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| The Magma Carta; Magu Magu no Mi SL | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 6 2012, 04:06 PM (1,088 Views) | |
| Blacklight | Jun 6 2012, 04:06 PM Post #1 |
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Volcanic rock crumbled under Mac’s boot with each step he took. Fine round beads of sweat rolled down his face, collected on the base of his chin and fell to the scorching ground below. “Damn it’s hot. Must be getting close.” Mac grumbled to himself as he used carelessly wiped sweat off the surface of his forehead. By now the muscles in his legs began to ache and tremble, but Mac continued on; each step ascending him slightly higher up the volcano. He hoped and prayed that the item he was after would just be lying at the peak of the volcano with no opposition surrounding it. Unfortunately that seemed to never be the case. What’s this item you ask? Well even Mac wasn’t sure. As head of quality assurance for the Bausyer Island Black Market, it was his job to make sure any and every item met its delivery. What the item was meant nothing to him. The shipment was all that mattered. So obviously when he heard that a very expensive item went missing, Mac was willing to go through great lengths to get it back. His first obstacle was finding where the item was located in the first place but after tracking down one of the three men in charge of delivering the item, he found out that the other two men ran off with the item to the volcano at Karaoke Island. Thinking about it, it made Mac chuckle a little with pleasure. To get that information he had to spend a lil time in the interrogation room; his favorite place to be. Looking down he noticed that he still had some of the delivery boys dried blood on his knuckles. No matter. As if it was nothing out of the normal, Mac simple licked the blood off his knuckles and continued forward. The air had begun to grow thicker with volcanic smoke and ash with each step but Mac was just glad he was nearing the end of the ascension. “I’m coming for you bastards” He muttered under his breath with a smirk. |
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| Blacklight | Jun 9 2012, 10:39 PM Post #2 |
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Reaching the end of his trek, Mac couldn’t believe what he had gotten himself into. His stomach twisted and spun as he stared down the ominous vent of the enormous volcano. “I really really hate heights” He said to himself, though the reminder was not needed. Taking a step back from the ledge, a small rock was kicked out from underneath Mac’s foot. He then watched in horror, imagining the rock as himself, fall helplessly down hundreds of feet until it plunged into the blistering lava at the base of the volcano. The way in which a plume of smoke then rose from the rocks burial spot, as if the magma was now satisfied, made Mac couldn’t help but to think that this volcano was more of an angry demon than just a violent force of nature. “Come on Thatcher. If you can rip a man’s lung out through his throat, you can deal with a few punks in a silly volcano.” He uttered reassuringly. “Where are those damn punks anyway?” He started to question himself. From his high position atop the volcano, he scanned the grounds from base to peak searching for any sort of secret entrance. Unfortunately, nothing looked suspicious enough to catch his attention. “Damn. They have to be around here somewhere. I mangled their lil friend enough to know he wouldn’t be lying about their location.” Then suddenly Mac had a realization as he thought about where the most badass location for a secret base would be. “It’s inside the volcano isn’t it?” He questioned himself with a loud sigh. Walking back over to the edge of the volcano’s crater, Mac’s eye’s scanned the sides of the inner vent. Sure enough he quickly spotted a flimsy rope ladder that led down to a platform a few feet below, still hundreds of feet above the pool of magma. “This shit be bonkers.” Edited by Blacklight, Jun 11 2012, 11:08 AM.
