Captain’s log: Year since departure 3065, Day 5
The patient has recovered. The corrupted cells are regenerated, the broken DNA is fixed. Our journey is coming to an end, and it seems we will all make it. Just a few decades to go.
Captain’s log: Year since departure 3065, Day 310
A nebula has appeared close to our destination. We have no record of it from before, although it has to have been there all along. Investigation is initiated.
Captain’s log: Year since departure 3070, Day 15
The Nebula is changing form, faster than anything it’s size should be able to. Some of the crew are worried…
The lever! It’s stuck!
It’s coming this way! Run!
The two men ran off, leaving the Spin Devil (TM) running at full speed.
Melvin was hanging on to the restraints as the machine went faster. Something was wrong. It shouldn’t be going this fast.
He forced his eyes to look around, his mind to focus. He saw fire. Parts of the roller coaster had fallen down. Screaming people was running around on the ground.
The giant park mascot Baggie came walking out of the fire. It was coming this way.
-Welcome, stranger… The giant snake said, hissing a long, threatening sound. -How can I help you?
-You can’t, Sir Rodrik shouted. -You’ll be dead before night falls.
The snake looked at him with curious eyes. The little night was armed with a sword, but didn’t seem like much.
-Others have tried before you, little knight, she hissed with venomous friendliness -I’ll be happy to accompany you in your little quest for fortune.
Sir Rodrik forced his horse forward, as it nervously struggled…
Aaaaaaahh! Groom fled in panic.
Dergam the shaman held his hand totems up in front, shouting words in the lost language of the elders.
Tilka, the strongest of all the warriors lifted his spear, threw it at the strange object floating in the air in front of them. It was no use.
The shaman by his side disappeared. So did the sphere.
Dergham looked around. Strange shapes were moving around him. Appearing and disappearing. One split in three, i six, in infinite smaller shapes…
He got into a hotel. ran up the stairs. He fought his way past screaming guests and staff, climbed the fence to get further.
The dust got thicker. People more scarce. A piccolo coughing in a corner. A cleaner crying, praying.
He covered his mouth with his shirt, his lungs could hardly breath. Some shadows running by, screaming, coughing. Falling bricks and blocks crushing their way towards the ground.
Somewhere above daylight pierced through the concrete fog surrounding him.
Above him floated a monster, a ghostlike female of destruction. She stared into nothing, beyond it all, as if she was longing, searching for something that wasn’t there.