(no subject)

[clockarmageddon.livejournal.com]

The clock is really whizzing forward today. After the large sacrifice last night, it's got a lot of ground to make up if it's going to reach the 10 by the time the quake is happening.

The note asking for sacrifices is still up, as is the note asking for signups for the ground assault.

And beside the clock, Urza himself still sits. Planeswalkers do not actually require sleep, or food, or any of those mortal trappings, so he hasn't moved, and has no plans to until the final possible moment.

[ooc: multi"pup" post! You can interact with the clock, talk to Urza, or just sign up on the note. All in one convienient, easy-to-use entrance post.]

Comments

[urzaplaneswalkr.livejournal.com]

Urza looks back at the metallic monstrosity with an impassive look. He does not have the feel of a Phyrexian, for all that he appears as one.

"Is there aught I can answer for you?" he asks.

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

"This thing is your doing?" Terrorsaur guesses.

[urzaplaneswalkr.livejournal.com]

"Not mine directly. It is my intent to be its undoing, however."

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

He glances back at the sign. "Oh, yeah.

"Think I'll sign up for it. Nothing could get past me." It's easy ignoring quakes when you can fly, but the end result of this clock doesn't seem pleasant.

He looks warily at the sign up sheet. For someone who said he'd sign up, he's not...really doing it.

[urzaplaneswalkr.livejournal.com]

"I would welcome your assistance, then," Urza responds smoothly. Such a creature could intimidate at least some of the more free-willed Phyrexians, which could give some advantage.

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

"Good," Terrorsaur replies, pleased. "So, you know what I look like, I'll just--" he makes a motion behind him, meaning that he'll leave.

[urzaplaneswalkr.livejournal.com]

An eyebrow slowly lifts. "That is your choice, of course. However, signing your name will ensure that you won't miss the call to arms when it comes."

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

"It can't be done electronically, can it?"

He gives the paper a sour glare.

[urzaplaneswalkr.livejournal.com]

Urza frowns.

"If it can be done without damaging the rest of the page, I do not see why not, though I would not know how such a thing could be done."

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

Neither can Terrorsaur. He sighs.

"My world evolved far beyond these stupid sticks," he defensively explains as he writes his name - in ugly, childish printing.

He glowers at Urza and the rest of the bar before stomping off.