Post by Maybe Might Not Be Moneybags on May 15, 2008 18:51:30 GMT -5
The Brawl Chronicles are up!
The Brawl Chronicles are a series of Short Stories following my main character, Blue, and the other Brawlers as we get into all kinds of oddball adventures!
Introduction:
Sorry there's no indenting, whenever I copy+paste from my word doc, the indenation disappears, so bear with me.
The White void was scarred, craters and cracks ran for miles across a large strip of land. Two figures stood in the center, both radically different, and both fighting over their differences.
The first Fighter (Rather, the first Brawler,) stopped panting and stood up, he brought his hand out of conjured a small plume of dark red energy, as it reached about an inch high, the plume sent out a wave of the same type of energy, simply a lighter red. Everything the wave touched burst into flame, save for the brawler himself. His puffy brown afro and grey coat merely swayed.
He grinned as the plume grew to the size of his head, and his halo shone a light blue. He looked over and his opponent through the trail of blood trickling from a gash in his left eye.
“Hey Quickfag,” McJesus jeered, “I still have gas in the tank, how about you?”
Quickfeet, though not breathing as hard as McJesus, was still quite winded. Of the two wings on either side of his head, the left one beat weakly, feathers flying of with every flap, his orange shirt was stained with blood, and his right eye was black and blue.
Quickfeet didn’t answer McJesus, choosing instead to straighten himself, take a deep breath, spit out some blood, and disappear. McJesus wasn’t fooled, he knew it was just Quickfeet’s super speed, He’d appear soon.
Just then there was a flash of orange to McJesus’ right side, and gust of wind swept through the air, and the orange blur began to solidify. McJesus made a split-second decision. He dropped down and pressed the plume of red energy into the floor.
A mile-wide circle around McJesus exploded with catastrophic results. Debris from previous explosions flew up in the air, and all-new miniature mountains were created.
An untouched McJesus stood up and surveyed his handiwork.
“Good thing I’m immune to my own explosions,‘s also a good thing you aren’t.” He said. Then, a cloud of dust was swept away, and Quickfeet appeared.
“When you take away the flash, your explosions are just fire, you can blow out fire.” He said, taking a big breath and blowing out the few remaining fires as a demonstration. McJesus readied another energy ball, “Nice one, but are you ready for round 5?” Quickfeet settled into a fighting stance, and all was silent.
The two stared at each other. McJesus’ energy ball waxed and waned, Quickfeet’s working eye narrowed, and his clothes swayed in the sudden breeze.
Just then, McJesus grunted and fell to the ground. A blue-garbed figure had dropped from the sky and landing right on McJesus’ head. The figure jumped off McJesus’ head, (the recoil knocking McJesus to the ground,) and landed in front of Quickfeet.
Sheepshifter Blue sighed in relief.
“Thank god,” he said, “I wasn’t sure I’d hit him all the way from Arial Assault.” Quickfeet put a hand a Blue’s shoulder. “Look, I know you want to Brawl, but you can’t just go jumping into matches like-“
Blue violently shrugged Quickfeet’s hand off his shoulder, stepping back as he did so.
“Whoa, WHOA, hold up there, Quickie-boy, who said I was helping you?” Quickfeet was puzzled,
“Then why did yo-“
Blue’s fist smashed into Quickfeet’s jaw before he finished his sentence, Quickfeet staggered, and Blue took the advantage, Blue’s hand shot out, glowing with a light-blue aura. Out of seemingly nowhere, a glowing sheep knocked into Quickfeet’s exposed stomach.
Quickfeet staggered, and dropped. Blue smiled.
“WHO’S CHAMPION TIER NOW, BITCHES?” He yelled, and took off at a jog, leaving both unconscious Brawlers in the dust.
Such is the Brawl Planet, a behemoth space body, containing the White Void and Brawl City, populated by the Citizens and Brawlers, ruled by Mayor-for-life Balto Boy, terrorized by the mighty Ilidon,. Where things are rarely sensible, where anything can happen.
Won’t you stay a while? Join Blue in his adventures, join the Brawl Chronicles!
Chapter Notes:
-The reason Quickfeet treats Blue the way he does is that, for the purposes of the story, Blue is around thirteen, and Quickfeet and McJesus are around 19-20.
