Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 3: Escheresque!]
12-26-2009, 10:51 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
Vyrm'n studied the increasingly erratic Gestalt warily, though its focus was still more on that brick. Having lost nearly a bucketfull of mass to it, Vyrm'n was most unwilling to have to evade that further. The stars twinkled as the black bulk trembled with pain. The Faceless was so close to retreating into the darkest recesses of its already darkest self, and letting that emptiness rush forward to spirit away these bringers of pain.
Samuel saw it, and involuntarily backed away as the now unaccosted Vyrm'n suddenly became that motiveless enemy of life, before she reasserted control, albeit with reluctance. Under different circumstances, Samuel would've goaded the Faceless for its cowardice. As it were, he sufficed with trying with limited success to shut out the increasingly persistent agonising of the schrotgolem.
Trying its hardest to maintain focus despite the sting of alien atomic song, Vyrm'n listened intently to Gestalt's dirge. Audibility was not the issue, as the song sprung out from all around the golem's considerable field of influence. Coherence was, and the strict policy of keeping its thoughts to itself during this fight only hampered Vyrm'n's attempts to piece meaning from the disconnected melee of ideas.
Gestalt. Vyrm'n answered the first question to the best of its ability; now to tackle the other two. The new voice served to interrupt Samuel and Gestalt's interior monologue, leaving Gestalt's arsenal suspended in mid-air or mid-strike or however they had been when Vyrm'n had charged into the maelstrom. Some blades and pointed tools spun slowly to orient themselves in the direction of the Faceless, though others ruined the effect by continuing to rotate indefinitely.
A moment of silence which approximated a nerve-steeling sigh from the Faceless, then it continued: Life... It's... complicated. To me, it was... a song richer and more complex than that of the lifeless. But once we are mired in it... we are life, Gestalt. It is infectious and corrosive and intoxicating. It is the stars that pierce the endless night.
I think, though the word is a concept of humans... Life is sacred, Gestalt. We cannot be of it and also have the right to rationalise it. Perhaps... to do so while it taints you yourself is impossible. Perhaps... there are some things best left untouched.
Vyrm'n studied the increasingly erratic Gestalt warily, though its focus was still more on that brick. Having lost nearly a bucketfull of mass to it, Vyrm'n was most unwilling to have to evade that further. The stars twinkled as the black bulk trembled with pain. The Faceless was so close to retreating into the darkest recesses of its already darkest self, and letting that emptiness rush forward to spirit away these bringers of pain.
Samuel saw it, and involuntarily backed away as the now unaccosted Vyrm'n suddenly became that motiveless enemy of life, before she reasserted control, albeit with reluctance. Under different circumstances, Samuel would've goaded the Faceless for its cowardice. As it were, he sufficed with trying with limited success to shut out the increasingly persistent agonising of the schrotgolem.
Trying its hardest to maintain focus despite the sting of alien atomic song, Vyrm'n listened intently to Gestalt's dirge. Audibility was not the issue, as the song sprung out from all around the golem's considerable field of influence. Coherence was, and the strict policy of keeping its thoughts to itself during this fight only hampered Vyrm'n's attempts to piece meaning from the disconnected melee of ideas.
Gestalt. Vyrm'n answered the first question to the best of its ability; now to tackle the other two. The new voice served to interrupt Samuel and Gestalt's interior monologue, leaving Gestalt's arsenal suspended in mid-air or mid-strike or however they had been when Vyrm'n had charged into the maelstrom. Some blades and pointed tools spun slowly to orient themselves in the direction of the Faceless, though others ruined the effect by continuing to rotate indefinitely.
A moment of silence which approximated a nerve-steeling sigh from the Faceless, then it continued: Life... It's... complicated. To me, it was... a song richer and more complex than that of the lifeless. But once we are mired in it... we are life, Gestalt. It is infectious and corrosive and intoxicating. It is the stars that pierce the endless night.
I think, though the word is a concept of humans... Life is sacred, Gestalt. We cannot be of it and also have the right to rationalise it. Perhaps... to do so while it taints you yourself is impossible. Perhaps... there are some things best left untouched.
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