Re: The $300,000 Fight-A-Thon! [Round One: Storage Park!]
08-25-2012, 11:24 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Hobbesy.
Dr. Schuster was generally not the first person to consider acting without much prior thought to his actions. Normally this would keep him alive long enough to see another day of life. Of course, Dr. Schuster couldn't exactly say whether or not he had yet to experience the end of a day in his current location. What he did know, however, is that this would have to be the first time he had spotted another human. Was it another ruse by the demons of this realm to suck out his mortal soul, or would he finally have a companion in this hellish landscape? Clearly it couldn't be the first option, his possible first friend to be made here seemed to be looking for something, and was actually being dangerous active! Clearly there was no option here, Schuster would have to save this fool's life.
Bracing himself for the jump out of cover, the good doctor made the effort to leap onto the fellow in front of him and quickly retreat back. He didn't move an inch. The other human turned around, and it was then that Dr. Schuster realized it was not just another person, but a scraggly looking child.
With a smug look on his face, the child opened his dumb, capitalist aligned mouth. <font color="darkblue">"I knew you'd try to do that, you stupid mortals are all the same."
Franz von Schuster was not pleased, and attempted to retort. "Chyort! Shto za huy-ck you doing? What is this?" Suddenly it dawned on him that the end of what he just said did not actually make sense, and he didn't remember what the first bit meant. This only managed to upset him more, but fortunately after that things went black.
Suddenly reality came rushing back to him headlong. Dr. Schuster found himself standing in a warehouse, surrounded by nondescript cardboard boxes. The sound of a creature screaming in the distance came echoing all around, but between the distance and language barrier, there was nothing to be made of it. Very faintly memories came of being told to fight to the death, but for all intents and purposes the situation was still very unclear.
The only thing worth doing seemed to sit down and rest, and there was certainly plenty of room for that! Sitting down against a box labelled "XMAS PLATES," Franz began to check his gear. Surprisingly it was still all there, and even better everything seemed to have been fixed and fueled! The cutting torch had a full tank of gas, while in the cylinder of the revolver six new brass rounds sat ready to be fired.
The momentary lapse of silence was interrupted by the far off sound of crates falling over and metal screeching. Franz predictably jumped up at the sound of this, drawing his revolver into an aiming position while scanning his surroundings. It soon became clear though that this would likely be what he should come to expect. Without returning the revolver to its holster Schuster returned to his previous spot. The doctor let out a sigh, for even though this world would be less prone to mind fucking him than his last, he couldn't remember who or what exactly he was supposed to fight to the death. It would appear that fate still had it out for him, and the odds were probably stacked so that he would not be able to run and hide.</font>
Dr. Schuster was generally not the first person to consider acting without much prior thought to his actions. Normally this would keep him alive long enough to see another day of life. Of course, Dr. Schuster couldn't exactly say whether or not he had yet to experience the end of a day in his current location. What he did know, however, is that this would have to be the first time he had spotted another human. Was it another ruse by the demons of this realm to suck out his mortal soul, or would he finally have a companion in this hellish landscape? Clearly it couldn't be the first option, his possible first friend to be made here seemed to be looking for something, and was actually being dangerous active! Clearly there was no option here, Schuster would have to save this fool's life.
Bracing himself for the jump out of cover, the good doctor made the effort to leap onto the fellow in front of him and quickly retreat back. He didn't move an inch. The other human turned around, and it was then that Dr. Schuster realized it was not just another person, but a scraggly looking child.
With a smug look on his face, the child opened his dumb, capitalist aligned mouth. <font color="darkblue">"I knew you'd try to do that, you stupid mortals are all the same."
Franz von Schuster was not pleased, and attempted to retort. "Chyort! Shto za huy-ck you doing? What is this?" Suddenly it dawned on him that the end of what he just said did not actually make sense, and he didn't remember what the first bit meant. This only managed to upset him more, but fortunately after that things went black.
Suddenly reality came rushing back to him headlong. Dr. Schuster found himself standing in a warehouse, surrounded by nondescript cardboard boxes. The sound of a creature screaming in the distance came echoing all around, but between the distance and language barrier, there was nothing to be made of it. Very faintly memories came of being told to fight to the death, but for all intents and purposes the situation was still very unclear.
The only thing worth doing seemed to sit down and rest, and there was certainly plenty of room for that! Sitting down against a box labelled "XMAS PLATES," Franz began to check his gear. Surprisingly it was still all there, and even better everything seemed to have been fixed and fueled! The cutting torch had a full tank of gas, while in the cylinder of the revolver six new brass rounds sat ready to be fired.
The momentary lapse of silence was interrupted by the far off sound of crates falling over and metal screeching. Franz predictably jumped up at the sound of this, drawing his revolver into an aiming position while scanning his surroundings. It soon became clear though that this would likely be what he should come to expect. Without returning the revolver to its holster Schuster returned to his previous spot. The doctor let out a sigh, for even though this world would be less prone to mind fucking him than his last, he couldn't remember who or what exactly he was supposed to fight to the death. It would appear that fate still had it out for him, and the odds were probably stacked so that he would not be able to run and hide.</font>