MOLOCH: EATER OF HUMANS unintelligibly bellowed at such an outrage! A NOBLE BEAST LIKE HIM, CHAINED UP AND PUT INTO A GAME LIKE A VERMIN-BIRD!? HOW DARE THIS "SCALLYWAG!"
Moloch ran at the Scallywag in a blind rage, nearly reaching the captain before he promptly jumped away with a hearty laugh and ran off into the ship. Moloch's momentum continued, and although he tried to stop, he collided headfirst into the railing, nearly falling off. He managed to twist in the air, screaming in rage, grabbed onto the ledge of the vessel, and used his continued moment to mash into the storage decks below. The ship lurched violently, and loud crashes were heard in the decks below, intermixed with the growls and roars with Moloch's incomprehensible rage.
Suddenly, the scream of a bird-like animal. Maybe a chicken, maybe something more alien. Regardless, it screamed. If one could see consciousness, one would see the mind of this birdlike creature, almost before it was snuffed out, funneled, funneled to somewhere else.
In this game, reserves are going to play a critical role in what is considered canon. If someone places a reserve they will officially have 1 hour and 30 minutes to make their post (ala the original Grand Battle). If someone makes a reserve and you post before their reserve time is up (and before they make their post), then your post may be declared NON-CANON. (which would be a terrible shame in a game where everything is canon)
Now since I hadn't addressed this directly yet, the posts between this one and Agent's reserve are CANON but Agent's hour and a half starts at the time of this post.
Of course no stacking reserves, once someone reserves you have to wait for them to finish.
Now if you guys feel like an hour and a half isn't enough time, let me know and I can increase it. However, I would like to keep this quick pace going if possible. I probably will extend this time in later rounds though.
From inside the steel-portion floor of the battleship, Ariel watched Pitch waddle away. Her eyes, adapted to seeing through dense matter, were nonetheless capable of seeing the electromagnetic signals that filtered through the air and through the solid metal. Granted she was mostly seeing in ultraviolet and x-ray since visible light lacked the energy to penetrate, but she was used to using those spectrums. In the same way she heard Pitch’s voice through the vibrations that came through the dense steel.
This place was unfamiliar. The sounds of the battleship that reached her through the humming framework of the ship were strange, alien. She heard more than most of those inhabiting air did; the vibrations of sound often dampened greatly in such a rarefied medium. She heard the deep throb of the engines propelling the battleship through the multiversal void, and listened to the pulses of attitude thrusters adjusting the battleship’s course.
She drifted downwards from the room where the rest of the contestants argued their shenanigans, and sat on the ceiling of the room below. Not wanting to strain her eyes she simply closed them and listened.
"And you lose, I’m afraid. Sorry, Mr. Elevator Software. You’ll…just have to live with not being able to stop on the fifth deck down from the floor that we started from. Just because there’s not a lot you can do to an elevator program."
She felt the jar as MOLOCH: EATER OF HUMANS broke through the deck and carved a path of impenetrable air down through the bowels of the ship. She heard, just on the edge of her hearing, the slime mold consuming the bag of wheat with little ‘sloop sloop’ noises.
The battleship was a metal shell, with steel and wood decks seemingly dispersed at random throughout the interior. Up around the front of the ship would be the bridge, though it must be too far away for her to hear. Or it could be the chaos that MOLOCH: EATER OF HUMANS was wreaking in the cargo hold. The scale was vast – from end to end the ship was the size of a large skyscraper. Though Ariel had never heard of or seen the Empire State Building, the size comparison was still applicable.
She stood up, pushed herself upwards – always supported by the matter around her, gravity only affected her if she let it – and pressed her hands to the floor’s surface. She found the air as immovable as ever, but she could then listen, unseen, to conversations above…
That is, assuming "BUCK BUCK BUCKAW!" counted as a conversation.
Clarissa's mind was a strange thing. She retained small memories of every spirit that passed through her, but in her confused mind, everything she remembered had her as the central figure. And it was heavily affected by whatever spirit currently inhabited her.
One of her past guests had been a low-ranking sailor. She remembered swabbing the decks; it was an unpleasant memory, but she guessed she had been called back to duty, and a job was a job. She wandered off to look for a mop, clucking all the while.
As Magoo watched the strange beings leave the bay they were currently in, especially the clucking doll, that one was really out of place in his mind, he wondered just what he was doing in such an event. He was certainly no fighter, but he was unique, and he'd try to look on the bright side of things. He strolled over to a hatch, ominously opened by a hatch. He didn;t bother touching the handles, they would prove far too light for a creature such as him to lift. At a touch, the weight of the door became apparent.
And it slowly let itself open as he pushed against it.
"Good, usually have trouble with the doo- "I THINK I LOVE YOU!" -rs." He cleared his throat after the outburst, and glanced around to see if anyone noticed.
There was such a being. The human had yet to move.
"Hey, you doing anything? Either way, I'm taking the stairs."
Self reminder that I'm using #5B59BA . Caracao.
Originally Posted by MalkyTop
I need to delve into dick territory.
23:55 Sanzh - wouldn't penis math be cockulus
23:55 TheDeleter - Prickonometry?
23:56 Schazer - dongrivatives?
23:56 Jacquerel - arithmadicks
23:57 DragonFogel - On that note, I'm going to finish up the leftover lasagna.
23:57 Drakenforge - Try finding out how that connects to the conversation at hand
23:59 Schazer - laswangna
00:00 Pinary - (Did anyone raise sexponential functions in the punwall? I must admit, I only got a chance to skim it.)
00:00 Schazer - I am pretty much just
00:00 Schazer - inserting dicks wherever the opportunity presents itself
00:00 Pinary - You sound like a teenage guy
00:00 Drakenforge - She gets that a lot.
It is very much a contest. Once we hit 25 story posts, we argue, and someone is kicked out. If you want to force that deadline up, and thus prevent your opponents from getting their say in, that's perfectly reasonable. Ruthlessness is encouraged.
Also keep in mind that story-wise - anything goes. Anything. (as long as it doesn't directly conflict with pre-established canon)
Of course Spamming is not encouraged, I may choose to count a series of small posts as a single post. If, once 25 posts comes up, your opponents present a convincing argument that you were the worst at upholding and using the canon, you'd be on the chopping block.