Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 2: Destructo World!]
10-11-2009, 06:03 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Sruixan.
A little earlier...
"...well, this one has the cleanest seat... but, ergh... that's..."
Maxwell wasn't exactly being picky. The toilets were proudly filthy, and he was starting to go off of the idea of relieving himself altoghether. He'd ruled out the urinal due to the presence of a dead snake in the bottom of the tray, and was battling life and death in choosing a cubicle. Samuel, The Sunset & Gestalt were peanuts compared to toilet #3...
Eventually a conclusion was reached, and soon Maxwell was scanning the miscellaneous posters adorning the walls of the pigpen. He always did his best thinking on the toilet. Granted, he was using a sink, but it wasn't that different...
Eyes darted between faded portraits, hunting for titbits that could explain life's mysteries. A health and safety report caused a chuckle, an advert for the death drop raised eyebrows, and then...
Two posters, side by side. Both were worryingly informative. First was a poster proclaiming that the Siamese twins were coming back to the carnival. This would have shoved his eyebrows over his hat, if this were a cartoon. Using "the" to describe something that's more than one... not only was there an obvious point here, there was also another occurance of this, outside of play... must write that down, Maxwell...
Secondly was the strongman; the poster was similar to what Maxwell would see in a minute as the sign for this very attraction. It was one of the pictures that got him flustered - Atlas holding up the globe. Or, well, actually... that was the problem...
Right, come on Maxwell. Vyrm'n is definitely out and so is Gestalt. The Sunset... is unlikely, to say the least. So, Samuel, Galus, Cabaret & you. Galus isn't purely human and was a space pilot, so he's ruled out. Samuel could be, but certainly from a different universe in order for his karma to work. Besides, going anywhere near him was likely to result in harm. So that leaves Cabaret... pity the professor had snuffed it before he could ask him...
Now, compared to the matter of getting out of this game alive, this was an amazingly trivial matter. But still... put your mind at rest, Maxwell. Now, where's the tent and where's Cabaret...?
A little earlier...
"...well, this one has the cleanest seat... but, ergh... that's..."
Maxwell wasn't exactly being picky. The toilets were proudly filthy, and he was starting to go off of the idea of relieving himself altoghether. He'd ruled out the urinal due to the presence of a dead snake in the bottom of the tray, and was battling life and death in choosing a cubicle. Samuel, The Sunset & Gestalt were peanuts compared to toilet #3...
Eventually a conclusion was reached, and soon Maxwell was scanning the miscellaneous posters adorning the walls of the pigpen. He always did his best thinking on the toilet. Granted, he was using a sink, but it wasn't that different...
Eyes darted between faded portraits, hunting for titbits that could explain life's mysteries. A health and safety report caused a chuckle, an advert for the death drop raised eyebrows, and then...
Two posters, side by side. Both were worryingly informative. First was a poster proclaiming that the Siamese twins were coming back to the carnival. This would have shoved his eyebrows over his hat, if this were a cartoon. Using "the" to describe something that's more than one... not only was there an obvious point here, there was also another occurance of this, outside of play... must write that down, Maxwell...
Secondly was the strongman; the poster was similar to what Maxwell would see in a minute as the sign for this very attraction. It was one of the pictures that got him flustered - Atlas holding up the globe. Or, well, actually... that was the problem...
Right, come on Maxwell. Vyrm'n is definitely out and so is Gestalt. The Sunset... is unlikely, to say the least. So, Samuel, Galus, Cabaret & you. Galus isn't purely human and was a space pilot, so he's ruled out. Samuel could be, but certainly from a different universe in order for his karma to work. Besides, going anywhere near him was likely to result in harm. So that leaves Cabaret... pity the professor had snuffed it before he could ask him...
Now, compared to the matter of getting out of this game alive, this was an amazingly trivial matter. But still... put your mind at rest, Maxwell. Now, where's the tent and where's Cabaret...?