Re: The $300,000 Fight-A-Thon! [Round One: Storage Park!]
08-31-2012, 08:41 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Hobbesy.
What had previously been a relatively ridiculous situation had become absolutely ludicrous.
Suddenly everything had become felines.
Between the hideous grins of experiments gone wrong, the terrifying visages of demons from another plane, and now flashbang bubbles, Eriz was left unsure of what would be a reasonable course of action would be. This was, of course, until she took notice of the rather large hole which was conveniently located directly in front of her. Surely this would be the escape route Eriz had been so painfully longed for! With a swing of her robotic arms the cats taking up the path to the breech were shooed away in one fell swoop, and the servos of the mechanical suit whined as they blundered haphazardly towards the hole. Paying no real mind to the strange talking cat or fur-coated dragon, Eriz took a peek inside. She had been hoping for golden rays of sunlight. What she received were rays of hope crushing halogenic light. Rays of HATE.
There was only one thought left on her mind.
"Telt," she said, obviously annoyed, "please raise the output level on the vocalization speakers to their maximum level."
Almost immediately Telt issued his response. "Of course, my la-"
The computer was cut off by a scream of pure rage.
It was likely every participant in the battle would be stopped by this show of audio based carnage, and once again poor Dr. Schuster would find himself to be the most tortured by the turn of events. Thize's bubble had more or less utterly blinded the man, and he had just begun to make out the shapes of...cats? Whether or not the bubble had also managed to screw with his head the doctor couldn't tell, but this mark against his eyesight would be wholly outclassed by what would be happening to his eardrums. What began as a low rumble soon turned to a symphony of anger, and Dr. Schuster found himself struggling to clasp his hands over his ears.
This wouldn't happen though.
Eriz had forgotten he was there once again. His own appendages were bound under her crushing robotic grip. The only thing left to do was to join in on the screaming, even though his voice would be utterly drowned out.
Today hadn't been a very good day for the good doctor.
What had previously been a relatively ridiculous situation had become absolutely ludicrous.
Suddenly everything had become felines.
Between the hideous grins of experiments gone wrong, the terrifying visages of demons from another plane, and now flashbang bubbles, Eriz was left unsure of what would be a reasonable course of action would be. This was, of course, until she took notice of the rather large hole which was conveniently located directly in front of her. Surely this would be the escape route Eriz had been so painfully longed for! With a swing of her robotic arms the cats taking up the path to the breech were shooed away in one fell swoop, and the servos of the mechanical suit whined as they blundered haphazardly towards the hole. Paying no real mind to the strange talking cat or fur-coated dragon, Eriz took a peek inside. She had been hoping for golden rays of sunlight. What she received were rays of hope crushing halogenic light. Rays of HATE.
There was only one thought left on her mind.
"Telt," she said, obviously annoyed, "please raise the output level on the vocalization speakers to their maximum level."
Almost immediately Telt issued his response. "Of course, my la-"
The computer was cut off by a scream of pure rage.
It was likely every participant in the battle would be stopped by this show of audio based carnage, and once again poor Dr. Schuster would find himself to be the most tortured by the turn of events. Thize's bubble had more or less utterly blinded the man, and he had just begun to make out the shapes of...cats? Whether or not the bubble had also managed to screw with his head the doctor couldn't tell, but this mark against his eyesight would be wholly outclassed by what would be happening to his eardrums. What began as a low rumble soon turned to a symphony of anger, and Dr. Schuster found himself struggling to clasp his hands over his ears.
This wouldn't happen though.
Eriz had forgotten he was there once again. His own appendages were bound under her crushing robotic grip. The only thing left to do was to join in on the screaming, even though his voice would be utterly drowned out.
Today hadn't been a very good day for the good doctor.