RE: GB Disc 1: Untold Prophecy (Round 1 - Heatstroke)
07-30-2017, 06:00 AM
Scrrkk-scrkt-scrkt.
The door was moving. The force was such that it was causing dust to fall from the ceiling. Chunks of sandstone rolled off the rubble, stopping at his toes and crumbling to dust. Ferdinand took an uneasy step back. What was happening? Cops do not usually destroy their own blockades, he thought.
Scrrkk-scrkt-KRNCH. Sunlight started to stream from the top of the rubble. A dragon (dragon?) squeezed through the opening it had no business to squeezing through (like an octopus). It fluidly made its way down to the bottom and gave him an incurious look. A – a hallucination! Ferdinand squeezed his stress ball even tighter.
“WHO ARE YOU.”
“N-none of your business!”
The dragon rolled her eyes and proceeded to amble to the bookshelves. She (she?) picked up a book, opened it, turned it this way and that – and to his horror, she tore the cover off. She gorged on the cover with gusto and proceeded to do the same ruination with ten other books. It was until she ambled to the book he carefully placed back, he shrieked out a “STOP.”
To his amazement, dragon stopped. “…YES?”
“You. You hadn’t paid for it.”
The dragon gave him a long, hard stare, peeled off something from her shoulder, and placed something on his hands. It was a handful of alien currency, cool and heavy. There was some sort of clear slime covering the individual coinage. Germs. He dropped it in disgust.
“OH COME ON, DON’T DO THAT.” The dragon whipped her tail around, catching the coinage before they made contact with the ground. “AREN’T YOU THE CASHIER.”
“No!” He wiped slime on his clothes. “I’m not from around here.”
“ARE YOU…LOST?”
“I,” he felt more shameful than he should be, even if there was absolutely nothing to be blamed for. “I was stuck.”
The dragon pondered for a moment before slithering to the rubble. She started to clear the rubble, a relatively easy effort due to her large stature. Ferdinand could feel the blazing warmth and the increasing brightness. Before long, the entrance was clear. He could see baffled tourists and the rest of the desert, a featureless span of desert and stars. Stars! The desert was in space. He wondered if he was still hallucinating.
The doors were also missing.
“SORRY, THE DOORS WERE DELICIOUS.” The dragon shrugged unapologetically. “ANYWAY, GOTTA SCRAM. YOU CAN COME WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO.” She proceeded to lope off to the nearest road to the nearest settlement. Ferdinand struggled to take in what was just happened. He wasn’t quite sure if the armored creature is real or not, but the fact she had direction made him consider what he should do next.
The door was moving. The force was such that it was causing dust to fall from the ceiling. Chunks of sandstone rolled off the rubble, stopping at his toes and crumbling to dust. Ferdinand took an uneasy step back. What was happening? Cops do not usually destroy their own blockades, he thought.
Scrrkk-scrkt-KRNCH. Sunlight started to stream from the top of the rubble. A dragon (dragon?) squeezed through the opening it had no business to squeezing through (like an octopus). It fluidly made its way down to the bottom and gave him an incurious look. A – a hallucination! Ferdinand squeezed his stress ball even tighter.
“WHO ARE YOU.”
“N-none of your business!”
The dragon rolled her eyes and proceeded to amble to the bookshelves. She (she?) picked up a book, opened it, turned it this way and that – and to his horror, she tore the cover off. She gorged on the cover with gusto and proceeded to do the same ruination with ten other books. It was until she ambled to the book he carefully placed back, he shrieked out a “STOP.”
To his amazement, dragon stopped. “…YES?”
“You. You hadn’t paid for it.”
The dragon gave him a long, hard stare, peeled off something from her shoulder, and placed something on his hands. It was a handful of alien currency, cool and heavy. There was some sort of clear slime covering the individual coinage. Germs. He dropped it in disgust.
“OH COME ON, DON’T DO THAT.” The dragon whipped her tail around, catching the coinage before they made contact with the ground. “AREN’T YOU THE CASHIER.”
“No!” He wiped slime on his clothes. “I’m not from around here.”
“ARE YOU…LOST?”
“I,” he felt more shameful than he should be, even if there was absolutely nothing to be blamed for. “I was stuck.”
The dragon pondered for a moment before slithering to the rubble. She started to clear the rubble, a relatively easy effort due to her large stature. Ferdinand could feel the blazing warmth and the increasing brightness. Before long, the entrance was clear. He could see baffled tourists and the rest of the desert, a featureless span of desert and stars. Stars! The desert was in space. He wondered if he was still hallucinating.
The doors were also missing.
“SORRY, THE DOORS WERE DELICIOUS.” The dragon shrugged unapologetically. “ANYWAY, GOTTA SCRAM. YOU CAN COME WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO.” She proceeded to lope off to the nearest road to the nearest settlement. Ferdinand struggled to take in what was just happened. He wasn’t quite sure if the armored creature is real or not, but the fact she had direction made him consider what he should do next.