⇨ SPACE FIGHT

[ringleaders]

Who: Carnival members, athletes, and aliens.
When: Forward-dated to Day 44
Where: The carnival, Zargon, and Olympic Spaceship.
What: Whoops, it's an alien invasion.
Warnings: Cartoon violence, and an overabundance of Yakety Sax style shenanigans

THE ALIEN HORDES↴ On the morning of Day 44, things go a bit differently. The carnival opens it's doors and for an hour, things are going just fine...until the aliens attack, that is. ► ALIEN INVASION: The carnival, the athlete's village, and Olympic Spaceship will find themselves overrun by aliens: specifically, a race called the Greimen. The name's accurate: they look like stereotypical grey aliens, only 2-4 feet tall. They're invading the spaceship and the planet, trying to take control of Zargon and Olympic Spaceship for themselves. The main strength these aliens have is their numbers: there's literally thousands of them. Unfortunately for the aliens, they don't have many other strengths. They're easily punchable, kickable, ray guns permanently set to stun, and other amusing space weapons designed to minorly inconvenience people. ► FUCK THIS SHIT I'M OUT: The fighting lasts for a good half-hour or so before the Ringmaster decides no, this is dumb. Characters who aren't at the carnival will feel a compulsion to return to the carnival. Once everyone's there, the Ringmaster will magically eject the remaining aliens from carnival grounds and yank the carnival away from the Olympics themselves. ► OOC GUIDELINES: Despite the fact that this is a fight log, the carnage shouldn't be too excessive! No horribly mutilating the aliens, y'all. The aliens are only mildly better equipped than the Space Olympics themselves, so everything will be a bit comedic and light-hearted. Characters can get hurt, but the wounds should tend more towards 'amusing injuries' than 'someone losing a leg'. As the log's forward-dated, feel free to keep doing all your fun space olympics nonsense in the other logs!

Comments

[worldlyafflictions]

"Got it~"

Shima skids to a stop, only pausing long enough to reorient himself before launching through the far side of the crowd like a big fuzzy battering ram. The bowling pin sound effects are almost audible. He may hate this stupid caterpillar body but after two weeks of it he's at least managed to cope enough to take some glee now in causing some comedic carnage with it.

The Greimen screech incomprehensible Space Insults behind them as they pick themselves back up to come running after them, blasters going off again. Shima keeps his head down as they rumble loudly through the halls on those dumb scooters, but that means Yukio's left to deal with everyone chasing them.

[reflash]

Trust Yukio to take even something so dumb so seriously, but he's bracing himself as best as he can as Shima scatters Greimen like ninepins and firing his fae rifle into the crowd, fangs bared.

[worldlyafflictions]

Yukio's impeccable aim means that for every shot, he takes out a Greiman and possibly a few of the ones behind it as they keel over asleep. But what they lack in dodging ability they make up for in numbers, and even some group coordination.

As Shima rounds a corner, the hallway opens up to an open mall-like area, where all the merchandise kiosks have been set up so that all foot traffic must pass within a yard or so of a stall or two to get to the other side, and the Greiman have taken advantage of this, climbing up on top of them and waiting to throw themselves down on the two of them if they dare to pass by.

"Uwawa, they're sure persistent for no reason!"

[reflash]

"Can't you go any faster?" Yukio asks, firing off round after round into the crowd, and whacking them with his tail when they get too close.