Games, Illustrations and Short Stories
“Kill them! Kill them all!”
They fled into the dark forest. The battle for their village was lost. The horrors of Drronk’s past had come to the place he thought he had been safe for the first time in his life.
“Noooo! Not that way!” Her scream drowned in his fear.
Raaaaaawrrrrr!!! Hideous fangs cut towards him, claws flashed in the darkness. He lifted his sword.
Decades had gone by since anyone had been there. Now humanity was back on the moon, and this time for good.
Ronson and Beakon started the work immediately. They were going to build a self sufficient ecosystem. Everything they needed for the sphere was in the craft. They were ready, a new world was about to be created.
“Look!” Ronson said. Something came flying through space. A kangaroo shaped monster from the direction of Jupiter.
“Oh my… It’s headed for earth!”
The creature landed on the little ball which was the home they had left. Big claws sunk into land and sea. It lifted is hand…
The journey had been hard and long, and the bridge finally stood before him. Long, winding. Unsafe. The wond howled around the rocks, and the shadows were already grown long.
He had come too late.
ON the top of the rocks on the other side a dark figure observed him attently. He didn’t care anymore. He had come too far to care, he had gone too far not to act. His house, his family. They were all gone anyway.
He took a step out on the bridge. The bridge he had walked so many times before, so long ago. It was the same bridge, but it sounded different. He walked on…
He ran thought the forest, black like a tomb. He stumbled and fell. The village had been empty, dead bodies lying around. The plague had wiped it clean.
He got out of there, as fast as he could. Death was hanging in the air, lurking in the ground. It always does when the sickness had passed by. Evil forces stayed around.
He came out into an opening.
The ground felt moist, almost wet, giving in when he stepped. Something came flowing up from the dirt. Like smoke, yet solid. Darker than the darkness itself….
“I told you, nothing is unreachable!” Marshal grinned.
“We still have some blocks to climb, though,” John replied catching breath.
“Always so negative,” Marshal laughed. “We’re already…”
One of the blocks moved in a distance. It rose. Two red eyes shone towards them. A stone giant of cubic shapes, just like the blocks around them. Like the one underneath them. Another stood up. Then another. And another.
“We got to get away from here…”
Two red eyes lit on the rock in front. The ground under their feet trembled…
The figures stood like rocks in front of him, like eternal statues no one had created. Lifeless, until the tallest one spoke.
“You have come far. Now tell us why.”
He swallowed. He had been walking for days, and now he was finally here.
“I’ve come to ask for forgiveness. I’ve killed a man. Or at least, I was the reason he died.”
“We don’t have such thing to give,” the statues said…
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