Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 1: The Labyrinth Field!]
10-03-2009, 02:48 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Archduke_Ferdinand.
This environment is wrong.
Everything here tasted of filth and decay, like a clean straw with bits of stale milkshake clinging desperately to the inside and waiting to be cleaned out. The Sunset was enjoying the world even less than the presence of the being that brought it there. He swiveled his great mechanic head around with a few dull whirrs, and examined his surroundings. There appeared to be no reason to become anxious- no other 'contestants' had appeared to him yet. He began walking carefully, as though at any moment he feared the nondescript 'ground' below him would fail to exist.
This contest is wrong.
No being should have the power to do what had been done here. It was like the worst of the worst case scenarios The Sunset had worked to prevent over the centuries, an ultimate defiance of the balance his race made manifest. Some kind of grand, unspeakable entity that could put the creatures of a multiverse in a blender and pour the resulting mix into this disgusting mold. The Sunset knew it hated everything to do with this world, this Observer, and with what he was being forced to do. And yet for the time being he could do nothing but march, and so he did.
Heavy metallic steps reflecting off the nothingness and wisping back to his dull, rust-purple existence.
This environment is wrong.
Everything here tasted of filth and decay, like a clean straw with bits of stale milkshake clinging desperately to the inside and waiting to be cleaned out. The Sunset was enjoying the world even less than the presence of the being that brought it there. He swiveled his great mechanic head around with a few dull whirrs, and examined his surroundings. There appeared to be no reason to become anxious- no other 'contestants' had appeared to him yet. He began walking carefully, as though at any moment he feared the nondescript 'ground' below him would fail to exist.
This contest is wrong.
No being should have the power to do what had been done here. It was like the worst of the worst case scenarios The Sunset had worked to prevent over the centuries, an ultimate defiance of the balance his race made manifest. Some kind of grand, unspeakable entity that could put the creatures of a multiverse in a blender and pour the resulting mix into this disgusting mold. The Sunset knew it hated everything to do with this world, this Observer, and with what he was being forced to do. And yet for the time being he could do nothing but march, and so he did.
Heavy metallic steps reflecting off the nothingness and wisping back to his dull, rust-purple existence.