Re: The $300,000 Fight-A-Thon! [Round One: Storage Park!]
09-01-2012, 11:27 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by ~ATH.
Ironjaw has interrupted my alliance. He is a killer. He is a threat to my careful planning. He must be detained. He must die.
The cold mechanical rage consumed him, and forced him to abandon his carefully set-up plan. His cogs clanked against each other, and started whirring in overdrive. As sparks emitted from his body, his mind also seemed to be descending into a mindless cycle of disconnected thoughts.
burn kill destroy die torture pain murder rage burn kill destroy die torture pain murder rage burn kill destroy die torture pain murder rage you must die
The chase continued for a while, but suddenly, Warden seemed to slow down a bit.
killer murderer blasphemer. Chase the blasphemer. Kill the killer. Murder the murderer.
...
Kill? Murder?
...
No!
His whole body clunked to a halt, and every single cog crashed to the ground with a clang.
No no no no no no. This can't be happening! I was about to ... kill.
At this point, his mechanical mind was completely abandoned, as was his body. Only his organic mind remained.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck shit cocksucker. Lucifer will kill me for sure! I was about to kill someone and disrupt the Afterlife System of Justice! Come on, body, move! Oh please don't let this be happening!
His face slowly rose up, and started ticking again. One by one, each cog moved to join the growing crowd of gears that was the Warden.
Okay, okay, I can do this. Just... let it come to me. Just gotta die one more time. Forget my name, forget everything, forget...
...
His body was now complete, and the ticking became smooth, rhythmatic.
The plan. The plan is to take in the greatest sinner. Engineers are needed to repair my body. Already, my arm has been damaged.
Indeed, one arm was already dragging itself, the cogs fused into each other and unable to move.
I need to meet up with Eriz Col-Myel and Franz von Schuster.
He turned to make his way back to the entrance, when an explosion shook the entire building. A paroxysm of irritation shook his system, as he knew explosions were far from an efficient way of dealing with things in general. Quickly, he made his way back, only to run into an army of cats, and a dragon covered in them. This thoroughly annoyed him, so he made to deal with the situation, by eliminating the swarm of common animals and detaining the ones who were responsible. Then, he saw the hole in the wall. The hole in space itself. Contestants were already running off, between alternate dimensions. This would not do. Having everybody in one place was a much more efficient way of dealing with the Coach. He simply floated over the catastrophe below, and into the next building. The layout was far more efficient than the last, to which he gave a mental nod of approval. Furthermore, there was a lovely tree made of corpses in the middle. He hoped they were dead to begin with, but the gruesomeness was lost on him. He focused his attention downwards, and right there were the two engineers he had tried to make an alliance with. They were attempting to run back into the warehouse he had just come from. He appreciated their desire to stay together, but this was a much neater place to discuss their plans, so he stopped them.
"Eriz Col-Myel. Franz von Schuster. I would like to hear your response to my alliance proposal."
The unfortunate Dr. von Schuster has had enough of this. Having a monstrous clock impede his path, and a gruesome statue of gore behind him, he simply skidded to a stop and stayed rooted in one spot. He continued to stare, his brain having a minor little breakdown at being unable to leave. That armor-covered woman, Eriz, just continued right past him, seeming to ignore everything around her. Like she had her eyes closed. A crash of metal echoed across the room as the two metallic entities collided. Warden was pushed back a little, and Eriz fell to the ground.
"Oh shit. Uh. I'm sorry, but could you let me leave this godforsaken hellhole?!"
Warden would probably be amused by irony in that statement, if it weren't for the fact that he had recently suffered an emotional crisis, and subsequentally lost most of his emotions. As it were, he simply moved aside and let Eriz pass. Franz, seeing the opportunity, and being surprised at how easy that was, ran back into the Coach's warehouse. Finally, as the two of them sat down, panting, attempting to recover from that horrific sight, Warden repeated his proposal.
"Eriz Col-Myel. Franz von Schuster. I would like to hear your response to my alliance proposal."
Franz, being conditioned to horrifying sights like that, was able to recover quicker than his gigantic-armor-covered accomplice. Thus, he responded first.
"Okay. Right. Your alliance proposal. We have considered offer, and would be delighted to help, for noble cause."
He, of course, did not really wish to ally himself with a demon, of all things, but he had to pacify this beast somehow. Eriz simply stared.
"Much appreciated, Franz von Schuster. Let us discuss our plans now. I have noticed that there is a mild extradimensional inconsistency between these two buildings, which leads me to believe that it might be possible to further disrupt the boundary between the extradimensional warehouses and break out of this storage complex."
"Uh. I am sorry?"
"Simply put, each warehouse can be thought of as an alternate universe entirely. The explosion earlier had disrupted these universes, and fused them together."
"Okay, so walls need to be destroyed? Easy."
"The ceiling would be a preferable target, as it is as of yet uncertain what lies above us."
"Okay. I think Eriz can destroy ceiling easily...."
"Wait. Do you not see the damage I have suffered?"
Warden had a cog float over to right in front of Franz. An arm was attached to it, dragging limply behind. The small gears it was made of seemed to be fused to each other, refusing to rotate. An ominous grinding emanated from the arm, almost too low to be heard.
