RE: The $300,000 Fight-A-Thon! [Round Two: Toyetic!]
01-20-2014, 09:51 PM
The shopkeeper paled. While he was holding onto his shiny new check for $300,000, he retroactively realized something. Didn't that clock have a watch? As soon as he turned his head around to confirm, the wall, and in extent the whole south half, of the store collapsed. He barely had the time to wheeze "W...Watcher..." before he was trampled over and killed by a horde of panicking shoppers. The check was lost in the rubble.
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Someone pointed up in the sky. "Watcher!"
Ever since then, a group of people, proudly displaying their favorite Warden of the Sixth Ring hats, shirts, and scarves, gathered around the shadow cast by the floating Warden. Warden did not notice, of course, focused on his pursuit as he was. The people had been cheering on for their favorite Watcher. In fact, none of them could see the identifying watch, as Warden had tucked it away in his body, but nobody had the courage to speak up and remind them all of that fact. All in all, the scene was positively sickening.
Warden became aware of the rapid, yet faint, beeping within his body. He looked inwards himself, and found that he was directly above the source of the Light. He floated down, and found himself in the middle of the street. The congregation of people who had been following his shadow suddenly found his shadow too quick to keep up with, and were panting when they finally caught up. They were still cheering, and Warden, having found the ground in the way of his pursuit, finally looked around.
"...Did he find it?"
"Find what?"
"The warehouse, idiot!"
"Oh yeah."
It was only then that Warden noticed, in their lifelines, that they were all unnaturally incompetent. One such woman was a hairdresser who would always inadvertently shave half her customers' hair off, then pass it off as "the new style". Another was a sewer maintenance man who was woefully incompetent with a drill, and he had stains all over him from the "accidents" he caused. To be frank, he wasn't sure what to make of this. But, it was obvious supernatural forces were at work here. All the more reason to find this Light, then. He touched all four of his arms to the road below, then furiously started digging. The crowd simply looked upon with stupid smiles on their faces.
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In an apartment somewhere...
He came home from a long day at work. "Honey, I'm home!" Such was the day-after-day tradition of the happily married couple. His wife replied from the kitchen. "In here, dear!" To which the businessman put down his briefcase, went down to the kitchen, and greeted his wife with a surprise hug from behind.
"Oh! Dear, no need to surprise me like that!"
"Baby, it's great to see you again. Boy, I'm parched! That was a long day at work."
"I'll make you a glass of water, dear."
"Would you? That sure would hit the spot!"
He sat down, and his wife gave him a glass of water. Something about it looked... off, though. It was just a tiny bit pinkish. He would have given it a second thought, but, like he said, he was parched. He greedily gulped down large sips... and promptly started vomiting. His wife ceased washing the dishes, and turned around, only to see her husband profusely vomiting, the vomit eventually turning to blood. As he puked his guts out, literally, she could do nothing but raise her hand to her mouth in horror. Unfortunately, her hand was wet from washing dishes, and some of it got in her mouth. She succumbed to the same fate as her husband, their bodies draped over each other on the blood-and-vomit-stained kitchen floor.
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Warden finally broke into the sewer system of Toyetic. This was really not a difficult task, as it was falling apart anyways. The putrid odor of the methane would have bothered an organic creature, but not Warden. He was aware of it, though. There was a certain sort of irony in his warehouse being located in the sewers below Toyetic, but that, he wasn't aware of. All he saw was that, right in front of him, was an giant door with a skull-shaped imprint in it. It seemed identical to his own face. He pushed his face into it, and was somewhat surprised when it fit perfectly. He rotated his entire body, making sure to keep his time consistent. With a puff of steam, the door opened. Inside was a small room, filled with cogs, weapons, and even a few classical torture devices.
"Finally."
Warden was pleased that such a motherload of equipment was finally available to him. He was expecting to find the Artiste, but there was no sign of its foul aura here. He remembered the fiasco of the first round, and hoped to never go through that again. With this, he was in control again. He found some oil, and greased his cogs with it, making his ticking suddenly less audible. He replaced a large number of gears with duplicates that were somehow exactly like the original. He took two M134 Miniguns, and replaced his lower two arms with them, making sure to stock a large ammo stockpile within his body. He even found a new face, which was a much deeper and more menacing black than his original face. He found a clock, which he calibrated, then made all the necessary adjustments.
