Alien Warthog-Personal Narrative
A very large alien warthog-looking thing tries to stop me at the stadium entrance. I think it was trying to ask for my ticket or something. I barely even feel the back of my hand connecting with its flabby cheek. The pig-man is completely caught off-guard by my strength and is sent head first into the composite metal wall beside him.
I pause a moment to study my hand. About fifty percent of my body is now covered in thin ribbons of whatever material the cube was made of. What I can only describe as glowing circuitry decorates the thin strands of golden material.
I clench my fist. I can feel power surging through my body. Not quite as much as when I was wearing the Everbright champion suit – but close. I’ll have to remember to thank Center …show more content…
I land hard and have the wind knocked out of me. Loud laughter fills the air and mixes with the roar of the crowd. A familiar blob of flesh sits at the controls of a large utility robot. Its vice grip hands open and close in a menacing fashion. The floor bounces a tiny bit as it begins walking toward me with its industrial sized legs.
“I knew you couldn’t stay away. It was nice of you to giftwrap yourself for me. I’m going to enjoy popping you like a grape, Prisoner 776!”
Pop me like a grape? His insults I can take; incorrect fruit metaphors though? That has to stop.
The crowd roars and try as I might, I can’t help taking a quick peek at the girl fight happening beside me. Jennifer is picking herself up off the floor – I think I see blood. Nope. Must look away.
The Games Master roars as well and launches one of the industrial sized vice grips at me. Apparently he can fire them off like grappling hooks.
I manage to catch it – man, I really am strong! Thanks again, Center!
A moment later, however, I’m yanked off my feet as Warden Jefferson reels the vice grip back in. Apparently it has a cable attached to the end. That makes
I pause a moment to study my hand. About fifty percent of my body is now covered in thin ribbons of whatever material the cube was made of. What I can only describe as glowing circuitry decorates the thin strands of golden material.
I clench my fist. I can feel power surging through my body. Not quite as much as when I was wearing the Everbright champion suit – but close. I’ll have to remember to thank Center …show more content…
I land hard and have the wind knocked out of me. Loud laughter fills the air and mixes with the roar of the crowd. A familiar blob of flesh sits at the controls of a large utility robot. Its vice grip hands open and close in a menacing fashion. The floor bounces a tiny bit as it begins walking toward me with its industrial sized legs.
“I knew you couldn’t stay away. It was nice of you to giftwrap yourself for me. I’m going to enjoy popping you like a grape, Prisoner 776!”
Pop me like a grape? His insults I can take; incorrect fruit metaphors though? That has to stop.
The crowd roars and try as I might, I can’t help taking a quick peek at the girl fight happening beside me. Jennifer is picking herself up off the floor – I think I see blood. Nope. Must look away.
The Games Master roars as well and launches one of the industrial sized vice grips at me. Apparently he can fire them off like grappling hooks.
I manage to catch it – man, I really am strong! Thanks again, Center!
A moment later, however, I’m yanked off my feet as Warden Jefferson reels the vice grip back in. Apparently it has a cable attached to the end. That makes