Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 2: Destructo World!]
10-08-2009, 10:31 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
Vyrm'n started for a moment as the theme park reformed around him. The Faceless had no comprehension what the hell this place was for; its Tleilaxu mind-offer had never seen such a thing. Maxwell and Gestalt were nowhere to be seen.
Vyrm'n considered for a moment taking flight to locate its ally; then thought perhaps giving away its position too early would not be advantageous for either of them. With that conclusion, it slithered up a deserted main thoroughfare until it stood outside a sideshow with peeling, foot-high letters welded above the faded entrance curtain.
HALL OF MIRRORS
Vyrm'n glanced around, not seeing a living soul, slipped through the curtain. The effect of the attraction was lost on Vyrm'n; not being able to see the reflection of light on the warped mirrors it merely saw a maze-like interior whose walls posessed a reflective surface. Vyrm'n heard someone on the other side anxiously calling out its name; it turned and heard a crash of glass, a yelp of pain, and some swearing.
Vyrm'n wandered through the maze of glass and reflections of itself, looking for the source of the voice. It hoped it was Maxwell; and if it was, that he was not badly hurt.
The Faceless also wanted to find the schrotgolem, Gestalt. It needed to ask it a few things.
Vyrm'n started for a moment as the theme park reformed around him. The Faceless had no comprehension what the hell this place was for; its Tleilaxu mind-offer had never seen such a thing. Maxwell and Gestalt were nowhere to be seen.
Vyrm'n considered for a moment taking flight to locate its ally; then thought perhaps giving away its position too early would not be advantageous for either of them. With that conclusion, it slithered up a deserted main thoroughfare until it stood outside a sideshow with peeling, foot-high letters welded above the faded entrance curtain.
HALL OF MIRRORS
Vyrm'n glanced around, not seeing a living soul, slipped through the curtain. The effect of the attraction was lost on Vyrm'n; not being able to see the reflection of light on the warped mirrors it merely saw a maze-like interior whose walls posessed a reflective surface. Vyrm'n heard someone on the other side anxiously calling out its name; it turned and heard a crash of glass, a yelp of pain, and some swearing.
Vyrm'n wandered through the maze of glass and reflections of itself, looking for the source of the voice. It hoped it was Maxwell; and if it was, that he was not badly hurt.
The Faceless also wanted to find the schrotgolem, Gestalt. It needed to ask it a few things.
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow