Re: The Relentless Slaughter [Round 1: Untitled-1]
03-17-2011, 03:47 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by cyber95.
"Don't worry, Martin! I'll save you! ...Somehow!"
Rollo dug impossibly deep into his pockets until he pulled out about 20 to 30 good feet of rope, with more still apparently hidden away. He bit off the length and quickly formed it into a lasso. Martin was at this point fleeing from the monstrosity, but it wasn't too far away yet. Rollo threw the lasso, which managed to hook itself onto one of its surprisingly sturdy back legs.
"H-hey y-you j-jerk! St-stop ch-chasing m-my f-friend!" Rollo stuttered with every hit against the floor he took. Being attached to a running leg didn't seem quite as good and idea as it did before. With great effort (and lots of the floor colliding with his face), he managed to make it to the leg, and with some difficulty, scrambled on top of the creature, having retrieved the rope. Without warning, the armadillo's cap was replaced by a cowboy hat, and a lollipop found its way into his mouth.
"Now I think you oughta just settle down," Rollo requested of the monster, in his best deep cowboy voice. Now, the Stiltwalker was probably annoyed when this small thing climbed up on it in the first place, but its mood certainly wasn't elevated when that small thing wrapped a rope around its head and jerked hard. The Stiltwalker lost balance momentarily, whether it was out of surprise or simply being knocked back from the tug. In retaliation, the creature stopped its pursuit of the cyborg to wildly thrash around, trying to throw its passenger off. Rollo took to this with a hearty "Yee-haw!" and rode the Stiltwalker like a mechanical bull.
As he ran, Martin looked behind him to see Rollo's antics. He would have wondered what he were doing if it weren't for the fact that it was ludicrously obvious what he was doing. A cartoon armadillo was riding a terrifying monster like a bucking bronco and Martin wasn't certain whether or not it was the strangest thing that had happened today. Despite the Stiltwalker having been slowed down, Martin didn't stop running. It could still come for him if Rollo were knocked off or ignored or something.
As it so happened, Rollo was knocked off rather quickly. The Stiltwalker's attention now appeared to be redirected, which was not entirely unsurprising. Rollo quickly looked where Martin was running off, and fled down an entirely different direction. This thing obviously had an effect on him. No need to lead it back over to him again. Rollo rolled himself up into a ball and rolled faster in such a way he hadn't since the Sega lawsuit several years ago, so he could at least gain some distance. The gained distance was just enough to lose all over again as he flattened against a brick wall that wasn't there a moment ago. Peeling himself off of the wall, he couldn't help but notice a particular feeling he had. There was food nearby. Some kind of fruit, perhaps? It was getting closer, too. He didn't have much time to wonder about it, though. The Stiltwalker was getting closer. Quickly, Rollo scrambled behind the wall in an effort to hide. Just a few seconds later there was a big SPLAT! and a loud THUD!
The girl was already stumbling away as Samael was looking at one of the creature's long, thin legs, which was currently occupying the middle of his handle, making escape rather difficult. The next few moments consisted of a stare-off between Samael and the Stiltwalker. Just as another leg was lifted menacingly, the silence was broken, by none other than an armadillo with a flamethrower.
"HEY YOU! Get off or get toast!"
Both of them stared at Rollo for a moment, the large eyes of the creature glaring, even. For once it decided to stick with its current target before switching to a new one. Rollo didn't approve and showed his disapproval with a shower of flames. As the flames cleared, the stiltwalker managed a blink before crumbling to ash, its eyes managing to get a moment of hang-time before falling into the pile. About half a leg was still left, jammed in Samael's hand still, although it was easily removed.
<font color="#6A8455">"Oh, uh, th-thanks," Samael wasn't quite sure how to react to this series of events, as the confusion continued to escalate. I mean, there was a cartoon character standing right in front of him! The demon was about to stutter out some kind of query, but he was interrupted.