"I need you two to fix this."
He simply stared at the arm. Now that he had had the opportunity to examine it closely, it was truly a marvel of engineering. The fluid layouts were almost ... inhuman. This could not have been made by a human engineer. It was gorgeously alien. It was truly a pity, then, that it should be marred so. Further up the arm, charred gears were melted and fused into each other, from intense heat.
"I can isolate and remove obstruction, but I am not sure whether I can make your arm work again."
Eriz, meanwhile, had been replaying that gruesome sight over and over in her head. She had wanted to force it out, but it lingered, getting stronger and stronger every time she thought about it. It was then that it truly hit her, she was very far from home indeed. She would probably die, in this terrible battle. She might never even get home. She started to cry. Right away, her suit was busy at work cleaning up her tears.
Telt felt a large spike in Eriz's adrenaline flow, and the tears just confirmed it. Eriz was having an emotional crisis.
"My lady, your adrenaline levels are abnormally high, and you appear to be crying. What is the matter?"
"I... I just don't know if I'm going to get through this alive. We're so far from home, Telt. Nothing here is familiar, nothing at all. Did you see that, ugh, that tree?! And now this demonic clock and by the Ship, I'm scared, Telt!"
"My lady, please do not be afraid. You have been trained from a young age for this kind of a situation. Survival is the priority here, and with my help, I'm sure you will be more than capable of surviving. For now, I would suggest reaching out and making an alliance with the Warden, and study him, if you need to fight him later."
"Thank you so much, Telt. I don't know how I'd live without you."
"It is my pleasure, my lady."
Eriz, now somewhat reassured, noted that Warden needed to be fixed right up. It may have been her kindhearted nature, or it may be her attempting to cling on the familiar feeling of engineering, but she resolved to try and fix Warden's arm. Hey, maybe Warden would feel indebted to her later on? She went closer and examinated the arm.
"Ah. This is truly a wonderful system, yes. But it is a bit fragile. No armor whatsoever. Made only of cogs, gears, and pulleys. Yes, I think I might be able to connect it once we have taken care of the melted gears. However, we might need more gears."
Dr. von Schuster's head turned, to glare at Eriz. It seemed to convey a tone of "Do not help demon, you dolt!", which Eriz was completely oblivious to.
"This is an immense storage complex, isn't it? Surely we should be able to find something in here..."
Dr. von Schuster slapped his forehead with a palm, and massaged the bridge of his nose.
"So, it is clear that our mission is to find mechanical supplies. Let us move on, and explore further."
They began walking or floating around, searching in boxes.
Ironjaw has interrupted my alliance. He is a killer. He is a threat to my careful planning. He must be detained. He must die.
The cold mechanical rage consumed him, and forced him to abandon his carefully set-up plan. His cogs clanked against each other, and started whirring in overdrive. As sparks emitted from his body, his mind also seemed to be descending into a mindless cycle of disconnected thoughts.
burn kill destroy die torture pain murder rage burn kill destroy die torture pain murder rage burn kill destroy die torture pain murder rage you must die
The chase continued for a while, but suddenly, Warden seemed to slow down a bit.
killer murderer blasphemer. Chase the blasphemer. Kill the killer. Murder the murderer.
...
Kill? Murder?
...
No!
His whole body clunked to a halt, and every single cog crashed to the ground with a clang.
No no no no no no. This can't be happening! I was about to ... kill.
At this point, his mechanical mind was completely abandoned, as was his body. Only his organic mind remained.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck shit cocksucker. Lucifer will kill me for sure! I was about to kill someone and disrupt the Afterlife System of Justice! Come on, body, move! Oh please don't let this be happening!
His face slowly rose up, and started ticking again. One by one, each cog moved to join the growing crowd of gears that was the Warden.
Okay, okay, I can do this. Just... let it come to me. Just gotta die one more time. Forget my name, forget everything, forget...
...
His body was now complete, and the ticking became smooth, rhythmatic.
The plan. The plan is to take in the greatest sinner. Engineers are needed to repair my body. Already, my arm has been damaged.
Indeed, one arm was already dragging itself, the cogs fused into each other and unable to move.
I need to meet up with Eriz Col-Myel and Franz von Schuster.
He turned to make his way back to the entrance, when an explosion shook the entire building. A paroxysm of irritation shook his system, as he knew explosions were far from an efficient way of dealing with things in general. Quickly, he made his way back, only to run into an army of cats, and a dragon covered in them. This thoroughly annoyed him, so he made to deal with the situation, by eliminating the swarm of common animals and detaining the ones who were responsible. Then, he saw the hole in the wall. The hole in space itself. Contestants were already running off, between alternate dimensions. This would not do. Having everybody in one place was a much more efficient way of dealing with the Coach. He simply floated over the catastrophe below, and into the next building. The layout was far more efficient than the last, to which he gave a mental nod of approval. Furthermore, there was a lovely tree made of corpses in the middle. He hoped they were dead to begin with, but the gruesomeness was lost on him. He focused his attention downwards, and right there were the two engineers he had tried to make an alliance with. They were attempting to run back into the warehouse he had just come from. He appreciated their desire to stay together, but this was a much neater place to discuss their plans, so he stopped them.