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| Blacklight | Jun 10 2012, 01:38 PM Post #3 |
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Shutting his eyes as tight as he possibly could, Mac began to make his way down the flimsy rope ladder. One step down followed the other as he slowly worked his way down the treacherous mouth of the volcano. The ladder shook wildly with each foot of the descent and Mac began to question the intelligence of these smugglers. He couldn’t comprehend how the same people who somehow constructed a secret base within a volcano, were dumb enough to then use a feeble rope ladder to reach it. However, that was beside the point. All that mattered was that he get the precious item and get it back to Bausyer Island. Lost in thought, Mac was surprised when his foot fell down onto the platform at the end of the ladder. His eyelids hurt as he pried them open and he was swiftly blinded by the brightness of the magma pool far below. And even though he was just a mere few feet into the vent of the volcano, the heat felt as if his blood was prepared to boil. It took a few minutes of rubbing his eyes and adjusting to the light before Mac was able to distinguish a simple wooden door ahead of him. Through the volcanoes smoke and ash, he spotted a sort of markings on the door but his vision was too blurred to make out exactly what it was. His nimble fingers gently brushed against the brittle door, trying to figure it out. They felt out some sort of carvings made deep within the wood. Some sort of word or symbol he could tell, but the alphabetic he didn’t recognize. “Must be some foreign bastards.” He assumed as he pushed the door open. The way in which the door creaked and groaned only made the situation ever so much more suspenseful for the young adventurer. “Come out come out where ever you are!” He yelled out through the torch lit tunnel. However the only response he received was his own words echoing back to himself. With no other choice left, he began taking a few steps forward in the continuation of his search. Edited by Blacklight, Jun 11 2012, 11:08 AM.
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| Blacklight | Jun 11 2012, 12:53 PM Post #4 |
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Upon entering the tunnel, Mac was surprised to find that the temperature had dropped significantly. Looking around, he couldn’t spot any sort of ventilation, but it was obvious to him that whoever had made this tunnel had to have quite a bit of money to afford some sort of system block the heat of a volcano. Despite that, Mac was a bit nervous by the darkness of the tunnel. From what he could tell, the only light came from torches that hung from the walls and were spaced incredibly far apart. “Well at least the torches are still lit. Must mean people were recently here.” He said to himself. Walking up to the nearest torch, Mac carefully picked it up out of the basket in which it hung, careful not to be burned by the flaming tip. Slowly, he began to make a few more steps into the darkness of the tunnel. He didn’t know if his mind was just playing tricks on him, but with every flicker the flame made upon the tip of the torch, shadows appeared to dance and play on the walls. “Dis shizz be creepy as hell.” The young adventurer murmured as he watched the shadows taunt him. Before he knew it, Mac came up to an impasse. With the light of his torch guiding the way, he found himself staring at three different paths breaking out from the original tunnel. “Shit… I got to figure that right is always right” He muttered as he started to think of which path to take. “But then again, maybe the idiots who made this tunnel thought of that same thing and decided to make it their base follow the left path. Or maybe each path leads to the base in the end or even there are three separate bases. So many options and possibilities to choose from……… fuck it. Middle it is.” Mac said as he took a few steps forward. |
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| Blacklight | Jun 12 2012, 03:00 PM Post #5 |
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No more than a few feet into the middle path, Mac found himself staring blankly at another door. Flashing his torch across the width of the door, what was carved into it slightly frightened him. From what he could tell, it was an extremely detailed carving of the face of some sort of demon. Butterflies began to flutter wildly within Mac’s stomach. Just the thought of what sort of beast lied behind the door made him shiver in fear, but also made his mind run wild with curiosity. Finally after a few more moments of staring at the door, Mac’s curiosity took the best of him. Reaching forward, his sweaty hand grabbed a loose hold on the doorknob. “Show ye self ye foul beast from the pits of hell!” He shouted like a fool as he recklessly swung the door open. However Mac’s wild imaginations of some sort of blood thirsty beast weren’t fulfilled as he found himself staring into a very small and empty, pitch black room. “It’s a fucking closet! What is this shit!?” He cried out in disgust as he angrily chucked his torch into the room. Falling cross-legged to his ass, Mac immediately crossed his arms and began to pout. “Stupid smugglers. All I wanted was to have some fun on this stupid recovery mission but no! Not for Mac!” He complained like a small child. But then un-expectantly, the blond haired beauty noticed something small moving its way through the shadows of the small room. “Maybe it’s just a small demon?” He purposed with a small glimpse of hope left in having fun with this mission. It was when a small, brown, adorable rabbit hopped out from the shadows of the room that Mac gave up on his chances. “Fuck it. I don’t have time for rabbits. I’m just gonna find these guys as quickly as possible so maybe I can have some fun ripping their fucking eyes out.” |
