Post by kain on May 26, 2020 17:22:22 GMT -5
Kain proceeded to fade-in several meters in front of the two men.
"Welcome to Fragile Tennis, boys."
Although he sounded as if he was presenting them good news, his face read 'Harbinger of Death' all over it. He was, truly, not happy to see them. In fact, his orders weren't necessarily clear and came to him in the middle of date night with his wife, Lyndia.
One of the few times of his life he could feel 'normal' was interrupted. And these two were going to be his punching bags to relieve stress.
"The rules are simple: All of your actions involve a game of Tennis. But beneath your feet happen to be glass. If you lose a point the glass, the glass beneath you weakens, for it's your mental health. If you lose the game, you fall in and you know what happens at that point."
He continued, "Your attacks are based on your racket, and the ball you hit is your attack's launching proceedure. Your abilities, if you even have any, translates here but can only affect your racket, the ball, my performance, and the glass beneath me. If your ability strays away beyond what's possible in a game of tennis, you're just out of luck and must play like a normal person would."
"And with that."
Around them emerged a tennis court, and in their hands are tennis rackets, all made of some type of glass material. Lastly, in Kain's free hand faded-in two glass balls. And without hesitation, he launched the ball with a sudden immense level of fury towards the two!
mordecai,
A) Did your ball aim for your front?
B) Did your ball aim for the edge-corner behind you?
C) Did your ball go straight at your face?!
bato,
A) Did your ball aim for your front
?
B) Did your ball aim for the edge-corner behind you
?
C) Did your ball go straight at your left toe?!
"Welcome to Fragile Tennis, boys."
Although he sounded as if he was presenting them good news, his face read 'Harbinger of Death' all over it. He was, truly, not happy to see them. In fact, his orders weren't necessarily clear and came to him in the middle of date night with his wife, Lyndia.
One of the few times of his life he could feel 'normal' was interrupted. And these two were going to be his punching bags to relieve stress.
"The rules are simple: All of your actions involve a game of Tennis. But beneath your feet happen to be glass. If you lose a point the glass, the glass beneath you weakens, for it's your mental health. If you lose the game, you fall in and you know what happens at that point."
He continued, "Your attacks are based on your racket, and the ball you hit is your attack's launching proceedure. Your abilities, if you even have any, translates here but can only affect your racket, the ball, my performance, and the glass beneath me. If your ability strays away beyond what's possible in a game of tennis, you're just out of luck and must play like a normal person would."
"And with that."
Around them emerged a tennis court, and in their hands are tennis rackets, all made of some type of glass material. Lastly, in Kain's free hand faded-in two glass balls. And without hesitation, he launched the ball with a sudden immense level of fury towards the two!
mordecai,
A) Did your ball aim for your front?
B) Did your ball aim for the edge-corner behind you?
C) Did your ball go straight at your face?!
bato,
A) Did your ball aim for your front
?
B) Did your ball aim for the edge-corner behind you
?
C) Did your ball go straight at your left toe?!
