Re: Epic Clash Round 2 - The Wax Colosseum
02-25-2010, 03:39 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by McBatman.
A high pitched shriek filled the air nearby, as Glere continued his springing jaunt through the area. He stopped making loud SPROING noises as he looked around. Suddenly, a figure flew by overhead, darting away quickly. He watched him fly off, raising a brow. Did that mean the people were already finding these waxen simulacrums? He looked around the mist, it was hard to see through the thick haze. He started doing a few high jumps, trying to see where he was. It seemed to be among a few ruins near a few trees, seemingly out of place amongst the Colosseum's arches and stone walls.
"Hellooooooooooooooooo!" Glere hollered into the mist, grinning slightly as he was greeted by a loud gurgling noise. He tossed the device up in the air and caught it again.
Found ya! He stepped deeper into the woods to find a wax figure caught in a snare, danging upside down, with its head hanging down into a pool of water. It continued to gurgle, in an excruciating manner. Glere walked over and poked it in the side, to be met with a sudden, spastic thrashing of the wax figure. Apparently he was in quite a bit of agony from the looks of it. Glere fished inside his cloak, pulling out a snorkel. He stuck his hands into the pool of water, sliding it around the figure's face, twisting the snorkel upside down to allow air passage. If these things even breathed. The thrashing suddenly stopped, but the figure continued to let out raspy gasps of agony. Apparently perpetually drowning was unpleasant. Who knew?
"Sorry old chum, no time to shoot the breeze, I haven't found a bullet that small." he said, slamming the device deep into the figure's side. It thrashed again, before going back to the previous rasping. Glere slid off the moonshoes, sliding them back into his cloak. He then pulled out a pair of sneakers and tied them on, then unfastening his cape again. He snapped it in front of him, and an old, rusted bike fell with a clang to the forest floor as his cape refastened itself. He stood it up, ringed the bell on the handlebars, and took off out of the forest back down one of the stone pathways into the mist.
A high pitched shriek filled the air nearby, as Glere continued his springing jaunt through the area. He stopped making loud SPROING noises as he looked around. Suddenly, a figure flew by overhead, darting away quickly. He watched him fly off, raising a brow. Did that mean the people were already finding these waxen simulacrums? He looked around the mist, it was hard to see through the thick haze. He started doing a few high jumps, trying to see where he was. It seemed to be among a few ruins near a few trees, seemingly out of place amongst the Colosseum's arches and stone walls.
"Hellooooooooooooooooo!" Glere hollered into the mist, grinning slightly as he was greeted by a loud gurgling noise. He tossed the device up in the air and caught it again.
Found ya! He stepped deeper into the woods to find a wax figure caught in a snare, danging upside down, with its head hanging down into a pool of water. It continued to gurgle, in an excruciating manner. Glere walked over and poked it in the side, to be met with a sudden, spastic thrashing of the wax figure. Apparently he was in quite a bit of agony from the looks of it. Glere fished inside his cloak, pulling out a snorkel. He stuck his hands into the pool of water, sliding it around the figure's face, twisting the snorkel upside down to allow air passage. If these things even breathed. The thrashing suddenly stopped, but the figure continued to let out raspy gasps of agony. Apparently perpetually drowning was unpleasant. Who knew?
"Sorry old chum, no time to shoot the breeze, I haven't found a bullet that small." he said, slamming the device deep into the figure's side. It thrashed again, before going back to the previous rasping. Glere slid off the moonshoes, sliding them back into his cloak. He then pulled out a pair of sneakers and tied them on, then unfastening his cape again. He snapped it in front of him, and an old, rusted bike fell with a clang to the forest floor as his cape refastened itself. He stood it up, ringed the bell on the handlebars, and took off out of the forest back down one of the stone pathways into the mist.