Re: Epic Clash Round 1 - Dungeon of the Crimson Fish
02-06-2010, 02:37 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Odinod.
I'm not getting any warmer. This place is terrible. Who the hell kind of person would live here, anyway- Mr. Nothing tripped on a rock. He caught himself, just barely, with the help of a few flaps of his wings. He looked down at where the rock should have been and didn't see anything there. This place is giving me the willies...
He continued forward, trying to ignore the faint giggles he could hear coming from every direction. When he came to a split, which was often, he always took the leftmost path. That was the best way to get out of a maze, or so he remembered. I wonder when I'll see another- He stopped. There was a distant noise; an explosion. Then, soon after that, another blast, though this one sounded closer. The fighting's already started, I see.
Nothing rested one hand on his scythe (still collapsed), and crept forward more cautiously. The others, it seemed, were more violent than he had thought. Wait.
He grew very quiet and very still. He could hear the echoes of someone walking down the cave toward his location. From the sound of it, they were big. Nothing crouched down behind one of the bigger formations of rock and ice, hoping that it would serve well enough as cover. The person was getting closer...He unhooked his weapon from his belt and prepared to extend it. It's a last resort...it's a last resort. Only if he tries to get me first, only if-...what.
It was that girl, uh...Michelle? Yeah, that sounded right. She wasn't anywhere near gigantic, she was just stomping around with her goggles on. He watched her for a moment. What could she be doing? He supposed it didn't really matter; what was important for now was collecting information, staying out of sight. He crouched down back behind the rock, hoping she wouldn't see him. That gun she was packing looked like it could do some serious damage.
I'm not getting any warmer. This place is terrible. Who the hell kind of person would live here, anyway- Mr. Nothing tripped on a rock. He caught himself, just barely, with the help of a few flaps of his wings. He looked down at where the rock should have been and didn't see anything there. This place is giving me the willies...
He continued forward, trying to ignore the faint giggles he could hear coming from every direction. When he came to a split, which was often, he always took the leftmost path. That was the best way to get out of a maze, or so he remembered. I wonder when I'll see another- He stopped. There was a distant noise; an explosion. Then, soon after that, another blast, though this one sounded closer. The fighting's already started, I see.
Nothing rested one hand on his scythe (still collapsed), and crept forward more cautiously. The others, it seemed, were more violent than he had thought. Wait.
He grew very quiet and very still. He could hear the echoes of someone walking down the cave toward his location. From the sound of it, they were big. Nothing crouched down behind one of the bigger formations of rock and ice, hoping that it would serve well enough as cover. The person was getting closer...He unhooked his weapon from his belt and prepared to extend it. It's a last resort...it's a last resort. Only if he tries to get me first, only if-...what.
It was that girl, uh...Michelle? Yeah, that sounded right. She wasn't anywhere near gigantic, she was just stomping around with her goggles on. He watched her for a moment. What could she be doing? He supposed it didn't really matter; what was important for now was collecting information, staying out of sight. He crouched down back behind the rock, hoping she wouldn't see him. That gun she was packing looked like it could do some serious damage.