Post by Corr on Dec 1, 2017 14:45:50 GMT -8
Standard GBA Rules. Profile Powers and Weapons.
The skies boiled with turbulent strife as the forests beneath it twisted in the tortured fury of war. Flames licked hungrily at the towering trees, snaking up the hardened bark to feast upon the Ewok villages nestled far above the corpse littered floor. The white shells of stormtrooper bodies, discarded as the life fled from the corporeal vessel, lay strewn alongside the green and brown bodies of their rebel opponents. Machines of war lay crumpled and broken, while others stomped onwards to add to the chaos, their sharp barks of blaster fire adding a background beat to the howls of pain and death. Every now and then a flaming meteor flew through the sky to crash into the forest, debris from the destroyed battle station that had sat in orbit.
High above the battlefield below sprawled a rope bridge swaying in the tumultuous wind of heat and death. Linked between two platforms attached to the trunks of two of the tallest tress, it had somehow escaped the ravages of war. Flames roared insanely below and it was only a matter of time before this part of the village also succumbed to the indomitable march of destruction.
Another savage growl ripped through the sky as our two combatants faced each other on the forlorn bridge, a huge piece of flaming metal trailing its molten tail sizzled down to crash into the Forest Moon, snapping ancient trees like they were twigs. A ferocious blast of scalding airs washes out from the impact, kicking up a grim spear of ash that washed over the two figures...
The skies boiled with turbulent strife as the forests beneath it twisted in the tortured fury of war. Flames licked hungrily at the towering trees, snaking up the hardened bark to feast upon the Ewok villages nestled far above the corpse littered floor. The white shells of stormtrooper bodies, discarded as the life fled from the corporeal vessel, lay strewn alongside the green and brown bodies of their rebel opponents. Machines of war lay crumpled and broken, while others stomped onwards to add to the chaos, their sharp barks of blaster fire adding a background beat to the howls of pain and death. Every now and then a flaming meteor flew through the sky to crash into the forest, debris from the destroyed battle station that had sat in orbit.
High above the battlefield below sprawled a rope bridge swaying in the tumultuous wind of heat and death. Linked between two platforms attached to the trunks of two of the tallest tress, it had somehow escaped the ravages of war. Flames roared insanely below and it was only a matter of time before this part of the village also succumbed to the indomitable march of destruction.
Another savage growl ripped through the sky as our two combatants faced each other on the forlorn bridge, a huge piece of flaming metal trailing its molten tail sizzled down to crash into the Forest Moon, snapping ancient trees like they were twigs. A ferocious blast of scalding airs washes out from the impact, kicking up a grim spear of ash that washed over the two figures...
Corr Vhett - puts the "Laughter" in "Manslaughter".....