So that's why he's always tired...
Picture a tropical forest, stretching up to and over the horizon. The heat gives a shimmery sheen to the vista.
Look closer.
A rocky outcrop splits the canopy. The jagged edges, you realise, are blocks of stone.
You look closer,
and see steps, cracked carvings, eroded stone. This building is ancient, huge, a subtext across the pages of history.
You hear a chanting and look closer.
The ground around this building is warm against your feet. The smaller plants willing to grow here move, curling and uncurling in anticipation.
The chanting is louder, a score of voices inside the stone, deep tones felt in the earth. The chanting becomes a shout, a cacaphony of anger and metal on metal. The sound moves up the stone, explosions and grinding granite, violent noises pursure each other.
You follow the sound with your eyes, up to the top of the ziggurat.
A stone door opens. A figure steps out. He throws himself at the air as fire and screams burst from the open portal. He falls, colliding with step after step as gravity throws step after step at him in his descent. He collapses at the base of this huge temple.
His hand is raised. A button is pressed. The top of the zigggurat explodes. For a moment, you see a dark, winged shape form in the smoke and flames. It disperses.
You approach the fallen figure. Look closer and seehim wearing a chino jacket and purple shirt. He holds up a red crystal and laughs in a way almost unsettling. You take the crystal from his hands.
"Go." He says. "Find the remaining pieces. Complete the ancient device, the Hug-Cannon."
You shake your head.
You look up, hear voices coming from the wrecked architecture.
"Go! Now! I'll hold them off!"
The man pulls out a pistol and a hunting knife, stands unsteadily. Reluctantly you agree. You run through the undergrowth as gunfire erupts and a final shout follows you.
"And put the kettle on for when I get back!!"
Look closer.
A rocky outcrop splits the canopy. The jagged edges, you realise, are blocks of stone.
You look closer,
and see steps, cracked carvings, eroded stone. This building is ancient, huge, a subtext across the pages of history.
You hear a chanting and look closer.
The ground around this building is warm against your feet. The smaller plants willing to grow here move, curling and uncurling in anticipation.
The chanting is louder, a score of voices inside the stone, deep tones felt in the earth. The chanting becomes a shout, a cacaphony of anger and metal on metal. The sound moves up the stone, explosions and grinding granite, violent noises pursure each other.
You follow the sound with your eyes, up to the top of the ziggurat.
A stone door opens. A figure steps out. He throws himself at the air as fire and screams burst from the open portal. He falls, colliding with step after step as gravity throws step after step at him in his descent. He collapses at the base of this huge temple.
His hand is raised. A button is pressed. The top of the zigggurat explodes. For a moment, you see a dark, winged shape form in the smoke and flames. It disperses.
You approach the fallen figure. Look closer and seehim wearing a chino jacket and purple shirt. He holds up a red crystal and laughs in a way almost unsettling. You take the crystal from his hands.
"Go." He says. "Find the remaining pieces. Complete the ancient device, the Hug-Cannon."
You shake your head.
You look up, hear voices coming from the wrecked architecture.
"Go! Now! I'll hold them off!"
The man pulls out a pistol and a hunting knife, stands unsteadily. Reluctantly you agree. You run through the undergrowth as gunfire erupts and a final shout follows you.
"And put the kettle on for when I get back!!"