The $300,000 Fight-A-Thon! [Round Two: Toyetic!]

The $300,000 Fight-A-Thon! [Round Two: Toyetic!]
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Re: The $300,000 Fight-A-Thon! [Round One: Storage Park!]
Originally posted on MSPA by ~ATH.

The ticking and screeching continued onwards throughout what would be night if it existed in Inferno. As it were, Warden had not received permission to take a break, so he simply worked further. He was experimenting with a classic torture instrument, one that he had rarely used. It was called a rack, and it seemed to work by slowly pulling the sinner's limbs apart. The screams were slow to come at first, but they eventually crescendoed into a beautiful display of agony. He made sure to note this, and compare it with other instruments, citing references from the Inferno of long ago. A crevasse appeared in the victim's torso, however, and he was forced to slacken the cables, or risk losing his sinner to the chaotic flow of souls. As he prepared the next equipment, he felt a presence enter the torture room - a forbidden presence. He did not allow this to interrupt him, but his voice nevertheless boomed across the room, heard by all.

"You are not allowed to come in here. Please remove your presence and wait for maintenance time. The waiting room can be found 3 doors down the hall."


"Apologies, Warden, but I have to take you somewhere. Hope you don't mind."

Warden said nothing for the next few moments, and his body did nothing as well. A small part of him panicked at the loss of efficiency, but he decided getting rid of this intruder would be far easier on him in the long run. Finally, he stuck a knife into the unfortunate sinner's eye, as a rather out-of-character jolt of frustration shook him. Visceral liquid sprayed on him, and the shrieks soared to a new high. He took the mechanical approximation of a deep breath, and finally turned around. His gruesome face ceaselessly rotated, to a smooth tick-tock motion.

"I cannot leave this room. Do as I say and remove yourself to the waiting room or face punishment for heresy."


"Oh boy. Right. Well, if you're not going to come peacefully, I'm afraid I have to take you by force."

All of time froze. And so it was that this child, this heretic, this sinner, took him away from his rightful place.

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Warden's face was the only thing left moving, a mild ticking being his only lifeline to sanity. Everything in his body had stopped, as he tried to make sense of the situation. He was removed from his rightful place. He was expected to battle others to the death. He was to be made into a slave to this false god, the Coach, for naught but entertainment and money. Greed at its worst. Truly, this Coach was a sinner of the highest caliber. One gear resumed rotation, and the rest followed suit. A flare of fury rose up, bringing his arm slamming into the nearby pile of boxes. Everything clattered down, and he was pelted with candles. His body ignored every bump, but his mind quivered a bit, as a familiar feeling of heresy arose inside of him.

No, no, no! Getting angry is the worst thing I can do here. It is ... counterproductive. Must calm down. Must not incur Lucifer's wrath. Must...

He lost himself again. Desperate to rationalize this situation, he concluded this must be a test Lucifer bestowed upon him. Yes. Clearly he was expected to take in everybody here, especially the Coach, as sinners. He began ticking again, and came up with a plan, one that would surely work. As he did so, a gold figure ran in front of him. It was a creature he had never seen before, but as it passed, he got a very strong sensation of sin. This creature's resonance arose to his mind, and the most profound knot in his timeline was one of mass murder. Unrequited slaughter, with absolutely no remorse. His name rose to his memory unbidden, from the introductions. Axys.

He created a mental file for this foul creature, and made to apprehend him. One of his arms picked up a few of the candles. Slowly burning to death would be the best thing to do to Axys at the moment. His fur would smoulder. His skin would melt. Surely he would scream, begging for mercy. But he would not deliver mercy. He moved forward with surprising speed, chasing after Axys.

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Re: The $300,000 Fight-A-Thon! [Round One: Storage Park!] - by Gatr - 08-26-2012, 01:42 AM