Game 2Game 2 Outline| Game 2 |
Game 2 Outline |
/NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!\ is all you can think, but all that is voiced is the ear-piercing shriek of an eagle, made by an unusually large griffon. The house and its foundation beneath you twist, warp, then finally all but disintegrate. Silence permeates the area, interrupted only by the unfeeling machinery of the tank engines and the helicopters. After just three-eights of an eternity, all hell breaks loose! You are being fired upon!!
You realize that death is inevitable, but instead your reflexes take over and you tear away the feeble net as you would have with a cobweb while a human. The thunderclap made by your wings causes the rubble below to explode anew, sending showers of wood, steel, plaster and ceramic hurtling in all directions at military, law enforcement, fire prevention, media and citizens alike. A small amount of the horde is either injured or killed by the debris.
After becoming airbourne, you recover your bearings and find that every single incoming projectile is disintegrated within a foot in front of any surface of your new body! Letting out another shriek, you climb high into the sky, select, and dive upon a hapless tank, whose crew were already evacuating. You plummet obliviously into a helicopter that was trying desperately to pull back, and send it and it's ruined blades smashing into a thick clump of trees, where it dangles helplessly. Immediately upon landing on the tank, the metal whines and screeches as it is crumpled into the ground, and you can hear with pleasure the oblivion its expensive electronic systems are going through.
Finally, without warning, the tank bursts into a ball of flame, engulfing both you and a few idiotic heroes who thought they could step up and kill you at point blank range. You, of course, are not harmed. In fact, as you pull away from the twisted heap of suprisingly molten steel, you realize that you are still aflame, but it affects your senses not! It is actually pouring into you a sense of glory absolute! With that, you hover overhead the fleeing crowds and 'retreating' vehicles and troops and ponder what to do next. This is an excellent chance to make your escape, and perhaps the flames will die down, allowing you to hide. Or, maybe it would be better to fly into a destruction campaign, wiping out all evidence, and not to mention opposition to, your existence.
Written by Hypogryph