The Brawl Chronicles are a series of Short Stories following my main character, Blue, and the other Brawlers as we get into all kinds of oddball adventures!
Introduction:
Sorry there's no indenting, whenever I copy+paste from my word doc, the indenation disappears, so bear with me.
The White void was scarred, craters and cracks ran for miles across a large strip of land. Two figures stood in the center, both radically different, and both fighting over their differences.
The first Fighter (Rather, the first Brawler,) stopped panting and stood up, he brought his hand out of conjured a small plume of dark red energy, as it reached about an inch high, the plume sent out a wave of the same type of energy, simply a lighter red. Everything the wave touched burst into flame, save for the brawler himself. His puffy brown afro and grey coat merely swayed.
He grinned as the plume grew to the size of his head, and his halo shone a light blue. He looked over and his opponent through the trail of blood trickling from a gash in his left eye.
“Hey Quickfag,” McJesus jeered, “I still have gas in the tank, how about you?”
Quickfeet, though not breathing as hard as McJesus, was still quite winded. Of the two wings on either side of his head, the left one beat weakly, feathers flying of with every flap, his orange shirt was stained with blood, and his right eye was black and blue.
Quickfeet didn’t answer McJesus, choosing instead to straighten himself, take a deep breath, spit out some blood, and disappear. McJesus wasn’t fooled, he knew it was just Quickfeet’s super speed, He’d appear soon.
Just then there was a flash of orange to McJesus’ right side, and gust of wind swept through the air, and the orange blur began to solidify. McJesus made a split-second decision. He dropped down and pressed the plume of red energy into the floor.
A mile-wide circle around McJesus exploded with catastrophic results. Debris from previous explosions flew up in the air, and all-new miniature mountains were created.
An untouched McJesus stood up and surveyed his handiwork.
“Good thing I’m immune to my own explosions,‘s also a good thing you aren’t.” He said. Then, a cloud of dust was swept away, and Quickfeet appeared.
“When you take away the flash, your explosions are just fire, you can blow out fire.” He said, taking a big breath and blowing out the few remaining fires as a demonstration. McJesus readied another energy ball, “Nice one, but are you ready for round 5?” Quickfeet settled into a fighting stance, and all was silent.
The two stared at each other. McJesus’ energy ball waxed and waned, Quickfeet’s working eye narrowed, and his clothes swayed in the sudden breeze.
Just then, McJesus grunted and fell to the ground. A blue-garbed figure had dropped from the sky and landing right on McJesus’ head. The figure jumped off McJesus’ head, (the recoil knocking McJesus to the ground,) and landed in front of Quickfeet.
Sheepshifter Blue sighed in relief.
“Thank god,” he said, “I wasn’t sure I’d hit him all the way from Arial Assault.” Quickfeet put a hand a Blue’s shoulder. “Look, I know you want to Brawl, but you can’t just go jumping into matches like-“
Blue violently shrugged Quickfeet’s hand off his shoulder, stepping back as he did so.
“Whoa, WHOA, hold up there, Quickie-boy, who said I was helping you?” Quickfeet was puzzled,
“Then why did yo-“
Blue’s fist smashed into Quickfeet’s jaw before he finished his sentence, Quickfeet staggered, and Blue took the advantage, Blue’s hand shot out, glowing with a light-blue aura. Out of seemingly nowhere, a glowing sheep knocked into Quickfeet’s exposed stomach.
Quickfeet staggered, and dropped. Blue smiled.
“WHO’S CHAMPION TIER NOW, BITCHES?” He yelled, and took off at a jog, leaving both unconscious Brawlers in the dust.
Such is the Brawl Planet, a behemoth space body, containing the White Void and Brawl City, populated by the Citizens and Brawlers, ruled by Mayor-for-life Balto Boy, terrorized by the mighty Ilidon,. Where things are rarely sensible, where anything can happen.
Won’t you stay a while? Join Blue in his adventures, join the Brawl Chronicles!
Chapter Notes:
-The reason Quickfeet treats Blue the way he does is that, for the purposes of the story, Blue is around thirteen, and Quickfeet and McJesus are around 19-20.
