Title: Anon's excellent adventures in Tartarus pt7 Author: Unamazing_Writefag Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/cYaMDy1g First Edit: Wednesday 2nd of May 2012 01:19:34 AM CDT Last Edit: Wednesday 2nd of May 2012 01:19:34 AM CDT In which Anon becomes credit to team.   >You are Anonymous, marooned in Tartarus and fighting for survival. >And right now, things aren't as going as smoothly as they were a few minutes ago. >"Shit! Take covah!" A dog screams as they all leap clear, save William, who's caught like a deer in headlights. >You've fought through too many unholy floating eyeballs with him to see him just get vaporised, >so you take it upon yourself to make sure that doesn't happen. You too, dipshit! >Seriously, did he take a few good ones to the head pre-mortem? >You manage to shove him aside, even as the massive spear of crimson lightning lances into the hall, blasting in a sizeable amount of the wall as well as hitting you dead on. >A chuck of said wall catches you bodily, pushing you back. >You slam into the back wall, vision swimming as the back of your head follows suit. >Half buried under rubble, you lie there for a minute or two, mumbling gibberish as the eye simply floats there, searching for any sign of life. >It finds none, but there is a period of stillness before a storm. >However, you find you could currently care less about the eye. >Brain? >Kinda busy getting my shit together here, Anon. >Why us? >Because we're in Tartarus, bro. I keep telling you this. >But... >Dude. Tartarus. Eternal punishment. Home of the damned. Essentially Hell. C'mon, /I'm/ the one who should be having trouble here, we took one to the back of the head. >... >Shut up, brain. >Slowly shaking your head, you clear out the murkiness in your vision. >All is still. >Glancing out from under the rubble, you notice William, lying limp under his own slab, seemingly unconcious. >you do your best to keep your voice to a low whisper. Will? >For a moment, there is no response, and you fear he may actually be out, or worse. >And then one eye snaps open, meeting yours in a wary glare. >as lowly as he can, he sushes you. "Play dead, idiot!" >Nodding, you take his advice and remain still... >Until your eardrums are nearly split by an unearthly roar, as Half of your chunk of rubble is blown to pieces by another flash of red. >he knows.png >You return you gaze to the Dog. Can't. He knows I'm not dead. >"Dammit!" he growls, eyes filling with panic and desperately searching for an answer. >Anon? Got a sec? >Kinda busy, brain. >I got us an idea, but you might not-- >Hit me. >The eye narrowly misses with an optic bolt. >By that time, you make eye contact with will once again. Whatever happens, stay there. >repositioning yourself, you grit your teeth you begin to push with your legs, steadying yourself against the wall. >the piece of wall stands tall... and falls over. You got real /shitty/ aim, you know that? >"Oh shit human, what the fuck are you doing?" Stand the fuck back, I got this. >Dusting yourself off, you rise, standing defiant in the face of the eye. >Its response is, of course, another Thunderbolt to the face. >Rubbing the whiteness out of your vision, you give a magnificent shit-eating grin. Is that your best? Come on, step it up! >You don't know if the eye can understand your words but you know it understand the tone. >How do you know? >Well, you can stell from the dilations and having seen some eyes in your time. >GWOAAAERR >Also, yeah, it's kind of roaring in a pissed off manner. Aww, you ma- >you are cut off by another flash of red thunder. >and another >and another >and another. >When the smoke finally clears, you smirk, idly brushing off your now slightly charred shirt. Yeah, you mad. >With a fairly disgusting squelching sound, the eye splits into a massive maw, easily capable of swallowing a SUV whole. >It lets out another roar so loud you can feel it. Oh look, a mouth. >you begin, gesturing to your crotch Perfect, all the easier for you to suck my- >you cut that sentence off as you dodge the eye's charge >Hopping back, you make sure to keep its attention, nicking a small gash in its side with Starfury. That's it, big guy! >You raise your arms once more in the iconic pose. Come at me, bro! >The eye does so, and you bolt with the speed of Kenyans. >gottagofast.gif >Even as your feet tear up the dust under you, you glance back at the eye, which has all but forgotten about the fortress. >The idea here was basically the same as your last one: Use your natural magical resistance to distract the eyes from the dogs. >Turning and backpedaling for a moment, you take the time to cement the eye's focus on you. ARE YOU EVEN TRYING?! >You show the eye your friend, Mr. Birdy. >The maw closes. >An orb of red lightning forms at the pupil. >And You flip a thumbs up to the direction of the fortress. >Meanwhile, gazing out from behind a still standing wall, William looks on in awe and gives a small salute. >"Godspeed, you crazy bastard..."