Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 2: Destructo World!]
10-13-2009, 03:03 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by bobthepen.
At the start of the round…
The world twisted and warped about him. The center of the garden in which he stood melted away only to be replaced by towering structures, bright lights, dissonant music, and a dark oppressive atmosphere. Samuel stood under a rusted welcome sign, the words “DeSTruCTO WOrLd†spray-painted haphazardly on its front. All that potential power, the wondrous joy of destroying so much life, had been stripped from him, stolen. The taunting of The Sunset echoed in his mind. That chance was gone. The world was out of reach. He had been made a fool of and had be powerless, powerless, to stop it.
“Graaaahhhh!â€, the frustrated cry shot from Samuel's lips as he slammed his fist on the pole next to him. He buried his face in his hand for a moment, and thought.
“Heh…heh hehâ€, a realization struck the Karmist, and a chuckle escaped him, “Heh heh heh, hah ha ha.†The laughter grew in intensity; it was just so funny, “Ha! Ha ha Ha! GAH HA HA HA HA HA!†The Karmist, hand covering his face so that only his wide grin could be seen, reeled back laughing. How perfect! How excellent! He had been a fool before, concerning himself with the trivial matters of the garden when the real prize had been there all along. This match was far from over. No, the garden was merely a prelude. The real act begins now.
Suddenly, a weak presence caught Samuel's attention. He paused and glanced up at the rusted sign. The sign hung there, as still as when he first arrived, though it had jostled a bit when he had struck its supporting pole. The presence grew stronger. The Karmist recognized it immediately and casually took a step out from under the sign. In an instant, the heavy sign crashed down, the serrated edge sliced into the ground, cutting a discarded aluminum can clean in half. Samuel smiled. So that's the kind of place this is. With a quick turn of the heel, disregarding the guillotine entryway, Samuel set out to confirm his suspicions. The Karmist shut his eyes and extended his palms, searching for the location of the one he sought. A decrepit sign pointed toward his destination: “HALL OF MIRRORSâ€.
At the start of the round…
The world twisted and warped about him. The center of the garden in which he stood melted away only to be replaced by towering structures, bright lights, dissonant music, and a dark oppressive atmosphere. Samuel stood under a rusted welcome sign, the words “DeSTruCTO WOrLd†spray-painted haphazardly on its front. All that potential power, the wondrous joy of destroying so much life, had been stripped from him, stolen. The taunting of The Sunset echoed in his mind. That chance was gone. The world was out of reach. He had been made a fool of and had be powerless, powerless, to stop it.
“Graaaahhhh!â€, the frustrated cry shot from Samuel's lips as he slammed his fist on the pole next to him. He buried his face in his hand for a moment, and thought.
“Heh…heh hehâ€, a realization struck the Karmist, and a chuckle escaped him, “Heh heh heh, hah ha ha.†The laughter grew in intensity; it was just so funny, “Ha! Ha ha Ha! GAH HA HA HA HA HA!†The Karmist, hand covering his face so that only his wide grin could be seen, reeled back laughing. How perfect! How excellent! He had been a fool before, concerning himself with the trivial matters of the garden when the real prize had been there all along. This match was far from over. No, the garden was merely a prelude. The real act begins now.
Suddenly, a weak presence caught Samuel's attention. He paused and glanced up at the rusted sign. The sign hung there, as still as when he first arrived, though it had jostled a bit when he had struck its supporting pole. The presence grew stronger. The Karmist recognized it immediately and casually took a step out from under the sign. In an instant, the heavy sign crashed down, the serrated edge sliced into the ground, cutting a discarded aluminum can clean in half. Samuel smiled. So that's the kind of place this is. With a quick turn of the heel, disregarding the guillotine entryway, Samuel set out to confirm his suspicions. The Karmist shut his eyes and extended his palms, searching for the location of the one he sought. A decrepit sign pointed toward his destination: “HALL OF MIRRORSâ€.