06-04-2015, 03:02 AM
Three Stormtroopers walked into a bar.
After a day of heckling their favorite victims in the Vastly Deep, the trio were ready for an ice cold beer. They waited for the foaming bubbles in their amber ale to quell before taking it to their lips.
Each brandished a nice looking mustache from the crescent of the flask and their eyes went up to the screen in the corner of the room.
"Hey, mind changing the channel? I wanna watch me some Black Widow on three-fifty-four." One said to the bartender.
"Haven't you heard?" A woman nearby butted in, disregarding the authoritative status of their masks. "The only thing on any of the channels is Dante's Abyss. It's the newest thing, people love it. I'm rooting for the one in the hat. He's stretchy." She winked and grabbed her freshly poured drink and departed back to her table.
"That's Karl's thing right?" One of the troopers spoke.
"Yessir," the bartender nodded, "Down to half of the competition now. You should tune in. Every time someone makes a kill, shots are on the house."
"Hah! Sweet! We chose the right time to take our vacation." Another of the trio spoke, "I'll be here all weekend!"
The once-leader looked up at the screen, "So, it's like a game right? Who is winning?"
"Well the red one is doing pretty well, but that little purple one has something up her sleeve, I'm sure of it!"
"What about him?" The Trooper pointed to the screen, that showed the back of a Prime's head as he made a killing blow.
The leader took another swig of of his ale as his disinterested eyes wandered to the screen. With a choke and a Ack! sound from his throat, streams of beer dribbled on the front of his mask but underneath, creasing the man's visage was an expression of utter shock.
Before he could muster the words, his underling mentioned, "Ayy boss, didn' ya say we got that guy and sent him to the 'Down?"
His jaw eventually snapped shut as he recovered from the animated spit-take.
"This only means.. That the bastard escaped."
...
Martha was washing dishes as her hands went to the remote. Costa Del Sol had been peaceful since those three Stormtroopers hadn't returned, and she owed if all to her caped hero. The Prime was now on the screen in her kitchen, and she was rooting for him while she stirred the foot in her sizzling frying pan.
"Gildarts, I want you to make it out alive, and I know you can do this."
Billy strolled in, whisking a tune as he flipped his baseball cap backwards, the visor covered his neck and a tuft of his hair shot from a hole on his forehead. "Martha is he on?! Is he on?!" The boy jumped up and down and saw instead a gruesome scene of murder, which Gildarts was no where to be found.
"Not yet." She muttered, wiping a dish clean and pouring the food onto their plates.
"Aw man..."
"It's alright, he'll make another appearance soon enough. Karl wouldn't leave out his star player, now would he?"
...
The Trolls of the Frozen Fields were watching updates on their cellphone, and jeering as they called out names of the fallen and of those 'worthy enough to be a troll' as well as those who were ruthless enough earned an honorary mention in the troll bar.
"Grandpa, Grandpa!" A young troll shouted from another troll's shoulders. "It's that man! His face is on the screen. They call it, Dante's Abyss."
...
A mysterious Pirate lifted a brow as he looked to the sky. A large broadcast had been made across the stars and the ripple of waves cascaded underneath the boat's bow.
It was the eve of morning and the pirate showed little expression as he squinted to see past the flickering image projected by lasers, and could only occasionally glimpse at the stars.
Dissatisfied, the Captain disappeared below deck.
...
In the hollowed wafting winds of the drifting sandy dunes, a pair of spurs clinked on the ground of a shallow cave.
"Who's winning?" A voice called from the darkness.
"None of your business." A shadowed figure called back, unamused and raised his revolver.
"C'mon this is the first interesting thing that has happened for ten years.."
"Tch. Fine." The man showed little mercy but relented. "No one, yet."
Action continued as the numbers depleted and the curious voice echoed with curiosity, "What's happening?"
"No funny business." The man warned.
"I wouldn't dream of it." The voice hinted at amusement of the pistoled man's fear.
"Well, alright..." A portable screen illuminated the cavern and showed a gold plated Prime in the midst of battle.
"Haha, hey!" A smile grew on his face, still covered in shadow, "That one looks like me, don't you think?"
"Hmph. Don't flatter yourself, this man is King of the Dunes!"
