02-18-2016, 03:08 AM
Jupiter sighed, fishing around in his pockets for anything he may have forgotten. Day 2 was about to end, and he still wasn't dead yet. He'd thank God, but there wasn't one out there for him anymore. All he was interested in is watching his new toys suffer at the hands of others. Even Teucer had fallen under this umbrella for him, simply watching for his own gain. And this warlock? Well, he could go fuck himself, too. He was the one that forced the forgotten spirit to call upon so many people. Because of his damn rivalry, he forced innocents to die. It made his blood boil. Even then, he couldn't leave yet.
He was hanging on by a thread. Sanity and life. He didn't have much time left for either. A rustle in the leaves stirred his attention, and he whirled behind him. Three beasts. Teeth bared, lips curled, and looking hungry. Damn it. Always with the fights. "NO, stay away! Stay away from me I say!" he yelled, trying to scare the things off. The center one only advanced further. Last chance. "Alright, evil creatures, you won't take me without a fight. I won't be your meal!" With a tightly held fist, he dashed forward, thinking about going straight past them. However, one knocked him over, and held him down. Struggling his damn hardest, he writhed underneath it, trying to knock it off and get the hell out. About then, he heard a voice similar to the red-armored kid, and everything went black.
When he awoke, it was with death hanging over him. He felt like his head was exploding, and he couldn't move at all. All he managed to do was move himself to a less comfortable position. He winced, noticing his right eye was basically all static. Son of a bitch. He attempted to move again. No dice. Another time. Nothing, He was out of the game. Above him, clouds were forming. No time to get his limbs back online to move out of the way. If lightning didn't get him first, primes would. His vision slowly went blank, and he was out once more. To his future dismay, he wouldn't be waking up again. Lightning was to claim him.
He hated that damn kid.
He was hanging on by a thread. Sanity and life. He didn't have much time left for either. A rustle in the leaves stirred his attention, and he whirled behind him. Three beasts. Teeth bared, lips curled, and looking hungry. Damn it. Always with the fights. "NO, stay away! Stay away from me I say!" he yelled, trying to scare the things off. The center one only advanced further. Last chance. "Alright, evil creatures, you won't take me without a fight. I won't be your meal!" With a tightly held fist, he dashed forward, thinking about going straight past them. However, one knocked him over, and held him down. Struggling his damn hardest, he writhed underneath it, trying to knock it off and get the hell out. About then, he heard a voice similar to the red-armored kid, and everything went black.
When he awoke, it was with death hanging over him. He felt like his head was exploding, and he couldn't move at all. All he managed to do was move himself to a less comfortable position. He winced, noticing his right eye was basically all static. Son of a bitch. He attempted to move again. No dice. Another time. Nothing, He was out of the game. Above him, clouds were forming. No time to get his limbs back online to move out of the way. If lightning didn't get him first, primes would. His vision slowly went blank, and he was out once more. To his future dismay, he wouldn't be waking up again. Lightning was to claim him.
He hated that damn kid.