Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 5: Value City Mall!]
06-11-2010, 01:38 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
The Faceless craned about a little while it absently bashed and lashed out at the encroaching horde, Vyrm'n's omnidirectional blows at odds with a questing Conscience who was unused to such directionless vision. Its focus leapt in disconnected little hops from one potential mill to the next, each questioning pulse rejected by a flinching Vyrm'n who huddled deeper and deeper from the mind-rending drone of reality, none of the undead showing the capability to restore the shadow's mute repose.
Conscience snarled, tired of this fruitless search through screaming sentience. Too unused to atomic vision to sense the nuances, the ripples through reality the otherworldly ones traced on their journey to the here and now, it was getting angrier and angrier. Each useless spark of existence rammed in Vyrm'n's face with increasing force, the tether Conscience dragging her behind the starless Void-death, dragging her further and further from the surface and I just want to dive under and not have to hear the world the fragment world its agonising I'm tired of listening why won't it stop
There.
Vyrm'n sluggishly followed Conscience's gaze, to a dull crash. It would've gone unheard, were the Faceless not tracking the tumble of fishbowl from hunched shoulders, as Glere tossed away his own head rather than tolerate any more murderous females in it. But the Faceless had no interest in the song of the now-headless corpse, or even the foreign sentience-keen the now-shattered glass bowl possessed. Even before Conscience could get in a command, the shadow leapt skyward as a thrumming chainsaw materialised from the folds of the Fishbowlkin's cloak.
The Faceless craned about a little while it absently bashed and lashed out at the encroaching horde, Vyrm'n's omnidirectional blows at odds with a questing Conscience who was unused to such directionless vision. Its focus leapt in disconnected little hops from one potential mill to the next, each questioning pulse rejected by a flinching Vyrm'n who huddled deeper and deeper from the mind-rending drone of reality, none of the undead showing the capability to restore the shadow's mute repose.
Conscience snarled, tired of this fruitless search through screaming sentience. Too unused to atomic vision to sense the nuances, the ripples through reality the otherworldly ones traced on their journey to the here and now, it was getting angrier and angrier. Each useless spark of existence rammed in Vyrm'n's face with increasing force, the tether Conscience dragging her behind the starless Void-death, dragging her further and further from the surface and I just want to dive under and not have to hear the world the fragment world its agonising I'm tired of listening why won't it stop
There.
Vyrm'n sluggishly followed Conscience's gaze, to a dull crash. It would've gone unheard, were the Faceless not tracking the tumble of fishbowl from hunched shoulders, as Glere tossed away his own head rather than tolerate any more murderous females in it. But the Faceless had no interest in the song of the now-headless corpse, or even the foreign sentience-keen the now-shattered glass bowl possessed. Even before Conscience could get in a command, the shadow leapt skyward as a thrumming chainsaw materialised from the folds of the Fishbowlkin's cloak.
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