Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 2: Destructo World!]
10-14-2009, 11:39 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Sruixan.
The marionette was a rather unusual fellow - strangely humanoid, maybe eeirely so - completely bare and unmarked, bar the splodges of paint that encompassed the entire spectrum, randomly painted by drips and collisions over... how long? Did it matter? What mattered was the fact that it was moving of its own accord - a little tame compared to some of the other surrealities of this contest, but one that had interesting tangents to consider...
From a distance, Maxwell played Observer - the erratic foxtrot the puppet danced was seemingly aimless, and the hinderance of its strange cargo was another puzzle in itself. But it was still movement and that was the interesting bit. Was it sentient, or was it being controlled? Sentience meant someone had made it sentient; control meant someone was controlling it. The Observer was looking a likely candidate, but...
...was it looking at him? It had no eyes, right? But was it looking at...
Everything here was rigged to kill, or at least maim; the rides, the food, the toilets; so why not the puppets? Considering it as a danger was not a bad idea. Running away, on the other hand, probably was. Disabling it could provide fleeting glimpses into how it had worked, and that could likely lead to...
Yes, yes it was staring at him. That red blotch there... and that white one over there... those could pass for eyes. It knew he was there. That's why it had now changed direction, lumbering and lurching towards him, somewhat comedic but nethertheless considerably concerning.
A hand fumbled for the rapier. This could be... interesting...
From a distance, Maxwell played Observer - the erratic foxtrot the puppet danced was seemingly aimless, and the hinderance of its strange cargo was another puzzle in itself. But it was still movement and that was the interesting bit. Was it sentient, or was it being controlled? Sentience meant someone had made it sentient; control meant someone was controlling it. The Observer was looking a likely candidate, but...
...was it looking at him? It had no eyes, right? But was it looking at...
Everything here was rigged to kill, or at least maim; the rides, the food, the toilets; so why not the puppets? Considering it as a danger was not a bad idea. Running away, on the other hand, probably was. Disabling it could provide fleeting glimpses into how it had worked, and that could likely lead to...
Yes, yes it was staring at him. That red blotch there... and that white one over there... those could pass for eyes. It knew he was there. That's why it had now changed direction, lumbering and lurching towards him, somewhat comedic but nethertheless considerably concerning.
A hand fumbled for the rapier. This could be... interesting...