As soon as he put on his new face, he saw a bunch of auras, which he did not detect before. He looked up, and noticed that his sin-sensing capabilities were vastly improved. The first thing that he noticed was that several people were currently dying in an apartment complex not far away from where he was, and he correctly deduced that someone was directly responsible for poisoning their water supply. Something sinister was at work here, and innocent lives were being lost. He would have to apprehend these sinners, and make them regret ever having existed. If he had a movable mouth, as well as a personality that allowed him to do so, he would have grinned.
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Its descent was nearly complete. Its mission was about to begin. Unfortunately, its descent had landed it near a crowd of people, which was currently crowded around a large hole in the middle of the road. As its light reached them, they started looking up, and the crowd parted in fright. It spoke.
"Do not fear me, for I am one of your Watchers."
Instead of rejoicing like it expected them to, they started murmuring amongst each other, and questioning it.
"Huh? But you don't have a watch."
"And I've never seen you around."
It was taken aback at this. Then someone shouted.
"Hey, wait a minute! I just remembered a question that had been bothering me all morning... If the legend of the Watchers say there are six Watchers, then why do we only have five?"
"What do you mean?"
"Look around."
Heads rolled, and some people noticed the discrepancy. Among the multiple advertisements messily plastered all over Toyetic's buildings, there were depictions of the Watchers. There was Ironjaw, a muscular shark-human hybrid; Eriz, a woman in a big robotic suit; Guillemet, a dragon scientist with a human face; Felus, a majestic god of cats; and finally Warden, a menacing clock with a skull for a face.
"Oh shit! We forgot one!"
"How did we not notice this?!"
"Did nobody seriously say anthing?"
If it had any eyes, it would have rolled them so hard they started hemorrhaging. It was lucky it didn't have them. It spoke again.
"So, do you believe me now? I am your last Watcher, the one you forgot all about. And I am here to save you all. Now, please bow before me."
As they prostrated themselves before it, it was content. Surely, one of its agents had already poisoned the water supply of an unimportant apartment complex, leading to a series of deaths and mass panic. If all went as planned, it would weed out and eliminate this "terrorist threat", causing it to become ingrained in the Legend of the Watchers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Someone pointed up in the sky. "Watcher!"
Ever since then, a group of people, proudly displaying their favorite Warden of the Sixth Ring hats, shirts, and scarves, gathered around the shadow cast by the floating Warden. Warden did not notice, of course, focused on his pursuit as he was. The people had been cheering on for their favorite Watcher. In fact, none of them could see the identifying watch, as Warden had tucked it away in his body, but nobody had the courage to speak up and remind them all of that fact. All in all, the scene was positively sickening.
Warden became aware of the rapid, yet faint, beeping within his body. He looked inwards himself, and found that he was directly above the source of the Light. He floated down, and found himself in the middle of the street. The congregation of people who had been following his shadow suddenly found his shadow too quick to keep up with, and were panting when they finally caught up. They were still cheering, and Warden, having found the ground in the way of his pursuit, finally looked around.
"...Did he find it?"
"Find what?"
"The warehouse, idiot!"
"Oh yeah."
It was only then that Warden noticed, in their lifelines, that they were all unnaturally incompetent. One such woman was a hairdresser who would always inadvertently shave half her customers' hair off, then pass it off as "the new style". Another was a sewer maintenance man who was woefully incompetent with a drill, and he had stains all over him from the "accidents" he caused. To be frank, he wasn't sure what to make of this. But, it was obvious supernatural forces were at work here. All the more reason to find this Light, then. He touched all four of his arms to the road below, then furiously started digging. The crowd simply looked upon with stupid smiles on their faces.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In an apartment somewhere...
He came home from a long day at work. "Honey, I'm home!" Such was the day-after-day tradition of the happily married couple. His wife replied from the kitchen. "In here, dear!" To which the businessman put down his briefcase, went down to the kitchen, and greeted his wife with a surprise hug from behind.
"Oh! Dear, no need to surprise me like that!"
