Author's Note(s): Pie here. Or Cinnamon Grochi. Whatever. What you are looking at right now is a SS inspired by Edger Allen Poe's writings and poems, reviewed by my good friend D.A.V.E. and was formed in the morbid and creative mess known as "my mind." It is slightly disturbing and creepy. I am pretty sure this does not break BZP rules, but nevertheless, I rate this PG-13. Have fun on the dark side.
It’s so sad when They are not there.
Makes me very upset, oh yes it does.
I stumble and run on my hands and feet, slowly though; it hurts to go, oh, so fast. I remember streets and buildings, yes I do, but none of it interests me. I only look for Them.
These days it’s hard to find Them. There is little of Them left in the city, this city of New Atero.
Oh, but this excites me. A small building, with empty armor laying around. They were here. All gone now. Oh, so sad.
Wait, I smell one. It’s hiding. They always do. When you find Them they run and scream and make noise, and soon everyone wants a part of Them. It’s sad. I want Them for myself. I’m always so hungry, but everyone else is hungry too. Some hurt me in the fight to get Them.
I stumble into the shop, on my two feet this time. Two feet are slow, but have more balance, I think. I stumble and bump around the building as the smell gets stronger. I can almost taste It. It is so sweet, so close. My mouth is wet with saliva as I near a door and open it.
Sometimes They are good at hiding. Others good at running. Some good at fighting. This one smells of fear and terror. Why are They always so scared of us? All we want is to stop the hunger. I’m sure They would understand, given the chance.
I move inside the room, as I sniff the air for It. I hear it shaking in a cabinet. It sounds like it is crying, praying, whispering. I move closer. I open a cabinet. Wrong one. I smile hungrily and move to the other one. The correct one.I open the cabinet and see It. It screams loudly. That’s no good. I grab It and grin, showing it my teeth I made. It screams for a few minutes and then it’s silent.
Oh, that was filling. They always do that afterwards.
I am happy. That was a fleshy one. Not one of those Protodermis ones. Those ones are nasty. But They still hurt us, so we must hurt Them. I leave the building and stumble through the city some more. I don’t care what I do or where I go now, just as long as I stay full.
A noise reaches my ears. Explosions, fighting, clanking. They are out hurting us. I get down on my hands and feet, running through the streets. I started slowly, though, yes, slowly, then starting going faster. I round a corner and hide behind a fallen stature. It was a Toa I think, the statue. I don’t care. I was growing hungry again.
I hear Them screaming and shouting. They are falling back. They try this every so often, to kill us all and take back the city, but it doesn’t work. It has never worked.
I see one of Them. Its green armor is like a case around the food inside. I run towards It, and it flees, after shooting at me with some spiky ball. It didn’t hit me, I move too fast for it to hit me.
It went inside a building and shut the door. I can’t open it. So I climb onto the roof.
Skylight. An easy entrance. I crawl over to it and look it. I see It sitting in a corner. It looks sad and scared.
I don’t care. I’m hungry again.With a growl, I leap through the skylight into the building. I can only think about how It will taste.....“Wha-Kiina! It’s Gresh! Don’t do thi-”....And It tastes good.
Edited by Athmos, May 28 2014 - 04:29 PM.