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| Blacklight | Jun 15 2012, 01:46 PM Post #6 |
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After figuring that the middle path led to nothing but a closet with a rabbit inside, Mac had no choice but to return to an earlier part of the cavernous tunnels. It was only a few moments of retracing his steps before the beautiful blond adventurer found his way back to the fork that troubled him earlier. Luckily by this point, Mac’s eyes had become accustom to the darkness of the tunnels. Carrying a torch was no longer necessary as he could now easily spot the doors that were so darkened by the lack of light before. “Alright. Let’s think this one through Mac. You’re a Thatcher after all; not some random dumb ass. You can figure this out.” He reminded himself as he stared at the two yet to be explored pathways. “My brain is telling me to go to the left, but my heart is saying the right would be for the best….. well when has my head ever been right?” He finally decided. Moving through the right path, Mac noticed that the walls seemed a bit smoother and well made then before. From what he remembered, the rest of the tunnels walls were rigid with numerous rocks and rigid edges jutting out. However with this wall, as he let his fingers run against the side, he couldn’t help but realize that these walls had been smoothed, sanded down and polished. “This must be the right path. I mean, why else would they work so hard to round the edges of these walls?” Mac said, noting the architecture. So enamored by how well the walls were made, Mac didn’t even notice when his foot pressed down on a small pressure plate. Suddenly a large rumbling began shaking its way through the caverns and ran up through Mac’s legs and spine. “I HATH AWAKENED THY DRAGON… fuck” |
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| Blacklight | Jun 16 2012, 07:28 PM Post #7 |
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As the tunnels shook, dust and particles of dirt, ranging from microscopic to marble sized, began raining down from the ceiling onto Sawyers head. “Ahhh! Not the hat! This thing was hand knit!” Mac shrieked as he swiftly pulled his sewn winter hat from his head and shoved it underneath his shirt where it would be safe from the falling debris. However opposite of what one would expect, Mac noticed the rumbling had suddenly begun to stop. Looking forward deeper into the tunnel and back from whence he came, Mac saw nothing out of the ordinary but the smooth tunnel growing darker with each distant foot. “Everything seems a lil scarier now that it’s quite. Don’t ya think Mac? Yeah dude, it’s creepy as hell. By the way you’re doing that talking to yourself thing again. Yeah I know but it’s because I’m afraid if I stop talking I’ll start pissing myse-“ The young adventurer’s solo conversation slowly trailed off as another sound began to be picked up by his ears. Mac couldn’t quite comprehend it at first; it just sounded like something rushing quickly through the tunnel. Then it hit him. “BAAAALLLLS” He screamed at the top of his lungs as he spotted the enormous rock boulder, perfectly carved into a sphere, rolling his way. Turning around towards the way he came, Mac instantly began sprinting with all his might. His legs seemed to move faster than he ever remembered as he sprinted his way back through the tunnel. His hat shook wildly within his shirt and one of his shoes flew off, but the blond haired beauty knew this was a life or death situation. “I’m not gonna die from a cliché like this!” He shouted in defiance as he dived back through the tunnel opening into the fork in the road from before. |
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| Blacklight | Jun 18 2012, 09:19 PM Post #8 |