"...hey wait a minute, aren't you Micheal LaGribbe?"
"I-I'm sorry?"
"Yeah! Yeah I didn't realize it at first, but you animated me once! Golly, this is kinda weird! I never got to meet one of you guys in person before."
Kinda weird was a bit of an understatement. When he had that animation job in his last life, he wasn't quite expecting it to come back to him like this. He wasn't even there very long!
"Uh, yeah. Same here," Samael managed to get out. What was there to say? There were some situations that one just couldn't prepare for, and so far this day had at least five of them.
"Anyways, we should probably get going before it gets up again!" Rollo suggested, gesturing towards the pile of ash.
"When it gets- what?"
"Oh like they ever stay down with this thing," Rollo was impressively managing to stick the entire flamethrower back into his pocket, "I've used this in lots of places, and they're always back after a while. Plus, we should catch up with your friend! And maybe find Martin again! And-"
A low rumbling was heard in the distance. Slowly, Rollo turned around to look behind him. At least twenty feet tall, and rolling right towards him and Samael was an object he was hoping he wouldn't see. At the sight of the giant soccer ball, Rollo couldn't help but let out a girlish scream. What kind of soccer player would be needed for a ball that big? There was only one reasponse to this monstrosity.
"RUNNNNNNNNN!"
Rollo and Samael immediately began to run as fast as possible from the fast approaching sport ball, towards Dorin.</font>
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"Hey, Doug. Whatcha watchin'?"
"I'm not quite sure. The guide said that a Rollo toon was supposed to be playing right now, and, well, he's definitely in this, but..."
"Huh, weird. Who's that guy there?"
"Some kinda former demon guy or something I don't know. It started off really violent and it's kind of twisted. I don't know how the fuck Jerry fucked up the programming slots so bad, but the boss is gonna tear at him as soon as he can. The phone's been ringing nonstop since this started. I didn't even know we had this."
"Well then, I don't know about you, but I kind of want to see where this goes. I'm taking an extended lunch break."
"Oh, definitely. I'm not missing a moment."
"Don't worry, Martin! I'll save you! ...Somehow!"
Rollo dug impossibly deep into his pockets until he pulled out about 20 to 30 good feet of rope, with more still apparently hidden away. He bit off the length and quickly formed it into a lasso. Martin was at this point fleeing from the monstrosity, but it wasn't too far away yet. Rollo threw the lasso, which managed to hook itself onto one of its surprisingly sturdy back legs.
"H-hey y-you j-jerk! St-stop ch-chasing m-my f-friend!" Rollo stuttered with every hit against the floor he took. Being attached to a running leg didn't seem quite as good and idea as it did before. With great effort (and lots of the floor colliding with his face), he managed to make it to the leg, and with some difficulty, scrambled on top of the creature, having retrieved the rope. Without warning, the armadillo's cap was replaced by a cowboy hat, and a lollipop found its way into his mouth.
"Now I think you oughta just settle down," Rollo requested of the monster, in his best deep cowboy voice. Now, the Stiltwalker was probably annoyed when this small thing climbed up on it in the first place, but its mood certainly wasn't elevated when that small thing wrapped a rope around its head and jerked hard. The Stiltwalker lost balance momentarily, whether it was out of surprise or simply being knocked back from the tug. In retaliation, the creature stopped its pursuit of the cyborg to wildly thrash around, trying to throw its passenger off. Rollo took to this with a hearty "Yee-haw!" and rode the Stiltwalker like a mechanical bull.
As he ran, Martin looked behind him to see Rollo's antics. He would have wondered what he were doing if it weren't for the fact that it was ludicrously obvious what he was doing. A cartoon armadillo was riding a terrifying monster like a bucking bronco and Martin wasn't certain whether or not it was the strangest thing that had happened today. Despite the Stiltwalker having been slowed down, Martin didn't stop running. It could still come for him if Rollo were knocked off or ignored or something.