"Eriz Col-Myel. Franz von Schuster. I would like to hear your response to my alliance proposal."
The unfortunate Dr. von Schuster has had enough of this. Having a monstrous clock impede his path, and a gruesome statue of gore behind him, he simply skidded to a stop and stayed rooted in one spot. He continued to stare, his brain having a minor little breakdown at being unable to leave. That armor-covered woman, Eriz, just continued right past him, seeming to ignore everything around her. Like she had her eyes closed. A crash of metal echoed across the room as the two metallic entities collided. Warden was pushed back a little, and Eriz fell to the ground.
"Oh shit. Uh. I'm sorry, but could you let me leave this godforsaken hellhole?!"
Warden would probably be amused by irony in that statement, if it weren't for the fact that he had recently suffered an emotional crisis, and subsequentally lost most of his emotions. As it were, he simply moved aside and let Eriz pass. Franz, seeing the opportunity, and being surprised at how easy that was, ran back into the Coach's warehouse. Finally, as the two of them sat down, panting, attempting to recover from that horrific sight, Warden repeated his proposal.
"Eriz Col-Myel. Franz von Schuster. I would like to hear your response to my alliance proposal."
Franz, being conditioned to horrifying sights like that, was able to recover quicker than his gigantic-armor-covered accomplice. Thus, he responded first.
"Okay. Right. Your alliance proposal. We have considered offer, and would be delighted to help, for noble cause."
He, of course, did not really wish to ally himself with a demon, of all things, but he had to pacify this beast somehow. Eriz simply stared.
"Much appreciated, Franz von Schuster. Let us discuss our plans now. I have noticed that there is a mild extradimensional inconsistency between these two buildings, which leads me to believe that it might be possible to further disrupt the boundary between the extradimensional warehouses and break out of this storage complex."
"Uh. I am sorry?"
"Simply put, each warehouse can be thought of as an alternate universe entirely. The explosion earlier had disrupted these universes, and fused them together."
"Okay, so walls need to be destroyed? Easy."
"The ceiling would be a preferable target, as it is as of yet uncertain what lies above us."
"Okay. I think Eriz can destroy ceiling easily...."
"Wait. Do you not see the damage I have suffered?"
Warden had a cog float over to right in front of Franz. An arm was attached to it, dragging limply behind. The small gears it was made of seemed to be fused to each other, refusing to rotate. An ominous grinding emanated from the arm, almost too low to be heard.
"I need you two to fix this."
He simply stared at the arm. Now that he had had the opportunity to examine it closely, it was truly a marvel of engineering. The fluid layouts were almost ... inhuman. This could not have been made by a human engineer. It was gorgeously alien. It was truly a pity, then, that it should be marred so. Further up the arm, charred gears were melted and fused into each other, from intense heat.
"I can isolate and remove obstruction, but I am not sure whether I can make your arm work again."
Eriz, meanwhile, had been replaying that gruesome sight over and over in her head. She had wanted to force it out, but it lingered, getting stronger and stronger every time she thought about it. It was then that it truly hit her, she was very far from home indeed. She would probably die, in this terrible battle. She might never even get home. She started to cry. Right away, her suit was busy at work cleaning up her tears.
Telt felt a large spike in Eriz's adrenaline flow, and the tears just confirmed it. Eriz was having an emotional crisis.
"My lady, your adrenaline levels are abnormally high, and you appear to be crying. What is the matter?"
"I... I just don't know if I'm going to get through this alive. We're so far from home, Telt. Nothing here is familiar, nothing at all. Did you see that, ugh, that tree?! And now this demonic clock and by the Ship, I'm scared, Telt!"
"My lady, please do not be afraid. You have been trained from a young age for this kind of a situation. Survival is the priority here, and with my help, I'm sure you will be more than capable of surviving. For now, I would suggest reaching out and making an alliance with the Warden, and study him, if you need to fight him later."
"Thank you so much, Telt. I don't know how I'd live without you."
"It is my pleasure, my lady."
Eriz, now somewhat reassured, noted that Warden needed to be fixed right up. It may have been her kindhearted nature, or it may be her attempting to cling on the familiar feeling of engineering, but she resolved to try and fix Warden's arm. Hey, maybe Warden would feel indebted to her later on? She went closer and examinated the arm.
"Ah. This is truly a wonderful system, yes. But it is a bit fragile. No armor whatsoever. Made only of cogs, gears, and pulleys. Yes, I think I might be able to connect it once we have taken care of the melted gears. However, we might need more gears."
Dr. von Schuster's head turned, to glare at Eriz. It seemed to convey a tone of "Do not help demon, you dolt!", which Eriz was completely oblivious to.
"This is an immense storage complex, isn't it? Surely we should be able to find something in here..."
Dr. von Schuster slapped his forehead with a palm, and massaged the bridge of his nose.
"So, it is clear that our mission is to find mechanical supplies. Let us move on, and explore further."
They began walking or floating around, searching in boxes.
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