Sway
by scar3crow
Sway.

Sway.

Fields of gold and skies of deep purple, interrupted only by a single dead tree, that you swear if it still lived, it would choke the first thing it could get its limbs around, charred bark, standing as a testament to some ancient battle on this field, which might have just fertilized the growth surrounding. You wouldnt expect to see what was almost "life" in this world... though you suspect there is more chaff then wheat to this pasture, and even if thats not the case, it is rather unsettling to see such vibrant colour under such a stoic's sky... with a horizon like Veseveus in the eventuality of its assault.

Beyond this point, the gold stops, and the moss begins... a quagmire in the distance... you can see the rain falling in its dynamic fogging of the world. Quite likely within that swamp lies a fort, though you never could understand how they could be so ancient, yet have sunken so little into the moist Earth... You build fortresses on rock, not shifting sands and sliding mud. That was one thing that got to you in this realm... Quake made no sense. His actions made no sense, but then reality seemed to shift to accomodate the ridiculous choices he made sometimes... Assuming he of course.

Between the wheat and the wet though, stands a monolith of meat, metal, teeth and grenades. This ogre is obviously a dumb one... never really turning his head, checking the environment at all... but you cant count on him to move ahead and leave you unchecked to move on towards the swamp, he is progressing too slowly for your patience, and you share a common direction at the moment. But commonality of orientation can be reconciled by many means, and at the moment your choice means is a loaded Perforator.

Sliding up to a crouch from your prone position, still barely visible above the wheat, short of the dark barrels of the weapon contrasting with the distilled beauty of the local confused growth, you adjust your shoulders and ready your aim.

Squeeze.

Sound is odd like that.... even though only 30 yards away a fully automatic weapon was being fired at him, he didnt seem to hear it until the wavelength had echoed back... which gave just enough time for those crude nine inch nails to travel the distance, and began to reciprocate with the ogres thick skull, their affinity for physics and collision detection. The discussion of velocity didnt last for long, nor did the grey matter located beneath the topic at hand.

A monolith removed, and a mastodon in your eyesights, you sling your weapon back behind you, and move past the generously bleeding corpse on towards that obscured locale you strangely seek.