As it so happened, Rollo was knocked off rather quickly. The Stiltwalker's attention now appeared to be redirected, which was not entirely unsurprising. Rollo quickly looked where Martin was running off, and fled down an entirely different direction. This thing obviously had an effect on him. No need to lead it back over to him again. Rollo rolled himself up into a ball and rolled faster in such a way he hadn't since the Sega lawsuit several years ago, so he could at least gain some distance. The gained distance was just enough to lose all over again as he flattened against a brick wall that wasn't there a moment ago. Peeling himself off of the wall, he couldn't help but notice a particular feeling he had. There was food nearby. Some kind of fruit, perhaps? It was getting closer, too. He didn't have much time to wonder about it, though. The Stiltwalker was getting closer. Quickly, Rollo scrambled behind the wall in an effort to hide. Just a few seconds later there was a big SPLAT! and a loud THUD!
The girl was already stumbling away as Samael was looking at one of the creature's long, thin legs, which was currently occupying the middle of his handle, making escape rather difficult. The next few moments consisted of a stare-off between Samael and the Stiltwalker. Just as another leg was lifted menacingly, the silence was broken, by none other than an armadillo with a flamethrower.
"HEY YOU! Get off or get toast!"
Both of them stared at Rollo for a moment, the large eyes of the creature glaring, even. For once it decided to stick with its current target before switching to a new one. Rollo didn't approve and showed his disapproval with a shower of flames. As the flames cleared, the stiltwalker managed a blink before crumbling to ash, its eyes managing to get a moment of hang-time before falling into the pile. About half a leg was still left, jammed in Samael's hand still, although it was easily removed.
<font color="#6A8455">"Oh, uh, th-thanks," Samael wasn't quite sure how to react to this series of events, as the confusion continued to escalate. I mean, there was a cartoon character standing right in front of him! The demon was about to stutter out some kind of query, but he was interrupted.
"...hey wait a minute, aren't you Micheal LaGribbe?"
"I-I'm sorry?"
"Yeah! Yeah I didn't realize it at first, but you animated me once! Golly, this is kinda weird! I never got to meet one of you guys in person before."
Kinda weird was a bit of an understatement. When he had that animation job in his last life, he wasn't quite expecting it to come back to him like this. He wasn't even there very long!
"Uh, yeah. Same here," Samael managed to get out. What was there to say? There were some situations that one just couldn't prepare for, and so far this day had at least five of them.
"Anyways, we should probably get going before it gets up again!" Rollo suggested, gesturing towards the pile of ash.
"When it gets- what?"
"Oh like they ever stay down with this thing," Rollo was impressively managing to stick the entire flamethrower back into his pocket, "I've used this in lots of places, and they're always back after a while. Plus, we should catch up with your friend! And maybe find Martin again! And-"
A low rumbling was heard in the distance. Slowly, Rollo turned around to look behind him. At least twenty feet tall, and rolling right towards him and Samael was an object he was hoping he wouldn't see. At the sight of the giant soccer ball, Rollo couldn't help but let out a girlish scream. What kind of soccer player would be needed for a ball that big? There was only one reasponse to this monstrosity.
"RUNNNNNNNNN!"
Rollo and Samael immediately began to run as fast as possible from the fast approaching sport ball, towards Dorin.</font>
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"Hey, Doug. Whatcha watchin'?"
"I'm not quite sure. The guide said that a Rollo toon was supposed to be playing right now, and, well, he's definitely in this, but..."
"Huh, weird. Who's that guy there?"
"Some kinda former demon guy or something I don't know. It started off really violent and it's kind of twisted. I don't know how the fuck Jerry fucked up the programming slots so bad, but the boss is gonna tear at him as soon as he can. The phone's been ringing nonstop since this started. I didn't even know we had this."
"Well then, I don't know about you, but I kind of want to see where this goes. I'm taking an extended lunch break."
"Oh, definitely. I'm not missing a moment."
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