Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 1: The Labyrinth Field!]
10-03-2009, 04:09 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by bobthepen.
Galus made his way alongside one of the labyrinth walls, taking care not to touch its serrated surface. His work as a pilot had cultivated his naturally keen navigation skills; however, in a maze as featureless as this one, the only reliable way to navigate was to follow the path, keeping the wall on your left side. If no pathway out exists, then he'll return to the bloody hand prints he had seen earlier, and if there is an exit from this maze...
He paused to examine his pistol, double checking the safety and tightening his ursine fingers around the leather grip. Battle. He thought. The one who had sent him here had mentioned something about a "change of scenery" when one of them dies. Could it be that the only escape from this world, is the death of a "contestant"? Should this be the case, one of the others would inevitably try to kill him. Should this happen, he'll need to act swiftly. He pondered this for a moment longer, but quickly his senses alerted him to the presence of another.
Footsteps. Someone's coming from the...left?
Pistol ready, Galus swung towards his left. The wall he had been following for quite some time had completely disappeared. Instead, before him stood a tall blond haired man in a expensive looking suit. The man had his hands held up in the air and a slight smirk on his face.
"Hold your fire." Samuel spoke softly, "I mean you no harm."
Several minutes earlier:
After his initial outburst, Samuel managed to regain his composure. Though the thought of overcoming such a powerful being was still intoxicating, Samuel focused himself on the task at hand. This world presented a mystery to him. It was quite possible that Karma, as he knew it, had no real presence here. Such a turn of events would prove most unsettling. Samuel closed his eyes, outstretched his arms, palms open, and inhaled deeply.
Oh Karma was present here. Indeed it appeared to align itself with the very fabric of this world much as it did in his own. There was an odd taste to it however, something which Samuel found quite intriguing. Life. This entire world is alive. He could feel the flow of living Karma circulating through the ground, the walls, the sky. The potential energy of life, the true force of which is only released by death, permeated the atmosphere. And yet, something was amiss. The tumult of energy cycling through this place was such that it never reached its ultimate goal, its ultimate conclusion. This world was such that nothing died, at least not naturally anyway. Untimely death was a concept forlorn to this world.
How could such a place exist? Many would find a world of unending life a paradise, an Eden. To Samuel Therion, however, the very concept was distasteful, a burden. It sickened him.
Suddenly Samuel felt something dark and familiar. A small life, an insect perhaps, had just been extinguished. Undoubtedly this had occurred as a result of one of the other contestants. He then remembered the words of his abductor.
"Every round one of you will die"
Samuel lowered his arms and exhaled, a grin spreading across his face. This world will not be so naive to death for much longer. He began walking in the direction of a strong life he had sensed, most likely another contestant.
He spoke aloud to the labyrinth about him, "It seems I have come here to give you a gift. I do hope you enjoy it."
Galus made his way alongside one of the labyrinth walls, taking care not to touch its serrated surface. His work as a pilot had cultivated his naturally keen navigation skills; however, in a maze as featureless as this one, the only reliable way to navigate was to follow the path, keeping the wall on your left side. If no pathway out exists, then he'll return to the bloody hand prints he had seen earlier, and if there is an exit from this maze...
He paused to examine his pistol, double checking the safety and tightening his ursine fingers around the leather grip. Battle. He thought. The one who had sent him here had mentioned something about a "change of scenery" when one of them dies. Could it be that the only escape from this world, is the death of a "contestant"? Should this be the case, one of the others would inevitably try to kill him. Should this happen, he'll need to act swiftly. He pondered this for a moment longer, but quickly his senses alerted him to the presence of another.
Footsteps. Someone's coming from the...left?
Pistol ready, Galus swung towards his left. The wall he had been following for quite some time had completely disappeared. Instead, before him stood a tall blond haired man in a expensive looking suit. The man had his hands held up in the air and a slight smirk on his face.
"Hold your fire." Samuel spoke softly, "I mean you no harm."
Several minutes earlier:
After his initial outburst, Samuel managed to regain his composure. Though the thought of overcoming such a powerful being was still intoxicating, Samuel focused himself on the task at hand. This world presented a mystery to him. It was quite possible that Karma, as he knew it, had no real presence here. Such a turn of events would prove most unsettling. Samuel closed his eyes, outstretched his arms, palms open, and inhaled deeply.
Oh Karma was present here. Indeed it appeared to align itself with the very fabric of this world much as it did in his own. There was an odd taste to it however, something which Samuel found quite intriguing. Life. This entire world is alive. He could feel the flow of living Karma circulating through the ground, the walls, the sky. The potential energy of life, the true force of which is only released by death, permeated the atmosphere. And yet, something was amiss. The tumult of energy cycling through this place was such that it never reached its ultimate goal, its ultimate conclusion. This world was such that nothing died, at least not naturally anyway. Untimely death was a concept forlorn to this world.
How could such a place exist? Many would find a world of unending life a paradise, an Eden. To Samuel Therion, however, the very concept was distasteful, a burden. It sickened him.
Suddenly Samuel felt something dark and familiar. A small life, an insect perhaps, had just been extinguished. Undoubtedly this had occurred as a result of one of the other contestants. He then remembered the words of his abductor.
"Every round one of you will die"
Samuel lowered his arms and exhaled, a grin spreading across his face. This world will not be so naive to death for much longer. He began walking in the direction of a strong life he had sensed, most likely another contestant.
He spoke aloud to the labyrinth about him, "It seems I have come here to give you a gift. I do hope you enjoy it."