Re: Epic Clash Round 1 - Dungeon of the Crimson Fish
02-07-2010, 04:26 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by McBatman.
Glere turned away from the Dark Knight, smiling mischievously for a moment. He quickly regained his composure and turned back to his new 'friend'. He reached into his cloak slowly, and produced the same stool from earlier.
"I assure you, I mean no cause for such displays of hostility. I'm merely... one who likes to be amused, and I must admit, you are very interesting." Glere said folding his hands in front of him, leaning forward slightly. James narrowed his eyes, continually sharpening his sword. Glere closed his eyes and chuckled slightly.
"You certainly know how to have your own brand of fun from the sounds of it. From the commotion going on around here, it seems others have started in on festivities of their own. How simply delightful." Glere said unhooking his cloak from his neck. With a swift motion, he swung it around in front of him, laying it flat on the cave floor between the two. With another flick of his wrist, it wrapped back around him, fastening itself to his neck. Now sitting between the two was a table with a game board and several Monopoly pieces, strangely, 8 total.
Glere picked up a thimble and a top hat, setting them on the boardwalk squares. He leaned forward, shuffling pieces around to various squares, then he began to whisper.
"See, this is us. Me, the thimble, you, the top hat. Classy, hm? As it stands, we are playing against 6 others, and if we wish to be victorious in these affairs, well, let's not mince words. Do we dirty our hands, or do we allow others to... get theirs dirty for us?" he said, leaning back on his stool. James surveyed the pieces, before looking back at Glere, silently.
"Simply put... everyone knows what we're here to do. And that is, be the last one standing. Now, I'm aware that creates certain... problems for two collaborators, but I'm sure we can think of something before then. But we'll cross that obstacle when it comes to us. If it's a test of strength, people will burn themselves out quickly, the strong diminishing several before burning out, only to be slain by opportunists. No one's stupid enough here to do that first thing into this contest. But, people will play nice, setting up alliances, then they themselves will be subject to brutal direct confrontations. It all depends on how you play the game..."
Suddenly, he began to start giggling, then chortling, then laughing uncontrollably. The insane cackling echoed through the caves quickly, increasing continually in volume. Soon, he was pounding the table in hysterics, James still staring at him silently, his sharpening of his blade having crawled to a stop, but soon resuming as the laughter subsided.
"I... apologize..." Glere said between forced gasps, murky water tears from the bowl pouring out of his eyes from laughing so hard. He took a deep breath, pulled a handkerchief from his cloak, and dried his eyes. He sighed almost whimsically, refocusing his attention to the game board. He rolled up the cloth square, placing it in a front vest pocket.
"Such discourse is hard for me to maintain for prolonged periods... not impossible, but... he he he hahaha!... difficult." He said before regaining his composure.
Glere turned away from the Dark Knight, smiling mischievously for a moment. He quickly regained his composure and turned back to his new 'friend'. He reached into his cloak slowly, and produced the same stool from earlier.
"I assure you, I mean no cause for such displays of hostility. I'm merely... one who likes to be amused, and I must admit, you are very interesting." Glere said folding his hands in front of him, leaning forward slightly. James narrowed his eyes, continually sharpening his sword. Glere closed his eyes and chuckled slightly.
"You certainly know how to have your own brand of fun from the sounds of it. From the commotion going on around here, it seems others have started in on festivities of their own. How simply delightful." Glere said unhooking his cloak from his neck. With a swift motion, he swung it around in front of him, laying it flat on the cave floor between the two. With another flick of his wrist, it wrapped back around him, fastening itself to his neck. Now sitting between the two was a table with a game board and several Monopoly pieces, strangely, 8 total.
Glere picked up a thimble and a top hat, setting them on the boardwalk squares. He leaned forward, shuffling pieces around to various squares, then he began to whisper.
"See, this is us. Me, the thimble, you, the top hat. Classy, hm? As it stands, we are playing against 6 others, and if we wish to be victorious in these affairs, well, let's not mince words. Do we dirty our hands, or do we allow others to... get theirs dirty for us?" he said, leaning back on his stool. James surveyed the pieces, before looking back at Glere, silently.
"Simply put... everyone knows what we're here to do. And that is, be the last one standing. Now, I'm aware that creates certain... problems for two collaborators, but I'm sure we can think of something before then. But we'll cross that obstacle when it comes to us. If it's a test of strength, people will burn themselves out quickly, the strong diminishing several before burning out, only to be slain by opportunists. No one's stupid enough here to do that first thing into this contest. But, people will play nice, setting up alliances, then they themselves will be subject to brutal direct confrontations. It all depends on how you play the game..."
Suddenly, he began to start giggling, then chortling, then laughing uncontrollably. The insane cackling echoed through the caves quickly, increasing continually in volume. Soon, he was pounding the table in hysterics, James still staring at him silently, his sharpening of his blade having crawled to a stop, but soon resuming as the laughter subsided.
"I... apologize..." Glere said between forced gasps, murky water tears from the bowl pouring out of his eyes from laughing so hard. He took a deep breath, pulled a handkerchief from his cloak, and dried his eyes. He sighed almost whimsically, refocusing his attention to the game board. He rolled up the cloth square, placing it in a front vest pocket.
"Such discourse is hard for me to maintain for prolonged periods... not impossible, but... he he he hahaha!... difficult." He said before regaining his composure.