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Shards of broken rock sprayed across the tunnel and dust painted Mac’s skin as he slid to the ground. He quickly pressed his hands over the back of his head in order o make sure the flying rocks had no chance of breaking his crown. The last thing he needed was to have a concussion in the middle of a volcano. As he lied there on the scorching ground, waiting for the rocks to finish falling, he could already feel blood beginning to collect on his scraped knees. “I just bought these pants.” He said with a tear in his eye; more worried of how his blood might stain his now tattered pants rather than the blood itself. Once everything calmed down a bit Mac slowly rose to his feet, giving his stinging knee’s plenty of time to adjust. Removing his hat from beneath his shirt, he then placed it back on his head just the way he liked it; with his bangs peaking out just a lil in the front. Quickly turning around, Mac was glad to see that the boulder wasn’t able to make it through the tunnels narrow entrance and caused the flurry of falling debris when it got jammed. “Fuck y’all rocky self boulder. You aint got nothing on the fabulous Mac Thatcher” He said cockily as he gently patted the dust off of his clothes. Coming back to terms with the seriousness of the matter, Mac reevaluated his options. For the third time he was at the fork in the tunnel. The middle path had taken him to a bunny and the right path had taken him to a boulder so in reality, his only choice at that point was to take the left one. “Please lead me to either the guys I’m looking for or a lemonade stand. This volcano is too hot not to have one of those damn things.” he said as he began to take the left path |
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| Blacklight | Jun 20 2012, 07:11 PM Post #9 |
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At this point, it was just starting to get repetitive for the bloody thirsty beauty. Other than this path being slightly better lit than the previous two, Mac couldn’t tell a much of a difference between them. “God, this place is so boring. Well at least these walls don’t appear to be made for any sort of large rolling object” He said, slightly amusing himself, as his fingers brushed against the rigid stones protruding from the wall. “Hmmm, since this is the only path left, I figure it’s got to be the right one. Or at least it better be or else I’m just gonna start screaming until they find me…” Suddenly the sound of voices caught Mac’s ear. They echoed throughout the walls around him, but were still light enough for the lunatic to know that they still came from a decent distance away. “Go time” He whispered to himself as he sped his casual walk up to a silent jog. The voices grew louder with each step he took and he passed numerous doors as he moved, but Mac took no time for any detours; his eyes were on the prize. Coming up to the end of the path, Mac found himself staring into a large room with many tables and chairs. Quickly he hid himself behind remaining wall next to the rooms entrance to give him some time to scan the scenario before making his appearance. Peeking over his shoulder, into the room, Mac spotted where the noise was coming from. From what he could tell, in the far back corner of the room sat five men all in black robes. “Fuck. There was only suppose to be two of these damn smugglers; not five! How the hell am I suppose to beat five guys without damaging the goods. But enough talking bout my appearance, I also gotta worry about that package I’m suppose to recover.” The conceited young man thought to himself. |
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| Blacklight | Jun 21 2012, 07:37 PM Post #10 |
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Despite facing a disappointing realization, Mac continued to look for anything that could help accomplish his mission. His eye’s slowly scanned the mostly dark room, spotting each and every item and categorizing them within his head from least important to most. Then suddenly something that caught his eye set off the alarms within his head. From what he could tell, on the right wall of the room lied another door. This one, he noted, was made out of metal rather than the flimsy wood the rest were. Without any doubt in his mind, Mac figured the item he was searching for lied just past that door. At this point the homicidal maniac realized that if he could reach the door undetected, he would be able to get the item and get out without risking his life fighting five guys. Though this was the less fun option, Mac decided it was for the best. Luckily besides from the corner of the room where the cloaked men sat, the room was pretty dark. So pressing his back against the side of the wall, he slowly began to inch his way towards the door. His feet moved with a cunning silence and his breathing hushed just to remain undetected. After what felt like a millennium, the blond haired adventurer was just about the reach the door when he suddenly noticed the gaze of one of the cloak men pointed directly in his direction. Quickly, his body froze as still as a statue “Something wrong Zenyth?” “Uhm… No… no just thought I saw something but my mind must be playing tricks on me.” “Haha yeah, this volcano’ll get to ya sometimes.” Mac breathed a sigh of relief as the man’s gaze quickly reverted back to their conversation. Rushing the final few feet, Mac made it to the metal door and instantly began to examine it. ”Why would they put a sliding lock on this side of the door? It’s like they’re trying to keep whatever’s inside of their from coming out” He thought as he scrutinized the door. ”Whatever, their loss for being idiots.” |
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| Blacklight | Jun 23 2012, 09:43 PM Post #11 |
