06-01-2008, 03:15 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-01-2008, 03:26 AM by Hellfighter 17.)
Things were, suddenly, quite odd for the MAN. One second he was struggling to get out of a trap, a heinous one at that, set by the devilish clowns, and now he was safely on the floor of the very ship he crashed. Looking around, he thought he saw something, but it was merely a mistake on the narrator’s part, for there was nothing there. Literally, there was nothing there. The absence of light, energy, matter, magic underwear—all of it was missing. Standing up, Seventeen started to walk towards it. However, on the way there, he happened to notice a slip of paper lying on the ground. Opening it, he started to read it aloud: ‘I’m coming for you.’ Naturally, Seventeen took this to be coordinates for something. Sticking the paper into his pocket, he walked into the black abyss.
No beep. No chirp. No rustling. No squeeks. No sound. No, no, no.
There was, however, a light. It was powerfully radiant, beaming out in its magnificence across the sky. On a cloud above, there was a large patch of red on it, in the shape of an ellipse. On a cloud nearby, there was the same thing, but part of it was missing near the edge of the cloud. Tracing the beam down to its origin, one passed tree limbs, birds, a pterodactyl or two, and a puff of grey smoke that was nearly all dissipated. And, at the roof of it all, was a set of balls. Two, in fact, that were nearly identical in shape and size. On both of them there was a series of concentric circles that formed a kind of bands on each ball. The first band was chestnut in colour, very vibrant and deep, as though one could see the other side of the ball. The inner band, which formed a filled-out circle was red, and the origin of the beam. The balls themselves were eyes, and they belonged to an android named Seventeen.
Seventeen needed no sounds. They were useless, even though he was fitted to be able to make them out extraordinarily well. Most of his body was built with sensors that could detect waves, particularly those in air, but in any fluid medium—this meant he could know what someone was saying underwater, even if they were a fair distance away. All he needed was his sight and his power. With his power, his body began to radiate a very distinct colour—burgundy. Burgundy was the colour that Seventeen associated with power, since he was made to believe himself to be the Alpha and the Omega. Whether this was true or not, he did not know, but it was in his instinct to believe it. He was in no way aware of this knowledge, but the thought crossed his mind at times, such as when the burgundy aura surrounding his body caused the metal that had been lying on top of him to shatter. The molecules and alloys that composed it broke apart from one another and disintegrated into their constituent atoms, for the time being. He was now free to get up and walk away from the wreckage of the site.
Standing up, one could see that the damage to his head, with the skin missing from it, was not all that had happened. There was also an impalement in his abdomen, along with a lot of skin missing from his left shin. Other than that, though, the damage to his body did not even reach superficial. Looking down, with the red glare having died down to a minor radiance, he thrust his hand onto the large piece of metal that was sticking out of his torso. It reached nearly two feet out in the front, and a couple of inches in the back. He gripped tightly onto it and wiggled it about in his hands for a little while. Soon enough he started stroking it, feeling the grooves along it, memorizing where each one was as he did so. Then he gripped the end of it and with much strength once again, but then let go. He looked up, and a display appeared before his eyes.
On the display was a coordinate pair which lay beside a map. The map listed where the coordinates lay and where Seventeen himself was. A line, which was straight for the most part, connected the two, and advised the android to follow it. Looking in the direction, he began running. Immediately he encountered a large forest, to which he reacted by doing nothing. He continued running, and the burgundy aura around him seemed to cause the trees before him to splinter and break apart into virtually nothing. With several minutes, the android reach his destination. To stop he merely placed one foot in front of the other sideways and pressed hard onto the ground. Within a couple of feet he stopped, but he stood beneath ground level, with the ground having melted due to the heat that was caused by his feet braking on the ground. He jumped up onto the ground, and there was a rather large building. It was not tall, but its perimetre probably reached into the tens of kilometres. He walked towards and into it, his hand having knocked the door off.
Seventeen soon found himself at a desk, where a man was. They were a pair of glasses that appeared to be tinted, such that the eyes were hidden from view. ‘I take it you wish to sign up for this year’s Dante’s Abyss Tournament?’ the desk clerk asked. Seventeen merely stared at him. The man was not sure how, but he felt as though his eyes were being concentrated on with all the energy of the Universe. Unable to find the words to reply, he merely stared at the naked man. ‘Wait a second, you’re naked?’ The android did not even look down, for it was irrelevant whether he was naked or not. He was told to go here, so he did so. ‘Well, we are going to need a demonstration of your powers,’ he said, staring at the thick metal that composed Seventeen’s head.
With squinting eyes, which covered up all but the red pupils, the android once again placed a hand on the metal sticking out of his torso. He wiggled it around for a bit, allowing the clerk to hear it scraping and crushing support metals and organs in his body. Eventually, he pulled it forward by a couple of inches and then, rather than continue, he pushed it backwards, slowly. It started emerging on the other side with blood, oil, and optical fibres on it. The clerk stared in incredulity and eventually had to cover his ears. Not due to the scraping of metal on metal, but the sound of organs and muscle tissue being crushed and broken was too much for his organic ears to stand.
Once there was only an inch of the metal left sticking out, Seventeen pulled his hand off except for one finger at the end, and he then continued to push, with his hand starting to thrust into his own body. Within another minute, the beam fell to the ground on the other side, and Seventeen pulled his arm out of his abdomen.
Conveniently for the android, there was a place in the building for him to fix his wounds, after he had given sufficient information to be eligible to join the tournament. Once he finished repairing himself, with new skin on his face and shin, he was shown a room where he would be able to choose whatever clothing he wished, to cover his naked body. Once he was left alone in the room with the computer that could display any clothing fathomable, his eyes stopped glowing red. With a dazed look, he began pressing buttons at the terminal, and after two hours of messing around, he emerged from the dressing room wearing the following clothing:
A hat that reached twenty inches above his head and that was adorned with an array of fruit—all fake, of course; a grass skirt that only reached down two inches; a pair of underwear that went from his groin all the way down to his ankles; flip-flops that were adorned with glitter; a pink shirt that said ‘Real Men Wear Pink’; and the most badass pair of sunglasses to be imagined.
