Post by Talon on Jul 10, 2008 21:25:47 GMT -5
Night was falling quickly, and it'd been a little over three hours since Spite had been informed of the possible Phazon outbreak. It'd taken him exactly 2 hours, 46 minutes, and 32 seconds to build the PED chip for Xeno.
A 9-foot tall humanoid machine stood on the edge of the cliffs, the fading rays of sunlight reflecting off of its glossy black exterior. A visor-like eye composed part of the bot's upper-face, and a single brighter pacth of light confirmed this to be the machine's pupil. It tapped clawed hands on its forearms, of which two more claws were mounted, on either side of a rise in the forearm. Two triangular wings were mounted on its back, and a pair of three-barreled firearms were mounted on the back of its shoulders. A triangular foot tapped on the ground impatiently.
"Where the hell is that half-breed?! If she doesn't get here soon, we could have a potential outbreak on our hands.... and extermination will have to be a neccesity." The machine muttered in a familiar voice.
It turned its eye towards the sunsest, which was placed on the opposite end of the desert, giving the wasteland a golden radianc to it not visible by day. The bot 'hmphed' as several speakers suddenly emerged from the area surrounding the base of its neck. A soft, droning sound began emanating from the speakers, until it became apparent it was a guitar being played.
"Your favorite song, I believe, brother..." It stated in a husky tone.
((bold for slow-paced, italic for fast))
"Where do I take
this pain of mine?
I run, but it stays-
right by my side...
"So tear me open, and pour me out!
There's things inside that scream and shout!
And the pain still hates me!
So hold me, until it sleeps..."
"Just like the curse, just like the stray...
You feed it once, and now it stays-
Now it stays!"
"So tear me open- but beware!
There's things inside without a care!
And the dirt still stains me,
So wash me, until I'm clean!
It grips you, so hold me!
It stains you, so hold me!
It hates you, so hold me!
It holds you, so hold me!
Until it sleeps..."
"So tell me why you've chosen me...?
Don't want your grip, don't want your greed-
Don't want it!"
"I'll tear me open, make you gone!
No more, can you hurt anyone!
And the fear still shakes me,
So hold me, until it sleeps!
It grips you, so hold me!
It stains you, so hold me!
It hates you, so hold me!
It holds you, holds you, holds you!
Until it sleeps...
until it sleeps...
until it sleeps...
until it sleeps...
I Don't want it, want it, want it, want it, want it,
Nooo~oooo~oooo!!!
So tear me open, but beware!
There's things inside without a care!
And the dirt still stains me!
So wash me, 'til I'm clean!
I'll tear me open, make you gone!
No longer will you hurt anyone!
And the hate still shapes me-
So hold me-
Until it sleeps...
until it sleeps...
until it sleeps...
until it sleeps...
until it sleeps..."
The song ended, and the bot's chin dropped to his chest as the last few lyrics could be hear echoing across the vast wasteland before him.
"May yor artificial soul rest in peace..." He muttered.
A 9-foot tall humanoid machine stood on the edge of the cliffs, the fading rays of sunlight reflecting off of its glossy black exterior. A visor-like eye composed part of the bot's upper-face, and a single brighter pacth of light confirmed this to be the machine's pupil. It tapped clawed hands on its forearms, of which two more claws were mounted, on either side of a rise in the forearm. Two triangular wings were mounted on its back, and a pair of three-barreled firearms were mounted on the back of its shoulders. A triangular foot tapped on the ground impatiently.
"Where the hell is that half-breed?! If she doesn't get here soon, we could have a potential outbreak on our hands.... and extermination will have to be a neccesity." The machine muttered in a familiar voice.
It turned its eye towards the sunsest, which was placed on the opposite end of the desert, giving the wasteland a golden radianc to it not visible by day. The bot 'hmphed' as several speakers suddenly emerged from the area surrounding the base of its neck. A soft, droning sound began emanating from the speakers, until it became apparent it was a guitar being played.
"Your favorite song, I believe, brother..." It stated in a husky tone.
((bold for slow-paced, italic for fast))
"Where do I take
this pain of mine?
I run, but it stays-
right by my side...
"So tear me open, and pour me out!
There's things inside that scream and shout!
And the pain still hates me!
So hold me, until it sleeps..."
"Just like the curse, just like the stray...
You feed it once, and now it stays-
Now it stays!"
"So tear me open- but beware!
There's things inside without a care!
And the dirt still stains me,
So wash me, until I'm clean!
It grips you, so hold me!
It stains you, so hold me!
It hates you, so hold me!
It holds you, so hold me!
Until it sleeps..."
"So tell me why you've chosen me...?
Don't want your grip, don't want your greed-
Don't want it!"
"I'll tear me open, make you gone!
No more, can you hurt anyone!
And the fear still shakes me,
So hold me, until it sleeps!
It grips you, so hold me!
It stains you, so hold me!
It hates you, so hold me!
It holds you, holds you, holds you!
Until it sleeps...
until it sleeps...
until it sleeps...
until it sleeps...
I Don't want it, want it, want it, want it, want it,
Nooo~oooo~oooo!!!
So tear me open, but beware!
There's things inside without a care!
And the dirt still stains me!
So wash me, 'til I'm clean!
I'll tear me open, make you gone!
No longer will you hurt anyone!
And the hate still shapes me-
So hold me-
Until it sleeps...
until it sleeps...
until it sleeps...
until it sleeps...
until it sleeps..."
The song ended, and the bot's chin dropped to his chest as the last few lyrics could be hear echoing across the vast wasteland before him.
"May yor artificial soul rest in peace..." He muttered.
