Re: Epic Clash Round 2 - The Wax Colosseum
03-01-2010, 08:53 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by McBatman.
Glere brusehd himself off, twisting a colorful plastic pineapple into place, another sickening SNAP echoing through the air as he secured it to his neck. A few moments later his eyes reappeared on the plastic fruit, looking upward to the fellow who had distracted him.
"What are you anyways?" Spender asked, folding his arms.
Glere picked up the bike and threw it over the edge of a nearby walkway. A loud CRASH traveling upwards as he turned his gaze to the man floating before him.
"An interesting question, long debated by people with far too much time on their hands, working on calculations and addendums to several volumes of perceived thought, all coming to the same conclusion of 'I have no idea.' Somethings just are. You are, I am, that is." Glere pointed to a wax statue frozen in a defensive stance, holding up a shield with a sword raised over its head.
"Anyways, don't be so koi." Glere said reaching into his cloak, producing a giant, wriggling goldfisih. Spender groaned, holding the bridge of his nose.
"You ARE aware this is a contest to the death, right?" he said, lowering slightly as Glere continued to fool around with the fish, before tossing it back in his cape. Spender blinked as he heard a loud splash, as though it had just dropped into a tank of water.
"I've played many games of Russian Roulette, often with unsuspecting individuals who thought they would assuredly be the victor, and even in my loss, I have proved victorious." Glere said unscrewing his head again, and tossing it back into his cloak. He fished around inside before producing ANOTHER fishbowl, this time with the koi from before swimming around inside. He picked it out and tossed back into the cloak, again accompanied with a loud splash.
"At any rate, I intend to be the victor here, or my name simply is not Glere!... Yay, more rhyming!" he said, laughing giddily.
Glere brusehd himself off, twisting a colorful plastic pineapple into place, another sickening SNAP echoing through the air as he secured it to his neck. A few moments later his eyes reappeared on the plastic fruit, looking upward to the fellow who had distracted him.
"What are you anyways?" Spender asked, folding his arms.
Glere picked up the bike and threw it over the edge of a nearby walkway. A loud CRASH traveling upwards as he turned his gaze to the man floating before him.
"An interesting question, long debated by people with far too much time on their hands, working on calculations and addendums to several volumes of perceived thought, all coming to the same conclusion of 'I have no idea.' Somethings just are. You are, I am, that is." Glere pointed to a wax statue frozen in a defensive stance, holding up a shield with a sword raised over its head.
"Anyways, don't be so koi." Glere said reaching into his cloak, producing a giant, wriggling goldfisih. Spender groaned, holding the bridge of his nose.
"You ARE aware this is a contest to the death, right?" he said, lowering slightly as Glere continued to fool around with the fish, before tossing it back in his cape. Spender blinked as he heard a loud splash, as though it had just dropped into a tank of water.
"I've played many games of Russian Roulette, often with unsuspecting individuals who thought they would assuredly be the victor, and even in my loss, I have proved victorious." Glere said unscrewing his head again, and tossing it back into his cloak. He fished around inside before producing ANOTHER fishbowl, this time with the koi from before swimming around inside. He picked it out and tossed back into the cloak, again accompanied with a loud splash.
"At any rate, I intend to be the victor here, or my name simply is not Glere!... Yay, more rhyming!" he said, laughing giddily.