~A Drowning Plant~
"................!"
Stalemated The Smiling Man found himself resisting the beastly mechanical force produced by a shell of what was once a human being. Who or what was capable of this feat was none other that the rage hatred fueled groundskeeper William Rosewood. The only thing separating The Smiling Man from being pummeled to oblivion was the remainder of what The Smiling Man once considered a weapon, a now bent thick metallic rod encrusted with diamonds that could no doubt be an equipment stolen from a museum of sorts. His two hands gripped tight trying to hold back force equivalent to a slow-moving bulldozer. The lightning from earlier was brighter than ever and the booming sounds produced from the sky was almost as if the sky itself was in a rage. The mechanical mans fist nay inches away from The Smiling Man's comedic and insulting face. His voice irritable and ear piercing.
"I asked you to apologize. How nicely I asked! But you say nothing in return. You mock me with your immature nature. Just your presence alone is ill to my garden. You are a fruit that has rotted and best plucked before it becomes infectious!"
The Smiling Man in turn provided no comment instead. What appeared to be a reddish pink mass of energy appeared behind him. It looked as if someone had sliced the air and the remnants formed a thin hole. The pinkish light became a darkish purple as The Smiling Man leaned backwards into it, having him vanish from the scene. In turn the momentum Groundskeeper William was producing had to take him somewhere and instead of the ground it was right into the portal.
A scene was beginning a glorious scene of cut throats and theft. Yes, It was the age of Pirates! The lightning and rain no more. The groundskeeper would find himself on an island surrounded by sea, deserted. The crisp breeze flowing through the single palm bore a salty tang. Though un-feeling for him as was the smell of the ocean for he lost these senses long ago. Unknown to William his british attire had been swapped with a seafarers garments. The Groundskeeper looked up at the sights then around him then paused only to scream.
"You cannot fool me! What type of illusion is this! Such petty tricks will not work with a master of hallucinagins! What did you use! Red Fog! Esper Paste! It doesn't matter you will suffer like any other fool regardless of your position."
Then suddenly a flag appeared. Bearing the insignia of the Smiling Man. His trademark face donning its sails. As for The Smiling Man himself he was atop the mast a mere speck for the size of the ship was like that of three whales conjoined. Then behind him a more fearful site a whole militia each bearing his colors. The Smiling Man was closing in. Then, Cannons, cannons by the dozen sprung forth from the ships hulls. The Smiling Man Raised his arm commanding fire. So they began firing at the tiny island until it was no more. Groundskeeper William in turn vanished along with it's destruction. The echoing sounds of the firing cannons and the smoke from the gunpowder seemed to be all that was left in the Islands obliteration. The crew members of the ship bearing masks and bodies almost identical to The Smiling Man withdrew the cannons.
The Smiling Man confident having called cease fire believed the situation was long over. He had one and as for the Groundskeeper who had him at deaths door was no more. Though then the sea began to quake. Some of the smaller ships sent to investigate were turned over the crew members not dying but simply cartoonishly vanishing as if being erased. A Mangrove, towering higher than any Kraken heard in myths erupted from the sea bottom. The Groundskeeper was far from gone. Immediately its trunk like tendrils came crashing down on the support ships as they members tried to fight back in vain. If anything one could say The Smiling Man's body movements provided a sense of surprise. As the mangrove monstrosity dispatched his battalion it then sent a giant smack down upon The Smiling Man's leading ship on which he was still aboard.
"I KNOW NOW THIS IS NO MERE ILLUSION! THOUGH IT DOES NOT CHANGE THE FACT I WILL SEE YOUR END!"
Though William was well in the lead a surprise would occur. Several of the smiling crew members had climbed their way to their masts. They then began swarming the giant Mangrove like flies and began tearing stabbing and even setting parts of it on fire. William still in possession of the Mangrove became overwhelmed with pain. The Mangrove swayed until it inevitably fell into the ocean like a limp rag its bark like limbs noodles that flowed to waves. William abandoned his plant body. Time had long passed in this quarrel (*three posts) he knew he had lost. The Smiling Man was literally riding a small wave up to his floating tired body simply by standing on the wave itself, like an act of Jesus.
The battle was lost or so it seemed. In this time however, something distinct stood out. The palm tree from the island was not destroyed in the onslaught. Instead it was still afloat in the water. It's hue purple, like of the purple he had fallen into before this whole scenario began. In one final desperate attempt before the wave that would surely drown him reached him and against all his morals for plant life he split the tree in half with one mighty slam of his arm.
"!!!!!!!!"
The Smiling Man appeared to flinch as a pinkish light engulfed the area. A cracking noise which was a distinct sound in the silence produced by the lights hold would be heard. What happened next... well that my friends is a mystery. (This is where a counter scenario would be placed or where participants would return to reality.)
((To sum things up. The Smiling Man can manipulate things in the scenario with the exception of things others have taken advantage of, E.x:Throwing a beer glass. He cannot restrict powers but can make an unruly climate. He likes to have fun in his scenarios and will often give the opposition something to work with. E.x: The Mangrove to make things fair for the bad guy to like in cartoons. Even though they always seem to have the greater disadvantage. Another example is The Smiling Man and his competitor is on a battle field The Smiling Man is given an army though double the size of the oppositions the opposition will still have an army to aid the. After three posts there will always be a blatant awkward object that's out of the ordinary from everything else that requires being destroyed to advance. If not destroyed the scenario will proceed as long as The Smiling Man is enjoying the scenario.))
