Crazy Weavile
Um... your nose OK?
Part 1: Discovery
Prolouge:
The sound of gears turning filled the worn concrete hall. In the shadows, an old woman in a pink blazer and sweatpants lay in wait. When a guard entered, she took her cane and used it to smash his helmeted head against a wall. The guard slumped to the floor, his head laying against his gunmetal armor. Upstairs, a small boy of five years old sat, waiting for the gargantuan clock those gears operated to strike midnight. And it did. The hands reached that high point, and a light became visible in a thin crack at the base.. The boy dusted off his blue jeans before taking the sledgehammer strapped to his neon green vest and smashing the clock face. He reached forward, and the light reached forward to embrace him, instantaneously blessing him with all the wonders of the world, from the pure white glaciers of the north to the lively festivals of the people in this city. He paused for a second before blowing it out. He took a strange, alien-looking device out of his breast pocket and spoke into it.
“Mira, I'm done here. Get me out of this dump before it goes,” he said. On the horizon, a rickety contraption looking entirely incapable of flight zoomed toward the clock. As it reached the clock, it dropped in altitude and extended legs from its egg-shaped body. A young woman, presumably Mira, was sitting at the helm. She helped the child up into the craft before lifting off once more.
“I do love to watch this. It never gets old,” she stated before setting the craft on a course to the south and going around to the back window. The window took up the entire wall, and was in stark contrast to the rest of the rusty cabin, full of dryrotting furniture and exposed metal. Through the window, one could see the land behind the craft violently shudder before it began to ripple. These “ripples” were roughly fifty feet high, and devastated the lands surrounding the clock, obliterating everything for miles around, and then causing major damage to an even larger area around that.
“So, mission accomplished, then?” asked the boy.
“Indeed,” Mira replied.
Constructive criticism is strongly encouraged.
Prolouge:
The sound of gears turning filled the worn concrete hall. In the shadows, an old woman in a pink blazer and sweatpants lay in wait. When a guard entered, she took her cane and used it to smash his helmeted head against a wall. The guard slumped to the floor, his head laying against his gunmetal armor. Upstairs, a small boy of five years old sat, waiting for the gargantuan clock those gears operated to strike midnight. And it did. The hands reached that high point, and a light became visible in a thin crack at the base.. The boy dusted off his blue jeans before taking the sledgehammer strapped to his neon green vest and smashing the clock face. He reached forward, and the light reached forward to embrace him, instantaneously blessing him with all the wonders of the world, from the pure white glaciers of the north to the lively festivals of the people in this city. He paused for a second before blowing it out. He took a strange, alien-looking device out of his breast pocket and spoke into it.
“Mira, I'm done here. Get me out of this dump before it goes,” he said. On the horizon, a rickety contraption looking entirely incapable of flight zoomed toward the clock. As it reached the clock, it dropped in altitude and extended legs from its egg-shaped body. A young woman, presumably Mira, was sitting at the helm. She helped the child up into the craft before lifting off once more.
“I do love to watch this. It never gets old,” she stated before setting the craft on a course to the south and going around to the back window. The window took up the entire wall, and was in stark contrast to the rest of the rusty cabin, full of dryrotting furniture and exposed metal. Through the window, one could see the land behind the craft violently shudder before it began to ripple. These “ripples” were roughly fifty feet high, and devastated the lands surrounding the clock, obliterating everything for miles around, and then causing major damage to an even larger area around that.
“So, mission accomplished, then?” asked the boy.
“Indeed,” Mira replied.
Constructive criticism is strongly encouraged.