Re: Epic Clash Round 1 - Dungeon of the Crimson Fish
02-09-2010, 01:52 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Alice.
As soon as it was there, it was gone again. The woman sat limp on the floor, still panting in confusion. Betsy, her Betsy. Something was wrong with Betsy. Betsy, who she fought with, Betsy who she modified herself, Betsy her first gun. Betsy, with her first headshot.
Michelle allowed herself a few moments to regain her composure as she looked over her rifle, now back to normal. Could this have been one of the other contestants' doing? Could this have been that scraggly guy who brought me here? She looked over at the puddle of amethyst fluid. Was it that purple gunk? Well, better safe than sorry
Under a melting stalactite of ice, a pool of water had formed. Michelle ran Betsy through it, avoiding touching the liquid. Whatever the hell that was, I don't want any part of it.
After all the goo was washed off of her beloved rifle, Michelle took a cloth from her pocket and began to wipe Betsy down, quietly singing a classical song she heard on a equipment run once. "We're no strangers to loooove. You know the rules and so do Iiiiiiii. A full commitme--"
Her goggles blinked, a tall shape was in the darkness. She swung her entire body in an instant into a snipers position, her giant gun aimed. "Who are you?"
"Oh, um, terribly sorry to bother you ma'am."A man stepped from the hallway, holding his hands up in a non-threatening manner. He winced, obviously uncomfortable at having a giant rifle aimed at his chest."My name is Nothing."
"Then what do I call you?" Michelle eased up on the trigger, but kept a menacing face. He was harmless to her, a nice guy. But never one to pass up a good joke, she decided to have a bit of fun. "I don't have all day, you. I'm a very strong warrior. I'm valiant, and brave; who am I to think that you aren't some evil doer here to end my life!"
The man fidgeted with his tie, and looked around desperately for an exit. His hand tightened around the hilt of his weapon. "M-my name is Mr. Nothing."
Michelle took a hand, and pushed up her goggles on top of her head, messing up her short white locks. The corners of her mouth turned up in a silly grin. "Well hi! I'm Michelle, nice to meet you."
Mr. Nothing looked confused for a moment, but then relieved. His hand slipped from his scythe and he extended it to her for a handshake. She laughed, "You're not going to kill me, right?"
He used his other hand to pull up his sleeve. "No guns, no knives, no poisonous snakes. I think we're good."
As soon as it was there, it was gone again. The woman sat limp on the floor, still panting in confusion. Betsy, her Betsy. Something was wrong with Betsy. Betsy, who she fought with, Betsy who she modified herself, Betsy her first gun. Betsy, with her first headshot.
Michelle allowed herself a few moments to regain her composure as she looked over her rifle, now back to normal. Could this have been one of the other contestants' doing? Could this have been that scraggly guy who brought me here? She looked over at the puddle of amethyst fluid. Was it that purple gunk? Well, better safe than sorry
Under a melting stalactite of ice, a pool of water had formed. Michelle ran Betsy through it, avoiding touching the liquid. Whatever the hell that was, I don't want any part of it.
After all the goo was washed off of her beloved rifle, Michelle took a cloth from her pocket and began to wipe Betsy down, quietly singing a classical song she heard on a equipment run once. "We're no strangers to loooove. You know the rules and so do Iiiiiiii. A full commitme--"
Her goggles blinked, a tall shape was in the darkness. She swung her entire body in an instant into a snipers position, her giant gun aimed. "Who are you?"
"Oh, um, terribly sorry to bother you ma'am."A man stepped from the hallway, holding his hands up in a non-threatening manner. He winced, obviously uncomfortable at having a giant rifle aimed at his chest."My name is Nothing."
"Then what do I call you?" Michelle eased up on the trigger, but kept a menacing face. He was harmless to her, a nice guy. But never one to pass up a good joke, she decided to have a bit of fun. "I don't have all day, you. I'm a very strong warrior. I'm valiant, and brave; who am I to think that you aren't some evil doer here to end my life!"
The man fidgeted with his tie, and looked around desperately for an exit. His hand tightened around the hilt of his weapon. "M-my name is Mr. Nothing."
Michelle took a hand, and pushed up her goggles on top of her head, messing up her short white locks. The corners of her mouth turned up in a silly grin. "Well hi! I'm Michelle, nice to meet you."
Mr. Nothing looked confused for a moment, but then relieved. His hand slipped from his scythe and he extended it to her for a handshake. She laughed, "You're not going to kill me, right?"
He used his other hand to pull up his sleeve. "No guns, no knives, no poisonous snakes. I think we're good."