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Smoothly Mac’s nimble fingers slid the doors lock open, being careful not to make any clinks or clanks. With the door unlocked, his hand only needed to apply minimal pressure to slowly push the large door open with a loud creak. Suddenly Mac realized that the loud noise centered the eyes of every one in room on him. “Oh shizz!” He thought to himself as he quickly jumped through the door way before any of the men could stop him. It was quite the unpleasant surprise when Mac found himself falling instead of just stepping into a new room. “Hmmm, this was rather unpredicted. In fact, I am not enjoying this in the least bit.” The madman reflected in a surprisingly calm demeanor, considering the problem at hand. No more than a second more passed before Mac hit the bottom of the pit, ass first and with a resounding thud. “Umph, broke in a new crack” He stuttered, wincing in pain, as he slowly got up and began rubbing his rear end. Turning his head towards where he fell from, Mac looked just in time to witness the door shutting thirty feet above. “Well that’s just dandy…” Mac stated as he began dusting off his pants for what felt like the millionth time that day. “I mean seriously Thatcher; look what you’ve gotten yourself into. First you scrape your pants, and then you fall thirty feet down into a dirty pit… and look at that! A dirty pit with a giant chicken in it!” He exclaimed as he noticed the enormous feathery blob sitting with its back turned towards him. As the animals turned to face him, Mac jumped back in amazement as he saw a lizard like head on top of the beast. “uhm… Down boy! Bad!” He commanded, wide eyed and beginning to slowly back up to the wall of the pit |
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| Blacklight | Jun 25 2012, 08:25 PM Post #12 |
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The basilisk shrieked loudly at Mac and almost instantaneously he made a similar, ear piercing shriek of terror. “I’m too pretty for this” He whimpered as he watched the creature stare him down. The pupils within his eyes shook wildly as he watched the monstrous beast slowly turn to him and scratch the ground provocatively. Lifting his head up as far as he could, Mac spotted that the door, his only escape from the room and the beast, was at least a good thirty feet high; too high for him to make a simple jump. Mac’s eyes swiftly shifted back to the basilisk as he heard the pounding of the beasts chicken like feet rushing towards him. “Move. Move. Move" His mind told him but his body as he watched it. However his fear ridden didn’t manage to budge until the monsters gaping mouth was just about to close on him. A last ditch effort, he attempted to dive to the side but alas, his one of the beasts massive teeth grabbed a hold to the back of his shirt. “SHITTY SHITTY GUMDROPS!” He cried out as the basilisk picked him up from the ground and began thrashing him around like a ragdoll. Mac was whipped wildly around by the beast just a few more times before his shirt ripped, sending him flying towards one of the walls of the massive pit. His body bounced off the side of the wall and fell to the ground in a large plum of dust. For several seconds, Macs body just lied motionless on the ground; void of any life. But then, with blood running down his hand, Mac slowly pushed himself up to a sitting position against the side of the wall. The back half his shirt was torn off with tattered segments of cloth hanging off of what was left. Blood spilled from slashes in his back, cuts on his head and from within his mouth. Spitting some of the blood out onto the ground next to him, Mac looked up to see the basilisks savage eyes staring back at him from across the room. “Trust me... you aren't the worst cock I've had to deal with. Bring it on fucker.” Edited by Blacklight, Jun 26 2012, 02:45 PM.
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| Blacklight | Jun 26 2012, 03:59 PM Post #13 |
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Pressing his hands against the side of the wall, Mac slowly pushed his body up to a standing position. Dust shot out of Macs hair like spores from a flower as he shook his head back and forth, trying to rouse his dazed mind. "God. Who knew getting tossed around by a chicken lizard would make you so light headed.’’ Mac pondered as he rubbed one of his eyes violently. Meanwhile his other eye carefully focused on the basilisk, studying its movements as it charged. Noticing the way in which the monsters head dropped low as it charge, an idea popped into the pretty boys head. “Alright Thatcher, you got one shot at this so don’t fuck me over. Ready? Break!” He coached himself as one of his feet pressed up against the wall. Waiting for just the right moment, he concentrated on the bloody thirsty beast coming closer and closer with each passing moment. “NOW!” He screamed to remind himself for some reason. Kicking off the wall, Mac flew through the air towards the basilisk. His feet rose as high as possible in order to avoid the monsters snapping jaws as he flew. Then, using the basilisks’ lizard like head as a platform, he leapt again towards the doors platform. Hands spread wide, high above his head, Mac reached as much as he could toward the small platform. Unfortunately, his hands were the only thing that made it. They slide across the smooth volcanic ground until what was left of his finger bitten nails dug down in. Desperately his fingers clawed a tight hold into the platform, leaving him hanging for dear life. “Don’t quit on me now muscles.” The beautiful wonder pleaded, trying to pull himself up. Behind him he could hear the squawk and shuffle of the basilisk which only gave him more incentive. However he just wasn’t fast enough. “AWHHH” He cried out in misery as the basilisk’s sharp beak like snout jabbed deep into his shoulder. Btw, this is what a one piece basilisk looks like
