Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 3: Escheresque!]
11-10-2009, 07:41 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
Vyrm'n shivered uncontrollably with disgust. This place was, somehow, even worse than the chaotic matterscape of Destructo-World. Some key law that governed all matter had been callously turned on its head, then told its head was now its feet and to make do with this inconvenient and bewildering arrangement.
Not that Vyrm'n had any particular fondness for gravity over the other forces that governed matter within the universe; it was just the hamfisted treatment it had been subjected to was enough to make the Faceless squirm. Granted; without eyes to perceive this wall, or that floor, as a wall or floor only to be proved wrong, much of the warped beauty of the world was lost on an unappreciative Vyrm'n; still, the song was vastly more simplified compared to the mesh and tangle that made up the last world, but the alien nuances and myriad undertones troubled the shadow.
The undertones especially. So many of them, even once you got over this essential change at the core of every atom. It was like this world was laid over a million Labyrinth gardens, except that each was imprinted upon a different textile composing its plane, and to accommodate the discrepancies, space had been stretched and warped and finally pinned down with great astral spikes that even by killing the multidimensional beast could not halt its pulsing and struggling.
The way Vyrm'n saw it, there was no universeal down; which suited it just fine. If the plane as a whole couldn't make its mind up on a single arbitrary direction for gravity to operate, Vyrm'n didn't have to keep making and changing its mind at every surface it encountered either. In a rather uncharacteristic attempt to prove this point to itself, the Faceless jumped into the air and coalesced into a ball - its stock-standard shape in zero gravity. At least it'd found one thing pleasant in this world.
But just to prove that it was capable of rationalising the concept of gravity for convenience, the Faceless collapsed into its pillar shape again and slid along the ground to examine some carvings on the presumed floor. The grains of dust which had flown up as the rock was blasted informed Vyrm'n the messenger had been her not long previously.
The message was long and took a while for the Faceless to fully digest, moreso as it took a full reading for the Faceless to eventually reach the conclusion that it, Gestalt, Maxwell, Galus, Samuel and the Sunset were evidently not the only contestants roaming this map. It wanted to take this note to Maxwell, but was unwilling to tear up the ground to get it to him.
Thinking for a moment, the Faceless shifts on top of it, flowing into the gouge-marks Amethyst made in the stone. Doing its best to remember the shape, Vyrm'n shifts the whole mess onto its front (or at least what qualifies as its front considering the direction its planning to take) and then heads off, with some reservations, into the twisted hallways and staircases.
Vyrm'n shivered uncontrollably with disgust. This place was, somehow, even worse than the chaotic matterscape of Destructo-World. Some key law that governed all matter had been callously turned on its head, then told its head was now its feet and to make do with this inconvenient and bewildering arrangement.
Not that Vyrm'n had any particular fondness for gravity over the other forces that governed matter within the universe; it was just the hamfisted treatment it had been subjected to was enough to make the Faceless squirm. Granted; without eyes to perceive this wall, or that floor, as a wall or floor only to be proved wrong, much of the warped beauty of the world was lost on an unappreciative Vyrm'n; still, the song was vastly more simplified compared to the mesh and tangle that made up the last world, but the alien nuances and myriad undertones troubled the shadow.
The undertones especially. So many of them, even once you got over this essential change at the core of every atom. It was like this world was laid over a million Labyrinth gardens, except that each was imprinted upon a different textile composing its plane, and to accommodate the discrepancies, space had been stretched and warped and finally pinned down with great astral spikes that even by killing the multidimensional beast could not halt its pulsing and struggling.
The way Vyrm'n saw it, there was no universeal down; which suited it just fine. If the plane as a whole couldn't make its mind up on a single arbitrary direction for gravity to operate, Vyrm'n didn't have to keep making and changing its mind at every surface it encountered either. In a rather uncharacteristic attempt to prove this point to itself, the Faceless jumped into the air and coalesced into a ball - its stock-standard shape in zero gravity. At least it'd found one thing pleasant in this world.
But just to prove that it was capable of rationalising the concept of gravity for convenience, the Faceless collapsed into its pillar shape again and slid along the ground to examine some carvings on the presumed floor. The grains of dust which had flown up as the rock was blasted informed Vyrm'n the messenger had been her not long previously.
The message was long and took a while for the Faceless to fully digest, moreso as it took a full reading for the Faceless to eventually reach the conclusion that it, Gestalt, Maxwell, Galus, Samuel and the Sunset were evidently not the only contestants roaming this map. It wanted to take this note to Maxwell, but was unwilling to tear up the ground to get it to him.
Thinking for a moment, the Faceless shifts on top of it, flowing into the gouge-marks Amethyst made in the stone. Doing its best to remember the shape, Vyrm'n shifts the whole mess onto its front (or at least what qualifies as its front considering the direction its planning to take) and then heads off, with some reservations, into the twisted hallways and staircases.
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