"You forget... So was I."
After a day of heckling their favorite victims in the Vastly Deep, the trio were ready for an ice cold beer. They waited for the foaming bubbles in their amber ale to quell before taking it to their lips.
Each brandished a nice looking mustache from the crescent of the flask and their eyes went up to the screen in the corner of the room.
"Hey, mind changing the channel? I wanna watch me some Black Widow on three-fifty-four." One said to the bartender.
"Haven't you heard?" A woman nearby butted in, disregarding the authoritative status of their masks. "The only thing on any of the channels is Dante's Abyss. It's the newest thing, people love it. I'm rooting for the one in the hat. He's stretchy." She winked and grabbed her freshly poured drink and departed back to her table.
"That's Karl's thing right?" One of the troopers spoke.
"Yessir," the bartender nodded, "Down to half of the competition now. You should tune in. Every time someone makes a kill, shots are on the house."
"Hah! Sweet! We chose the right time to take our vacation." Another of the trio spoke, "I'll be here all weekend!"
The once-leader looked up at the screen, "So, it's like a game right? Who is winning?"
"Well the red one is doing pretty well, but that little purple one has something up her sleeve, I'm sure of it!"
"What about him?" The Trooper pointed to the screen, that showed the back of a Prime's head as he made a killing blow.
The leader took another swig of of his ale as his disinterested eyes wandered to the screen. With a choke and a Ack! sound from his throat, streams of beer dribbled on the front of his mask but underneath, creasing the man's visage was an expression of utter shock.
Before he could muster the words, his underling mentioned, "Ayy boss, didn' ya say we got that guy and sent him to the 'Down?"
His jaw eventually snapped shut as he recovered from the animated spit-take.
"This only means.. That the bastard escaped."
...
Martha was washing dishes as her hands went to the remote. Costa Del Sol had been peaceful since those three Stormtroopers hadn't returned, and she owed if all to her caped hero. The Prime was now on the screen in her kitchen, and she was rooting for him while she stirred the foot in her sizzling frying pan.
"Gildarts, I want you to make it out alive, and I know you can do this."
Billy strolled in, whisking a tune as he flipped his baseball cap backwards, the visor covered his neck and a tuft of his hair shot from a hole on his forehead. "Martha is he on?! Is he on?!" The boy jumped up and down and saw instead a gruesome scene of murder, which Gildarts was no where to be found.
"Not yet." She muttered, wiping a dish clean and pouring the food onto their plates.
"Aw man..."
"It's alright, he'll make another appearance soon enough. Karl wouldn't leave out his star player, now would he?"
...
The Trolls of the Frozen Fields were watching updates on their cellphone, and jeering as they called out names of the fallen and of those 'worthy enough to be a troll' as well as those who were ruthless enough earned an honorary mention in the troll bar.
"Grandpa, Grandpa!" A young troll shouted from another troll's shoulders. "It's that man! His face is on the screen. They call it, Dante's Abyss."
...
A mysterious Pirate lifted a brow as he looked to the sky. A large broadcast had been made across the stars and the ripple of waves cascaded underneath the boat's bow.
It was the eve of morning and the pirate showed little expression as he squinted to see past the flickering image projected by lasers, and could only occasionally glimpse at the stars.
Dissatisfied, the Captain disappeared below deck.
...
In the hollowed wafting winds of the drifting sandy dunes, a pair of spurs clinked on the ground of a shallow cave.
"Who's winning?" A voice called from the darkness.
"None of your business." A shadowed figure called back, unamused and raised his revolver.
"C'mon this is the first interesting thing that has happened for ten years.."
"Tch. Fine." The man showed little mercy but relented. "No one, yet."
Action continued as the numbers depleted and the curious voice echoed with curiosity, "What's happening?"
"No funny business." The man warned.
"I wouldn't dream of it." The voice hinted at amusement of the pistoled man's fear.
"Well, alright..." A portable screen illuminated the cavern and showed a gold plated Prime in the midst of battle.
"Haha, hey!" A smile grew on his face, still covered in shadow, "That one looks like me, don't you think?"
"Hmph. Don't flatter yourself, this man is King of the Dunes!"
"You forget... So was I."
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"I have never met a strong person with an easy past." -Atticus