05-24-2007, 12:08 PM
The swordsman staggered about as he journeyed. His eyes still throbbed with that burning pain and his vision still failed to return to its standard. His teal skin around the wound had begun to peal from its place, carelessly falling to the ground as he walked onward for what seemed like an eternity of nothingness. He passed by things, but he did not view them; he couldn?t.
Rain fell hard upon the entire island, drenching everything and everyone.
The wind blew gently against his back as his legs began to tire out. He dragged his feet for the next few miles?through mud, large puddles and soaked leaves that didn?t have the strength to cling onto trees.
Finally, he arrived.
His vision had improved, but barely. He could no longer feel the wind gently whip against his back, but he could hear its motion rocking a metal object to his right. He looked up. It was a flagpole. The flag whipped and twisted as the wind had its naughty way with it. Gokua tried to decipher the words stamped in the left corner of the flag, but his vision had not improved that much yet.
His entire body had been doused in the heavy rain that fell ceaselessly throughout his small journey. He let out a small sneeze as he looked around. It was an incredible sight. He saw buildings that were so large that they scraped the sky. And convenient stores on the corner of almost every block?as far as he could tell.
He walked over to one of the smaller buildings only a few feet to his left. It had a porch roof; he used it to shield his soaked body from even more heavy rain.
His belly growled viciously; he was hungry. He pulled his backpack from . . . his back (Surprisingly, it was completely dry) and unzipped the smallest compartment?in the front?and shoved a hand inside without having a care to look. His hand scavenged around like a frightened mouse under a blanket until it finally struck something. He grasped and pulled; he yanked out an old ball of wheat?bread?wrapped in some type of alien plastic. It was in an orb shape, but as far as Gokua?s blind eyes, it was still editable. He undid the plastic on the ball and tossed it behind him carelessly. He ate. The bread felt thick in his mouth, absorbing his saliva, but still he ate.
Rain fell hard upon the entire island, drenching everything and everyone.
The wind blew gently against his back as his legs began to tire out. He dragged his feet for the next few miles?through mud, large puddles and soaked leaves that didn?t have the strength to cling onto trees.
Finally, he arrived.
His vision had improved, but barely. He could no longer feel the wind gently whip against his back, but he could hear its motion rocking a metal object to his right. He looked up. It was a flagpole. The flag whipped and twisted as the wind had its naughty way with it. Gokua tried to decipher the words stamped in the left corner of the flag, but his vision had not improved that much yet.
His entire body had been doused in the heavy rain that fell ceaselessly throughout his small journey. He let out a small sneeze as he looked around. It was an incredible sight. He saw buildings that were so large that they scraped the sky. And convenient stores on the corner of almost every block?as far as he could tell.
He walked over to one of the smaller buildings only a few feet to his left. It had a porch roof; he used it to shield his soaked body from even more heavy rain.
His belly growled viciously; he was hungry. He pulled his backpack from . . . his back (Surprisingly, it was completely dry) and unzipped the smallest compartment?in the front?and shoved a hand inside without having a care to look. His hand scavenged around like a frightened mouse under a blanket until it finally struck something. He grasped and pulled; he yanked out an old ball of wheat?bread?wrapped in some type of alien plastic. It was in an orb shape, but as far as Gokua?s blind eyes, it was still editable. He undid the plastic on the ball and tossed it behind him carelessly. He ate. The bread felt thick in his mouth, absorbing his saliva, but still he ate.
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Placed 3rd in Dante's Abyss 08