Posted Oct 28 2012 - 01:57 PM
The End of the LineA bleak view greets your eyes as you stare at the vast expanse of water which lays ahead. It sits quietly, tempting you to come closer, closer, closer until you’re lost in the darkness. Behind you is a simple stone road, carved out of the only remaining spit of land you could find, standing, unflinching, before the black sea in front of you.Slowly, you edge closer towards the water, your gaze fixed on the rippling, almost silken, surface, as you inch along. You creep further and further towards the edge, as if daring the darkness to come and take you, to drag you down into its cold, crushing depths.There, the final step, and you’re standing at the precipice, toes over the rocky cliff, in some kind of cruel taunt towards the waters below. For surely, you think “I have come this far with no trouble, what harm can come of me now?”And for a long moment, nothing happens. The tide comes and goes, lapping against the rocks like a warped monotone, and the dark sky above you have already begun to lighten, as the first rays of day begin to peek out from above the horizon. The scene is stunning, glorious in its stark beauty.You smile at the landscape you have stumbled upon, and turn to leave the way you came.That’s when everything changes.You hear a new sound from behind you, a noise which is all too familiar to you, but all too alien to this lonely place. It the sound of someone clearing their throat, in the signature way that one does when they want your attention.And so, without really thinking about it, you turn, muscles tensed for whatever it is that waits behind you.You see another being, standing on the edge of the cliff where you once did. He is short and stout, with a fine black cloak billowing out from behind him, and a heavy, double-headed axe in his right hand, hanging so that one tip has settled into the course dirt.That is all you can make of him. The rest of him is little more than a silhouette, a black hole in the universe, as if the artist painting the scenery was too lazy to finish. There is no glint of light on his armour. There is no sparkle of luminescence in his eyes. Just an all-encompassing blackness.On the ground, in-between you and this being, is a book. Thick, with yellowing, crinkled pages, and worn lettering across its leather-bound cover.You look back up to the strange, new being, in search of an answer, only for him to respond by motioning his left arm in the direction of the piece of literature. His intent for you is clear: He wants you to read.
~ ~ ~EpicsIce Song: After a failure on his part leads to the deaths of two innocents, Toa Kopaka goes on a spiritual journey to redeem himself, and to discover the secrets to being a true warrior, with aid from the unlikeliest of beings.Status: INCOMPLETE/ON HIATUSL S O 2012 - Team Extempore: A joint project with xccj, Excelsior and Zaxvo, telling the tale of Toa Lewa and Kopaka, the only remaining Toa Nuva, as they try to solve the assassination of now-Prime Minister Onua, as well as stopping an evil force from destroying Spherus Magna.Status: INCOMPLETE/ON HIATUS*Dark Light: During Teridax’s reign over the universe, a mutated Takanuva from an alternate dimension is sent to stop the mad being by whatever means required, leading him through a world of shady mercenaries, mysterious cults and unlikely alliances.Status: INCOMPLETE/ON HIATUSShort StoriesParallels: Inspired by the Lord of the Rings, this is a tale of a forging of the Avokhii, and the prophecy that would come with the legendary mask.The Briefest of Wars: On the island of Artakha, a splinter group of Matoran encounter a mysterious being known as Tohu, who leads them to an unbelievable battle between creation and destruction, between good and evil.ComediesFlying Octopi, Grubby Villains and Guardsmen Basketballs: A spoof of the final battle between the Toa Mata and Makuta Teridax, where our villain finds himself in a rather... embarrassing social predicament.COT Short StoriesJulia’s Diner: A short flash fiction about two lonely people, linked only by having the same favourite diner.*Archived forums, selecting this will cause log-out.-Void
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