Re: Epic Clash Round 1 - Dungeon of the Crimson Fish
02-08-2010, 03:13 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Odinod.
Mr. Nothing breathed a sigh of relief. The girl had run past him. He wasn't sure if she has seen him or not, but either way, she ignored him for now. No need to start fighting just yet. These people aren't on my list, anyways...or at least, I don't think they are. The beauty of a Reaper's list is that it is always growing; Names are always being added, and only very rarely do names disappear. He pulled the paper out again; it was still soggy, and still to hard to make out.
"Useless," he muttered, standing up from behind the rock. He looked around to make sure no-one else was about. The girl seemed to be long gone, and other than the giggles that surrounded him, he was alone. If it wasn't so early in this...competition, he would think that the giggles were a figment of his imagination, that he was going mad. The moving rock formations also bugged him. However, he knew that these strange things had some sort of logical explanation. He just didn't know what that was, yet.
A strange, alien laughter suddenly echoed into the cavern, coming from one of the nearby tunnels. It bounced off the slowly melting walls and battered him with sound, the noise encasing him. He put his hands over his ears, but it was already past. He looked at the few tunnels where it could have come from. Not going down those, that's for sure.
He looked back where he had come from, looked at the tunnels that led to the (most likely insane) source of that laughter, and to the tunnel where the girl had come from. That left him one tunnel. Hopefully the girl had gone down a separate one; he had a feeling he didn't want to meet her in a cramped-up space. Or at all, really. This whole situation was bad; people forced to kill other people. Now, Nothing was all for letting go when your time was up, but this "game" was breaking that rule. It was forcing a life to be ended too hastily.
If I have, to, though, I'll fight to the end. If nothing else, I stilll have my sense of self-preservation. He flapped his wings, gaining a slight bit of altitude, and glided down the new tunnel. He made sure to stay very close to the ground; he didn't want to do another flip-trick like before. Hopefully I'll meet someone sensible. And hopefully they won't try to kill me on sight.
Mr. Nothing breathed a sigh of relief. The girl had run past him. He wasn't sure if she has seen him or not, but either way, she ignored him for now. No need to start fighting just yet. These people aren't on my list, anyways...or at least, I don't think they are. The beauty of a Reaper's list is that it is always growing; Names are always being added, and only very rarely do names disappear. He pulled the paper out again; it was still soggy, and still to hard to make out.
"Useless," he muttered, standing up from behind the rock. He looked around to make sure no-one else was about. The girl seemed to be long gone, and other than the giggles that surrounded him, he was alone. If it wasn't so early in this...competition, he would think that the giggles were a figment of his imagination, that he was going mad. The moving rock formations also bugged him. However, he knew that these strange things had some sort of logical explanation. He just didn't know what that was, yet.
A strange, alien laughter suddenly echoed into the cavern, coming from one of the nearby tunnels. It bounced off the slowly melting walls and battered him with sound, the noise encasing him. He put his hands over his ears, but it was already past. He looked at the few tunnels where it could have come from. Not going down those, that's for sure.
He looked back where he had come from, looked at the tunnels that led to the (most likely insane) source of that laughter, and to the tunnel where the girl had come from. That left him one tunnel. Hopefully the girl had gone down a separate one; he had a feeling he didn't want to meet her in a cramped-up space. Or at all, really. This whole situation was bad; people forced to kill other people. Now, Nothing was all for letting go when your time was up, but this "game" was breaking that rule. It was forcing a life to be ended too hastily.
If I have, to, though, I'll fight to the end. If nothing else, I stilll have my sense of self-preservation. He flapped his wings, gaining a slight bit of altitude, and glided down the new tunnel. He made sure to stay very close to the ground; he didn't want to do another flip-trick like before. Hopefully I'll meet someone sensible. And hopefully they won't try to kill me on sight.