[video] an adventure not destined to be told
[Here's a network signature that's been inactive for a while.
This forge had been dropped. It's got a big ole scratch down its viewscreen. This joins all the little ole scratches that have been distorting its viewscreen for ages. It's been unfortunate in its owner, for a sophisticated scratchable device.
It's currently sitting atiltatop a rock. It's pointing at a density of Mist. There may be some distinguishing feature off to the side somewhere, but too far off to be helpful. If you're especially clever, or spend waaaaaay to much time there, you can identify the ground as being somewhere beyond the Ruins. But seriously.
Like a lost pet waiting for its master, it sits there. Been probably sitting there for a while. But here comes the reason it chose this moment to switch itself on.
A silhouette in the Mist. An approaching shadow. Closer it comes. Ever closer. Close enough to suddenly show itself galumphing. Stomping quite heavily and unevenly and gracelessly, and making quite a bit of noise.
And there it emerges suddenly into visibility. Lo, it is Spike, grunting and puffing and trying to swat and brush and shake off the covering he's achieved, over his entire body and full length of coat, of really disgusting-looking slime.
He stubs his toe on an outcrop of rock and stumbles to a halt. He looks around, behind and beyond the forge. Whatever he sees makes his expression only twist the more.]
Bugger.
[he takes a whiff of the air. Following a crackling scent downward, he spies the forge.]
Oh you again.
[he swoops over and scoops it up and peers into the screen]
So. Where'm I, when'm I, whud I miss?
This forge had been dropped. It's got a big ole scratch down its viewscreen. This joins all the little ole scratches that have been distorting its viewscreen for ages. It's been unfortunate in its owner, for a sophisticated scratchable device.
It's currently sitting atiltatop a rock. It's pointing at a density of Mist. There may be some distinguishing feature off to the side somewhere, but too far off to be helpful. If you're especially clever, or spend waaaaaay to much time there, you can identify the ground as being somewhere beyond the Ruins. But seriously.
Like a lost pet waiting for its master, it sits there. Been probably sitting there for a while. But here comes the reason it chose this moment to switch itself on.
A silhouette in the Mist. An approaching shadow. Closer it comes. Ever closer. Close enough to suddenly show itself galumphing. Stomping quite heavily and unevenly and gracelessly, and making quite a bit of noise.
And there it emerges suddenly into visibility. Lo, it is Spike, grunting and puffing and trying to swat and brush and shake off the covering he's achieved, over his entire body and full length of coat, of really disgusting-looking slime.
He stubs his toe on an outcrop of rock and stumbles to a halt. He looks around, behind and beyond the forge. Whatever he sees makes his expression only twist the more.]
Bugger.
[he takes a whiff of the air. Following a crackling scent downward, he spies the forge.]
Oh you again.
[he swoops over and scoops it up and peers into the screen]
So. Where'm I, when'm I, whud I miss?