spikedpsycho
TMF Regular
- Joined
- Oct 30, 2012
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Crunching for time, a young explorer Struggles to escape his bonds. The dasterdly tribes women, having deciding he'd make a perfect sacrifice......., the Full Sized version blade ENOUGH to cleave a cow in half...No tools, no knife, no picks, no means to escape, looking around looked just a mere three feet from him and saw.......salvation......THE LEVER......, at the very corner of his View......If he could activate it.........
Looking around NO slack, no tools, no means.........Nothing but the clothes on his back and.........the shoes on his feet?! Struggling for slack he grinds his boot ankle against the altar..he's against....All the while the blade vears closer.......in his haste of getting up to lock, the Blade took a small SWIPE of his shirt, SCCCCCRRRT *slice* HE DUCKS down, against the surface as far back as he can. Sweat beading down his head..........he digs hard until despite tight laces, he manages to slip his boot off, holding it half off......He aims and with what little slack he has KICKS the shoe over to the lever........his hopes, his life on the line!
To his frustration, it veers to the right missing the lever completely.
"SHIT"
As the blade heads nearer and nearer..and the poor heart sinks. With one last attempt, he swings his ankle, Digging his shoe off but no luck.....the laces are too tight...........Panicking, more sweat than a steam room..........Desperation..........til OFF came the other shoe. Make or break, tongue out, one eye closed, Aiming like a sniper....He kicks his ankle as far as it will go.....the Boot hurls into the air and flys to it's target. A perfect shot. .but nears ever close....."EH EHHHHH"
puttering, mere inch from him, the blade slows.........near so close to touch the tip.
The explorer lets out an Immense, deep breath, and in one instant sinks head into his confined table.............his nerves dry, but his socks /clothes remain damp and floppy a cool sweat, terror sweat
Looking around NO slack, no tools, no means.........Nothing but the clothes on his back and.........the shoes on his feet?! Struggling for slack he grinds his boot ankle against the altar..he's against....All the while the blade vears closer.......in his haste of getting up to lock, the Blade took a small SWIPE of his shirt, SCCCCCRRRT *slice* HE DUCKS down, against the surface as far back as he can. Sweat beading down his head..........he digs hard until despite tight laces, he manages to slip his boot off, holding it half off......He aims and with what little slack he has KICKS the shoe over to the lever........his hopes, his life on the line!
To his frustration, it veers to the right missing the lever completely.
"SHIT"
As the blade heads nearer and nearer..and the poor heart sinks. With one last attempt, he swings his ankle, Digging his shoe off but no luck.....the laces are too tight...........Panicking, more sweat than a steam room..........Desperation..........til OFF came the other shoe. Make or break, tongue out, one eye closed, Aiming like a sniper....He kicks his ankle as far as it will go.....the Boot hurls into the air and flys to it's target. A perfect shot. .but nears ever close....."EH EHHHHH"
puttering, mere inch from him, the blade slows.........near so close to touch the tip.
The explorer lets out an Immense, deep breath, and in one instant sinks head into his confined table.............his nerves dry, but his socks /clothes remain damp and floppy a cool sweat, terror sweat
