Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 1: The Labyrinth Field!]
10-06-2009, 12:30 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Archduke_Ferdinand.
The Sunset was tired of being ignored by this group of people who see fit to do little but talk and jabber and go about their own business. Something had to be done here and nobody seemed to be willing to take initiative. A metallic arm was raised, and a sniper rifle locked into position. A dull rust colored shot fired into the atmosphere, and a shockwave was released. Deciding that wasn't enough to get the others to remember he was there, a machine gun was fired off as well. He had clearly underestimated the ability he still had to warp perception around him, and was now doing his best to break it. He also adopted the pronoun he temporarily because he thought this made writing for him easier. Now that he was fairly certain he had some attention, he proclaimed to all who could hear, in a voice that seemed to emanate from no particular part of him, a voice guttural and used rarely, that sounded like the strings of an instrument long forgotten.
"I am The Sunset. All entities who hear this call will tell me their intentions."
It wasn't a suggestion. It was a statement of fact. The arm never came down from its raised position. The Sunset was suddenly in the mind's of all participants in this 'game' who heard him once more, as though he had been temporarily wiped from it and then placed back in, like a doctored photo.
The Sunset was tired of being ignored by this group of people who see fit to do little but talk and jabber and go about their own business. Something had to be done here and nobody seemed to be willing to take initiative. A metallic arm was raised, and a sniper rifle locked into position. A dull rust colored shot fired into the atmosphere, and a shockwave was released. Deciding that wasn't enough to get the others to remember he was there, a machine gun was fired off as well. He had clearly underestimated the ability he still had to warp perception around him, and was now doing his best to break it. He also adopted the pronoun he temporarily because he thought this made writing for him easier. Now that he was fairly certain he had some attention, he proclaimed to all who could hear, in a voice that seemed to emanate from no particular part of him, a voice guttural and used rarely, that sounded like the strings of an instrument long forgotten.
"I am The Sunset. All entities who hear this call will tell me their intentions."
It wasn't a suggestion. It was a statement of fact. The arm never came down from its raised position. The Sunset was suddenly in the mind's of all participants in this 'game' who heard him once more, as though he had been temporarily wiped from it and then placed back in, like a doctored photo.