Alistair trembles. He is helpless to save the Player Killer, since the Godmodder attacked too fast and too unexpectedly. Even if he had the presence of mind to try, he knew he'd be full seconds too late to even reach the sun.
He stares dumbfoundedly, the sudden loss filling him not with anger, or rage, or sorrow, or fear. Just a numbness. An aching numbness.
Alistair lifts his hands up to look at them.
"Why are thy shaking?" The Player asks, his voice distant and detached. "I don't feel anything right now. Which is stupid anyway."
His head slumps a little and his shoulders tremble. The silence is all too deafening, somehow.
"Why would I feel bad? I barely knew him! He was trying to kill me. He just thought it was a game... It was a game... He was just having fun."
A memory of a dream echoes in his heart. A dream where he and two of his friends chased after two druggie assholes after they broke into his home and stole their stuff. His friends chased after one with long hair. He himself chased after someone with short, reddish blonde hair.
When he confronted the man in the dream, the other guy tried to start a fight. It was nighttime. THere was no one around. And what few lights that were on in the neighborhood had been blocked out by the awning they were under. They were in the dark.
But Alistair refused to fight. He knew... he knew, somehow, that the man he had chased- no, the boy he had chased - he knew they weren't in their right mind, and that they didn't mean this. So instead of fighting back, he took up the fighting stance he knew and just batted away the attacks that came his way. He even gave pointers, trying to correct his attacker's stance and how they held their fists so they wouldn't break.
Soon, the man in the dream collapsed into his arms, too out of it and exhausted to fight anymore. And so Alistair, in the dream, took the man home.
At least, that's what he intended. But tragically, he got on the wrong bus, and they ended up too far away to help the man now. And that's where the dream ended.
Alistair has always had little moments where he'd dream about the future. inconsequential moments, like where he'd be reading a passage from a book, or when he'd be walking through the gym in an unusual configuration. Nothing really important.
Here?
He just now remembered that the face he saw in the dream was one for one the Player Killer's.
Alistair had known, ever since he let his friends go into the city while it was being evacuated, that he was the other one of the two assholes, and that he had killed his friends. But this....
He looked up.
Alistair knew exactly what he was going to do next.
"GODMODDEEEERRR!" Alistair screamed at the top of his lungs, raw energy sparking off of his form like lightning. "I'm going to kill you for that!"
The godmodder snorted in contempt. Really? That display was supposed to be intimidating? He held up his hand as the Player blitzed him. This alone would be sufficient to put the attack to a dead stop-
And then he felt a cream pie smack him in the face.
"What the fu-"
THEN he was blitzed by the raging Player leaking UNLIMITED POWAH.
With disdainful ease, he shoved the Player back and backhanded him into the sun. He took a moment to wipe the cream from his face and observed as the Player sunk below the sun's surface. There, done, now onto the next annoyanc-
And then a solar flare slammed into the Godmodder. That Solar Flare contained the Player.... but now equipped with the Player Killer's Gear, all imbued with the power of the sun! It had been a ploy!
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"I will kill you Godmodder... if it's the last thing I do!"
And then the Godmodder roundhouse kicked the player into the distance.
"Stupid Player. Don't you know the Genre is humor!?"
But the Godmodder forgot something about the Administrative Plane. In addition to being arbitrarily large, it also had no escape except through portals. And the Godmodder had used his most powerful move, which meant that not only did the player reach the edge....
He also looped back around from the force and was able to slam into the Godmodder's backside! Specifically, he shoved the SUNSTROYER SWORD that was a part of the Solar Powered Killer Armaments right up where the Sun doesn't shine for the Godmodder! Naturally, Alistair pulled it out after it finished perforating the inside of his backside.
"How's that for humor!? I hope you don't need to sit down anytime soon!"
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He stares dumbfoundedly, the sudden loss filling him not with anger, or rage, or sorrow, or fear. Just a numbness. An aching numbness.
Alistair lifts his hands up to look at them.
"Why are thy shaking?" The Player asks, his voice distant and detached. "I don't feel anything right now. Which is stupid anyway."
His head slumps a little and his shoulders tremble. The silence is all too deafening, somehow.
"Why would I feel bad? I barely knew him! He was trying to kill me. He just thought it was a game... It was a game... He was just having fun."
A memory of a dream echoes in his heart. A dream where he and two of his friends chased after two druggie assholes after they broke into his home and stole their stuff. His friends chased after one with long hair. He himself chased after someone with short, reddish blonde hair.
When he confronted the man in the dream, the other guy tried to start a fight. It was nighttime. THere was no one around. And what few lights that were on in the neighborhood had been blocked out by the awning they were under. They were in the dark.
But Alistair refused to fight. He knew... he knew, somehow, that the man he had chased- no, the boy he had chased - he knew they weren't in their right mind, and that they didn't mean this. So instead of fighting back, he took up the fighting stance he knew and just batted away the attacks that came his way. He even gave pointers, trying to correct his attacker's stance and how they held their fists so they wouldn't break.
Soon, the man in the dream collapsed into his arms, too out of it and exhausted to fight anymore. And so Alistair, in the dream, took the man home.
At least, that's what he intended. But tragically, he got on the wrong bus, and they ended up too far away to help the man now. And that's where the dream ended.
Alistair has always had little moments where he'd dream about the future. inconsequential moments, like where he'd be reading a passage from a book, or when he'd be walking through the gym in an unusual configuration. Nothing really important.
Here?
He just now remembered that the face he saw in the dream was one for one the Player Killer's.
Alistair had known, ever since he let his friends go into the city while it was being evacuated, that he was the other one of the two assholes, and that he had killed his friends. But this....
He looked up.
Alistair knew exactly what he was going to do next.
"GODMODDEEEERRR!" Alistair screamed at the top of his lungs, raw energy sparking off of his form like lightning. "I'm going to kill you for that!"
The godmodder snorted in contempt. Really? That display was supposed to be intimidating? He held up his hand as the Player blitzed him. This alone would be sufficient to put the attack to a dead stop-
And then he felt a cream pie smack him in the face.
"What the fu-"
THEN he was blitzed by the raging Player leaking UNLIMITED POWAH.
With disdainful ease, he shoved the Player back and backhanded him into the sun. He took a moment to wipe the cream from his face and observed as the Player sunk below the sun's surface. There, done, now onto the next annoyanc-
And then a solar flare slammed into the Godmodder. That Solar Flare contained the Player.... but now equipped with the Player Killer's Gear, all imbued with the power of the sun! It had been a ploy!
Solar Powered Killer Armaments retrieved and created with 2 Actions!
"I will kill you Godmodder... if it's the last thing I do!"
And then the Godmodder roundhouse kicked the player into the distance.
"Stupid Player. Don't you know the Genre is humor!?"
But the Godmodder forgot something about the Administrative Plane. In addition to being arbitrarily large, it also had no escape except through portals. And the Godmodder had used his most powerful move, which meant that not only did the player reach the edge....
He also looped back around from the force and was able to slam into the Godmodder's backside! Specifically, he shoved the SUNSTROYER SWORD that was a part of the Solar Powered Killer Armaments right up where the Sun doesn't shine for the Godmodder! Naturally, Alistair pulled it out after it finished perforating the inside of his backside.
"How's that for humor!? I hope you don't need to sit down anytime soon!"
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