*
No beep. No chirp. No rustling. No squeeks. No sound. No, no, no.
There was, however, a light. It was powerfully radiant, beaming out in its magnificence across the sky. On a cloud above, there was a large patch of red on it, in the shape of an ellipse. On a cloud nearby, there was the same thing, but part of it was missing near the edge of the cloud. Tracing the beam down to its origin, one passed tree limbs, birds, a pterodactyl or two, and a puff of grey smoke that was nearly all dissipated. And, at the roof of it all, was a set of balls. Two, in fact, that were nearly identical in shape and size. On both of them there was a series of concentric circles that formed a kind of bands on each ball. The first band was chestnut in colour, very vibrant and deep, as though one could see the other side of the ball. The inner band, which formed a filled-out circle was red, and the origin of the beam. The balls themselves were eyes, and they belonged to an android named Seventeen.
Seventeen needed no sounds. They were useless, even though he was fitted to be able to make them out extraordinarily well. Most of his body was built with sensors that could detect waves, particularly those in air, but in any fluid medium—this meant he could know what someone was saying underwater, even if they were a fair distance away. All he needed was his sight and his power. With his power, his body began to radiate a very distinct colour—burgundy. Burgundy was the colour that Seventeen associated with power, since he was made to believe himself to be the Alpha and the Omega. Whether this was true or not, he did not know, but it was in his instinct to believe it. He was in no way aware of this knowledge, but the thought crossed his mind at times, such as when the burgundy aura surrounding his body caused the metal that had been lying on top of him to shatter. The molecules and alloys that composed it broke apart from one another and disintegrated into their constituent atoms, for the time being. He was now free to get up and walk away from the wreckage of the site.
Standing up, one could see that the damage to his head, with the skin missing from it, was not all that had happened. There was also an impalement in his abdomen, along with a lot of skin missing from his left shin. Other than that, though, the damage to his body did not even reach superficial. Looking down, with the red glare having died down to a minor radiance, he thrust his hand onto the large piece of metal that was sticking out of his torso. It reached nearly two feet out in the front, and a couple of inches in the back. He gripped tightly onto it and wiggled it about in his hands for a little while. Soon enough he started stroking it, feeling the grooves along it, memorizing where each one was as he did so. Then he gripped the end of it and with much strength once again, but then let go. He looked up, and a display appeared before his eyes.
On the display was a coordinate pair which lay beside a map. The map listed where the coordinates lay and where Seventeen himself was. A line, which was straight for the most part, connected the two, and advised the android to follow it. Looking in the direction, he began running. Immediately he encountered a large forest, to which he reacted by doing nothing. He continued running, and the burgundy aura around him seemed to cause the trees before him to splinter and break apart into virtually nothing. With several minutes, the android reach his destination. To stop he merely placed one foot in front of the other sideways and pressed hard onto the ground. Within a couple of feet he stopped, but he stood beneath ground level, with the ground having melted due to the heat that was caused by his feet braking on the ground. He jumped up onto the ground, and there was a rather large building. It was not tall, but its perimetre probably reached into the tens of kilometres. He walked towards and into it, his hand having knocked the door off.
Seventeen soon found himself at a desk, where a man was. They were a pair of glasses that appeared to be tinted, such that the eyes were hidden from view. ‘I take it you wish to sign up for this year’s Dante’s Abyss Tournament?’ the desk clerk asked. Seventeen merely stared at him. The man was not sure how, but he felt as though his eyes were being concentrated on with all the energy of the Universe. Unable to find the words to reply, he merely stared at the naked man. ‘Wait a second, you’re naked?’ The android did not even look down, for it was irrelevant whether he was naked or not. He was told to go here, so he did so. ‘Well, we are going to need a demonstration of your powers,’ he said, staring at the thick metal that composed Seventeen’s head.
With squinting eyes, which covered up all but the red pupils, the android once again placed a hand on the metal sticking out of his torso. He wiggled it around for a bit, allowing the clerk to hear it scraping and crushing support metals and organs in his body. Eventually, he pulled it forward by a couple of inches and then, rather than continue, he pushed it backwards, slowly. It started emerging on the other side with blood, oil, and optical fibres on it. The clerk stared in incredulity and eventually had to cover his ears. Not due to the scraping of metal on metal, but the sound of organs and muscle tissue being crushed and broken was too much for his organic ears to stand.
Once there was only an inch of the metal left sticking out, Seventeen pulled his hand off except for one finger at the end, and he then continued to push, with his hand starting to thrust into his own body. Within another minute, the beam fell to the ground on the other side, and Seventeen pulled his arm out of his abdomen.
*
Conveniently for the android, there was a place in the building for him to fix his wounds, after he had given sufficient information to be eligible to join the tournament. Once he finished repairing himself, with new skin on his face and shin, he was shown a room where he would be able to choose whatever clothing he wished, to cover his naked body. Once he was left alone in the room with the computer that could display any clothing fathomable, his eyes stopped glowing red. With a dazed look, he began pressing buttons at the terminal, and after two hours of messing around, he emerged from the dressing room wearing the following clothing:
A hat that reached twenty inches above his head and that was adorned with an array of fruit—all fake, of course; a grass skirt that only reached down two inches; a pair of underwear that went from his groin all the way down to his ankles; flip-flops that were adorned with glitter; a pink shirt that said ‘Real Men Wear Pink’; and the most badass pair of sunglasses to be imagined.
"We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl."
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