RE: GB Disc 1: Untold Prophecy (Round 1 - Heatstroke)
07-29-2017, 04:15 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-29-2017, 04:18 AM by Hellfish.)
"Oh no," Peaches said. "Oh no, oh no, oh no."
The little goblin was standing on the edge of a massive edifice, overlooking a stretch of dry, dead earth. Above and below her towered smooth walls of cream-colored stone, polished to a satin sheen. What the structure was- or rather what it would one day be- was unknowable. Here there seemed to rise a wing, a face, an engine, carved from the titanic blocks of stone growing from the structure's base. All around the worksite crawled enormous rats, pushing horse-sized pieces of stone as though they weighed no more than paper.
Peaches pulled down on her ears and whined. "I hate this!" she said to no one in particular, "I want to go home!" Beside her her shadow capered madly, strengthened by the burning desert sun. She could almost see a smile creeping across its face, black on black, as it reached for a nearby pile of tools.
"Don't," Peaches whimpered, but it had already swallowed a collection of hammers. It set to work on a refreshment table. The rats nearest to Peaches turned and frowned.
"What is that?" one said, squinting. Her whiskers twitched. "Some kind of... little lizard person?"
"I'm not a lizard! Leave me alone! I'm not stealing!" Peaches squealed, but the area around her was conspicuously bare. She turned and ran as fast as her little goblin legs could carry her, down the slope and away from the monstrous sculpture.
The little goblin was standing on the edge of a massive edifice, overlooking a stretch of dry, dead earth. Above and below her towered smooth walls of cream-colored stone, polished to a satin sheen. What the structure was- or rather what it would one day be- was unknowable. Here there seemed to rise a wing, a face, an engine, carved from the titanic blocks of stone growing from the structure's base. All around the worksite crawled enormous rats, pushing horse-sized pieces of stone as though they weighed no more than paper.
Peaches pulled down on her ears and whined. "I hate this!" she said to no one in particular, "I want to go home!" Beside her her shadow capered madly, strengthened by the burning desert sun. She could almost see a smile creeping across its face, black on black, as it reached for a nearby pile of tools.
"Don't," Peaches whimpered, but it had already swallowed a collection of hammers. It set to work on a refreshment table. The rats nearest to Peaches turned and frowned.
"What is that?" one said, squinting. Her whiskers twitched. "Some kind of... little lizard person?"
"I'm not a lizard! Leave me alone! I'm not stealing!" Peaches squealed, but the area around her was conspicuously bare. She turned and ran as fast as her little goblin legs could carry her, down the slope and away from the monstrous sculpture.