Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 2: Destructo World!]
10-18-2009, 06:09 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Archduke_Ferdinand.
The Sunset sighed internally. So much wasted potential, so much pointless destruction for reasons unfathomable to any. As he watched the explosion of Cabaret from a distance, he felt a sudden gust of heat across his rain slicked body and tightened the grip in his hand. Why these people insist on doing battle with one another when such more pressing issues affect the group as a whole, the Balancer couldn't fathom.
Bombs were raining down in suicidal frenzy over the otherwise still landscape and nobody could see that there was no real benefit.
The Observer was a clever being, clever and cruel. It hadn't murdered a single contestant, because it knew it didn't have to.
There were two dead bodies littering the multiverse simply because he put individuals together and pressed go on the impulses they contained already. Certainly there was the possibility the Observer could crush one of them every round if they refused, or would grow bored, but not a single death so far could be chalked up to its doing.
The Sunset stood motionless, reflecting on the blast and waiting for the inevitable shift of climes that would come. He could feel the gears beginning to turn already.
The Sunset sighed internally. So much wasted potential, so much pointless destruction for reasons unfathomable to any. As he watched the explosion of Cabaret from a distance, he felt a sudden gust of heat across his rain slicked body and tightened the grip in his hand. Why these people insist on doing battle with one another when such more pressing issues affect the group as a whole, the Balancer couldn't fathom.
Bombs were raining down in suicidal frenzy over the otherwise still landscape and nobody could see that there was no real benefit.
The Observer was a clever being, clever and cruel. It hadn't murdered a single contestant, because it knew it didn't have to.
There were two dead bodies littering the multiverse simply because he put individuals together and pressed go on the impulses they contained already. Certainly there was the possibility the Observer could crush one of them every round if they refused, or would grow bored, but not a single death so far could be chalked up to its doing.
The Sunset stood motionless, reflecting on the blast and waiting for the inevitable shift of climes that would come. He could feel the gears beginning to turn already.