A brief tale

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scar3crow
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A brief tale

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Despite all of the recent, and timeless feeling, events he has endured this particular sloshing could still churn his stomach. It also churned the stomach of the ogre below him, and the sloshing was produced by his boot lodged in its chest cavity, caught in what seemed to be a tangled network of ribs and strange bladders of all manner of things. Stomach churning or not, this was no time to be stationary. The clatter of heavy hoof-fall on unrefined steel was drawing louder, indicating that company was getting closer, more numerous, or both. His leg burnt with the urgency of locomotion to no avail. Faltering, stumbling, he was face first in soot, grime, and the remnants of his exchange with the ogre.

The world seemed paler on the floor, as if this world could have fewer colors in it. Save for the distant glow of lava, only the glaring red runes etched into the supports seemed to appear before him with any degree of fidelity. Heaving as the fall had knocked the wind from his lungs, with each intake of oxygen and sulfur his vision briefly clarified, revealing the ogre's chainsaw just a few feet away. Reaching out, the floor was rough but lacking in a simple finger hold. His cheeks and chin scraped along the ground as he attempted to horizontally shimmy.

Vision restored, but the room seemed darker. Something was blocking the light from the connecting hallway, something breathing. Observing their prey in such a delicate position the adrenaline of pursuit subsided into whatever equivalent of dopamine these creatures have. They could savor his taste simply by seeing his prone and struggling state. They stepped forward slowly.

Gasping and grasping, he struggled forward, his foot still caught, but causing substantial activity within the ogre's chest cavity. Foul fluids filled his mouth as he realized the floor was on a slight grade, his tongue shrank in its own private horror at tasting that which even an ogre's body considers to be spoiled and unfit for absorption. His fingers danced upon the edge of the chainsaw handle, only the slippery blood on his finger tips preventing a proper grip. The ogre's body shifted as a fiend came to rest on the shoulder and skull, slowly crushing the cranium with a distinct cracking sound like a tree losing a major limb. The fiend growled quietly, as another came up alongside it and he fumbled with the rip cord.

The demon upon the corpse let forth a growl which was blurred by the chainsaw motor roaring to life, matching in timbre and outnumbering in teeth. He twisted his torso around and upward, biting the saw into the side of the fiend's neck. Its fresh blood was almost a palate cleanser after the floor and the ogre. Delighted in his sudden empowerment, he barely noticed the other fiend leaping - and interrupted midair by a three clawed hand, grabbing it like a toy. With a bellowing call that filled the room as snow would a crevasse, the fiend's body animated, shook, and grew dark as the voltage flowed through it. Cooked thoroughly before it could even know it was dying, he looked up from the floor to behold the upside down sight of a dimensional shambler who had entered silently and across any strange realms at that moment, and was soon to be rewarded for its travels.
...and all around me was the chaos of battle and the reek of running blood.... and for the first time in my life I knew true happiness.
ceriux
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Re: A brief tale

Post by ceriux »

id read quake if it were a book.
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