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| Blacklight | Jun 27 2012, 07:30 PM Post #14 |
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Blood streamed down the curves of Mac’s back, down his leg and fell as tiny round beads from his boot, to the ground below. His fingers stayed latched onto the edge of the platform, but he could feel himself slowly slipping into unconsciousness. An empty void of whiteness began closing in on Mac vision with each moment. Quickly, he shut his eyes and felt his body going numb. By the time he reopened them, he was staring at the ceiling as he fell from the platform to the ground below. His body landed in the puddle made of his own blood, sending droplets of the red liquid across the pit. Much to his own surprise, Mac managed to stay conscious and was even able to pick himself up out of the puddle. His shoulder slumped in pain and he was a mess to look at, but the young adventurer was determined not to let himself become bird food so easily. “I’m still breathing, aint I?”He muttered, through the blood falling from his mouth, to the basilisk gawking at him. “KRAWWW!” It screeched at him yet again. With a slight limp to his step, Mac charged at the beast recklessly. Using his good arm, he took a wide swing at the elongated neck of the monster. However in his weakened state, he was simply too slow. The basilisk simply dodged the blow then slammed its beak like snout into Mac’s side, sending him tumbling across the room. “Gahh” Mac grunted in pain. However something perplexed the beautiful man. Yes he felt pain from his wounds, but also pain of what felt to be a searing heat radiating onto his back. Slowly rolling onto his belly, he was amazed by what he saw. “…magma” he stuttered. For on the certain area of the pit where Mac lied on, were thousands of small branching cracks in the ground. And just a foot into those cracks, Mac could spot the smoldering precursor of lava. “Holy shit, I have another plan!” He shouted in a heartbeat as he raised his head to locate his foe. Unfortunately, his eyes immediately met the basilisk’s as it was standing next to and looking down on him. “Fuuu-” He screamed as he watched the beast’s beak like snout fall towards his skull. |
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| Blacklight | Jun 27 2012, 09:06 PM Post #15 |
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Dodging a probable mortal blow, Mac quickly rolled to the side. Though his back was turned at the time, he could hear the basilisk’s snout breaking through the ground, then sizzle against the burning magma. “KRAW!” The monster cried out in pain. Ignoring his own personal pain, Mac swiftly jumped to his feet and gazed at the scene before him. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the Basilisk, face covered in magma, run wildly around the room. But what worried him was that the hole the basilisk made was still spewing out magma. “Shit, I gotta get outta here” Mac stated the obvious. Luckily, the basilisk soon slowed to a halt and laid its burnt snout on the platform to the door as it calmly slipped into an eternal slumber. Wasting no time, Mac raced to the end of his defeated foe. Small puddles of spilled lava painted the floors and made it a maze for the young adventurer to get through. Nevertheless he managed to reach the tail before the magma overtook the entire floor of the pit. “God really fucked up when making this creature. But hey, nobody’s perfect…” Mac mentioned as he first found his feet slipping on the basilisk’s slick scaled tail, then getting tangled in its feathery body. From atop the monstrous beast, the blond haired beauty noticed that the lava was slowly rising higher and higher and didn’t appear as if it was going to cease any time soon. “Damn. I really hope that doesn’t hinder me in later parts of the story.” By the time Mac had reached the abominations head, the lava had already risen high enough to submerge most of its body. With time running out, he made a gallant leap to the door. His body slammed into the metal door, sending it flying open. Using his concentration to overcome the pain, he then continued to scramble into the safety of the room. As soon as he made it, he quickly rose to his feet, turned around, closed the large metal door and locked it. “Hah! You stupid lava. I locked the door. Figure out a way to get me now!” ![]() 29 Edited by Edit, May 30 2017, 09:37 AM.
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