"Baby, it's great to see you again. Boy, I'm parched! That was a long day at work."
"I'll make you a glass of water, dear."
"Would you? That sure would hit the spot!"
He sat down, and his wife gave him a glass of water. Something about it looked... off, though. It was just a tiny bit pinkish. He would have given it a second thought, but, like he said, he was parched. He greedily gulped down large sips... and promptly started vomiting. His wife ceased washing the dishes, and turned around, only to see her husband profusely vomiting, the vomit eventually turning to blood. As he puked his guts out, literally, she could do nothing but raise her hand to her mouth in horror. Unfortunately, her hand was wet from washing dishes, and some of it got in her mouth. She succumbed to the same fate as her husband, their bodies draped over each other on the blood-and-vomit-stained kitchen floor.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Warden finally broke into the sewer system of Toyetic. This was really not a difficult task, as it was falling apart anyways. The putrid odor of the methane would have bothered an organic creature, but not Warden. He was aware of it, though. There was a certain sort of irony in his warehouse being located in the sewers below Toyetic, but that, he wasn't aware of. All he saw was that, right in front of him, was an giant door with a skull-shaped imprint in it. It seemed identical to his own face. He pushed his face into it, and was somewhat surprised when it fit perfectly. He rotated his entire body, making sure to keep his time consistent. With a puff of steam, the door opened. Inside was a small room, filled with cogs, weapons, and even a few classical torture devices.
"Finally."
Warden was pleased that such a motherload of equipment was finally available to him. He was expecting to find the Artiste, but there was no sign of its foul aura here. He remembered the fiasco of the first round, and hoped to never go through that again. With this, he was in control again. He found some oil, and greased his cogs with it, making his ticking suddenly less audible. He replaced a large number of gears with duplicates that were somehow exactly like the original. He took two M134 Miniguns, and replaced his lower two arms with them, making sure to stock a large ammo stockpile within his body. He even found a new face, which was a much deeper and more menacing black than his original face. He found a clock, which he calibrated, then made all the necessary adjustments.
As soon as he put on his new face, he saw a bunch of auras, which he did not detect before. He looked up, and noticed that his sin-sensing capabilities were vastly improved. The first thing that he noticed was that several people were currently dying in an apartment complex not far away from where he was, and he correctly deduced that someone was directly responsible for poisoning their water supply. Something sinister was at work here, and innocent lives were being lost. He would have to apprehend these sinners, and make them regret ever having existed. If he had a movable mouth, as well as a personality that allowed him to do so, he would have grinned.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Its descent was nearly complete. Its mission was about to begin. Unfortunately, its descent had landed it near a crowd of people, which was currently crowded around a large hole in the middle of the road. As its light reached them, they started looking up, and the crowd parted in fright. It spoke.
"Do not fear me, for I am one of your Watchers."
Instead of rejoicing like it expected them to, they started murmuring amongst each other, and questioning it.
"Huh? But you don't have a watch."
"And I've never seen you around."
It was taken aback at this. Then someone shouted.
"Hey, wait a minute! I just remembered a question that had been bothering me all morning... If the legend of the Watchers say there are six Watchers, then why do we only have five?"
"What do you mean?"
"Look around."
Heads rolled, and some people noticed the discrepancy. Among the multiple advertisements messily plastered all over Toyetic's buildings, there were depictions of the Watchers. There was Ironjaw, a muscular shark-human hybrid; Eriz, a woman in a big robotic suit; Guillemet, a dragon scientist with a human face; Felus, a majestic god of cats; and finally Warden, a menacing clock with a skull for a face.
"Oh shit! We forgot one!"
"How did we not notice this?!"
"Did nobody seriously say anthing?"
If it had any eyes, it would have rolled them so hard they started hemorrhaging. It was lucky it didn't have them. It spoke again.
"So, do you believe me now? I am your last Watcher, the one you forgot all about. And I am here to save you all. Now, please bow before me."
As they prostrated themselves before it, it was content. Surely, one of its agents had already poisoned the water supply of an unimportant apartment complex, leading to a series of deaths and mass panic. If all went as planned, it would weed out and eliminate this "terrorist threat", causing it to become ingrained in the Legend of the Watchers.
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