Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 2: Destructo World!]
10-18-2009, 08:38 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
Vyrm'n hit the Hall of Mirrors with a dull whump as the canvas tent failed to take its considerable momentum, then a crash as it collided into a row of mirrors.
The Faceless was far from dead, but the point-blank shrapnel shot had dealt it enough damage to knock its mind into next week. When the bomb went off, it didn't have enough time to even get angry before its darkness was invaded by a handful of screws, some shredded cans of aluminum, a box of bits and pieces of broken rides and tools, a shower of nails, and approximately ten dollars worth of pocket change.
The shadow slumped in the rapidly forming puddle which pooled in the indentation it made on the collapsed tent, oblivious to the world.
An infinite nothing away, a shadowy mind dreamed strange, flickering half-truths which leapt from the ocean of its memories like dolphins; whose only circumstantial existence was the flash of reflected light upon their bodies as they left the water, the resulting flicker only flaring into life long enough to tell you the beasts had been there, but had long-since descended into the deep.
The existence of the true Faceless was long-gone, presumed drowned, in this ocean of sapient self-awareness and recollection. It was replaced by the primordial soup that was a medley of the Tleilaxu, its stock; and the being that was Vyrm'n, the constituent ingredients thrown in as the result to date was looked upon again and again and amended and added to and made ever more complicated.
And yet, when there was was no master to watch over this dominion, the dolphins would know and swim and rise again to the surface without fail.
Not that Vyrm'n was aware of any of this. They carved sinuously through the water, savouring their newfound freedom to the utmost, as long as it may last. Vyrm'n lay inert, shrapnel-song resonating through the darkness and keeping its mind elsewhere.
Vyrm'n hit the Hall of Mirrors with a dull whump as the canvas tent failed to take its considerable momentum, then a crash as it collided into a row of mirrors.
The Faceless was far from dead, but the point-blank shrapnel shot had dealt it enough damage to knock its mind into next week. When the bomb went off, it didn't have enough time to even get angry before its darkness was invaded by a handful of screws, some shredded cans of aluminum, a box of bits and pieces of broken rides and tools, a shower of nails, and approximately ten dollars worth of pocket change.
The shadow slumped in the rapidly forming puddle which pooled in the indentation it made on the collapsed tent, oblivious to the world.
An infinite nothing away, a shadowy mind dreamed strange, flickering half-truths which leapt from the ocean of its memories like dolphins; whose only circumstantial existence was the flash of reflected light upon their bodies as they left the water, the resulting flicker only flaring into life long enough to tell you the beasts had been there, but had long-since descended into the deep.
The existence of the true Faceless was long-gone, presumed drowned, in this ocean of sapient self-awareness and recollection. It was replaced by the primordial soup that was a medley of the Tleilaxu, its stock; and the being that was Vyrm'n, the constituent ingredients thrown in as the result to date was looked upon again and again and amended and added to and made ever more complicated.
And yet, when there was was no master to watch over this dominion, the dolphins would know and swim and rise again to the surface without fail.
Not that Vyrm'n was aware of any of this. They carved sinuously through the water, savouring their newfound freedom to the utmost, as long as it may last. Vyrm'n lay inert, shrapnel-song resonating through the darkness and keeping its mind elsewhere.
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