2/8 descriptive writing assignment

Click. Tink.

Jim turned off the TV. "That Montag guy is dead for sure," he thought. "I gotta go see this firsthand." As he walked out the door, he turned around and shouted up the stairs to his wife, wanting to tell her he was going out. After the third try with no answer, he assumed she was simply listening to her seashells. He shrugged, and left without another word.

As he walked down the street, he could hear the fighter planes howling above. He began to wonder: What would happen if a plane was shot down, and the wreckage started to hurtle after him? He shivered. He rarely ventured outside, so he never thought of it before. But now...

He quickly hid behind a building. Brappapapapapapapapapapapp! The bullets soared thousands of feet overhead, but no explosion. He quickly darted to the next building while it was silent, while the planes were nowhere near.

Braapapapapapapappapapapappp! Tsew! Tsew! Two planes chased each other, one flying unusually low, the other diving down on the first. The bullets from the second plane missed, and shot fountains of water from the puddle he was standing in only half a second ago.

When he looked again, the puddle had been replaced with a scorchmark. Had he not ran as fast as he did, the scorchmark would have been acompanied by a puddle of blood. And some spleen.

The sound died down. He quickly ran across the street, and peered out. He heard the whirl of helicopters overhead, and the CLANK! CLANK! CLANK! of the hound's cold, steel paws against the concrete.

Something was wrong, though. It was running the wrong way. It was running towards him.

He began to run as fast as his legs would allow, pumping his arms like an oil rig. He turned the corner, and saw his escape: A fire escape right above a trashcan. He leapt, and banged his knee on the can. The can rolled away. There goes his plan of escape.

He continued to run, and lo and behold! He came face to face with a brick wall, just like in the movies. No way to jump over, and he could already hear the hound closing on him.

He turned around, and saw the glow of it's eyes. He was like a fly in a spider's web.In a last-ditch effort, he tried something. He put his jacket over his head, waved his hand, and said "I'm not the man you are looking for." Apparently, the hound never watched Star Wars before. The hound leapt, and his scream pierced the night.

Then all went silent.




END OF LINE, as the MCP would say. Now that my assignment is done, I will re-emphasize something for the third entry in a row:
My spriting dilemma has been solved! Michael Murrillo has risen to my call for help, and it was halfway on his own will! But, let us not stop there! Although two people is to some extent a sufficient team for this job, all the help we can get is appreciated! It does not necessarily have to be in spriting, either! Other jobs of interest that I would like to point out are:

Dungeon design (Required that you send me an example of a dungeon before being approved for this position. It does not have to be a functioning app, a few concept drawings of the surroundings and the puzzles will suffice)
Voice actors (It's either we have none of these at all, or quite a few, so for this to come to fruition, we shall need all the help we can get! Alas, though, I do not have sufficient equipment for this, so you will either have to procure your own or convince Mr. V to let him loan you his. And yes, and if this is to come to fruition, there are a pair of ladies that complete the trio of main characters, so all y'all girls down there don't be afraid to come ask!)
Item design/stat balancing (Those of you that love weapons and explosions, come on down!)
Monster design/stat balancing (Like drawing things with fangs and razor sharp claws? This is a good job for you!)
Spell design/stat balancing (More explosions than an entire season of Mythbusters!)

And... more to be posted as I think of them. If you are interested in these or other positions, come talk to me in class or email me at setokaiba800 at gmail dot com.