Re: Epic Clash Round 1 - Dungeon of the Crimson Fish
02-06-2010, 03:56 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by McBatman.
"♫Tick-tock,tick-tock, hands continue round the clock. Keep on walking whilst I keep talking, the floor is letting me iiiiiin♫-wait, what?!"
Glere looked down at his feet as the cave floor suddenly began to give way as the old passageway collapsed beneath him. He clawed furiously at a rock jutting out of the wall, but was met with a rather harsh reality of its sudden retraction into the wall, coupled with a giddy laughter.
"I'm going doooooown, mayday! Mayday!" he whined as he fell with a thud, head first. The noise echoed disturbingly loud along the passageway.
CRASH.
He hated that noise. Lamented it, despised it, reviled it, did not like it one bit no sir no way no how. His bowl shattered into a thousand pieces on a hard rock. His headless body lay there motionless for a moment, the left leg twitching. Darkness... then a disembodied groan. He stood up, dusting off his clothes. Surprisingly, however, his cape still remained perfectly intact.
"Stupid stupid stupid! This whole passageway is stupid!"
He grumbled quietly as he rummaged around in his cloak, finally producing a... weathered skull from deep within the dark recesses of the folds of fabric. He placed it on his neck, gave it a quick twist. A disgusting popping noise filled the air as he cracked the jaw a few times.
"Like this? Or... this?" He tried making some expressions, but all of them were the same skeletal grimace. He grabbed the skull and gave it sickening SNAP, dislocating it from his neck and shoving it back into his cape. He rummaged deeper and pulled out a new fishbowl. He polished it with the edge of his cloak, before placing it on his head and spinning it around. It glimmered slightly in the dark passageway, as his familiar eyes and mouth reappeared on the glass.
"Ah, so familiar, so tantalizing, so friendly." He fiddled with its placement a few times before another sickening crack and pop filled the air, indicating it had successfully attached to his neck. Suddenly, he turned his gaze to his right. He could hear... footsteps.
"♫Tick-tock,tick-tock, hands continue round the clock. Keep on walking whilst I keep talking, the floor is letting me iiiiiin♫-wait, what?!"
Glere looked down at his feet as the cave floor suddenly began to give way as the old passageway collapsed beneath him. He clawed furiously at a rock jutting out of the wall, but was met with a rather harsh reality of its sudden retraction into the wall, coupled with a giddy laughter.
"I'm going doooooown, mayday! Mayday!" he whined as he fell with a thud, head first. The noise echoed disturbingly loud along the passageway.
CRASH.
He hated that noise. Lamented it, despised it, reviled it, did not like it one bit no sir no way no how. His bowl shattered into a thousand pieces on a hard rock. His headless body lay there motionless for a moment, the left leg twitching. Darkness... then a disembodied groan. He stood up, dusting off his clothes. Surprisingly, however, his cape still remained perfectly intact.
"Stupid stupid stupid! This whole passageway is stupid!"
He grumbled quietly as he rummaged around in his cloak, finally producing a... weathered skull from deep within the dark recesses of the folds of fabric. He placed it on his neck, gave it a quick twist. A disgusting popping noise filled the air as he cracked the jaw a few times.
"Like this? Or... this?" He tried making some expressions, but all of them were the same skeletal grimace. He grabbed the skull and gave it sickening SNAP, dislocating it from his neck and shoving it back into his cape. He rummaged deeper and pulled out a new fishbowl. He polished it with the edge of his cloak, before placing it on his head and spinning it around. It glimmered slightly in the dark passageway, as his familiar eyes and mouth reappeared on the glass.
"Ah, so familiar, so tantalizing, so friendly." He fiddled with its placement a few times before another sickening crack and pop filled the air, indicating it had successfully attached to his neck. Suddenly, he turned his gaze to his right. He could hear... footsteps.