10-13-2015, 11:43 AM
I sit on top of the train, arms crossed. “So you say this can get you to Carrefore?”
“That’s the idea.” The foreman scratches his salty black beard. Disgusting. But I give him a pass for being old and presumably senile. “But right now it goes right by some caves. Ruins there, used to be inhabited by ghouls and things. Got driven out by worse things. Musta been a power plant or something back in the early days of the Omniverse, but nobody I know can remember back that far.”
“Fascinating.” I twiddle my eardrum. “Can you get me there?”
“Only so far as the ruins. Only one-way though. You have to find your own way back. Roland’s orders.”
I grumble. “Whatever.”
Saying that this kind of work is beneath me is a massive understatement. But this is the kind of game I have to play now in order to beat Omni at his own game. It’s still galls me, but I’m not the kind of God so prideful as to let it get in the way of what I need to do. I am the One True God, after all.
Just as I’m drifting off to the tranquillising thought of Omni’s body turning grey and lifeless in my grip, the train slows and I’m unceremoniously reminded that there’s a job to be done. I grumble, stepping out of the train. Out here in the wastes, the sand and sun sting my skin. I have to cover my face so I can even open my eyes. “Motherfucker,” I cough.
“Yah, it’s right here-ah!” yells the foreman through the storm. “Be seeing yah!”
And with that the train backs up, heading back to The Town with No Name.
Motherfucker. I can’t even see anything ahead of me. Something’s blocking out the sun, so I head towards that. It takes me five minutes before I’m anywhere close. I should have fried that stupid conductor and driven the train myself. Occasionally I walk past some kind of debris — bits of wood and metal, things that suggest this might have been a town at some point. It’s a lot of detail, I have to admit. The scope of Omni’s imagination is … perhaps ambitious. I’ve found myself beginning to wonder how much was created and how much became a result of things within the illusion. Clearly I’m not the only one here of my own mind. There must have been others. How long have they spent here? I grit my teeth as I press on through the sands. “Must I do … everything… myself?”
Finally I see the structure the foreman was referencing. Its tall, and must cover an entire city block or more. The entrance has no doors — it’s dark inside.
“Piece of piss,” I say. I could have blown this place up with my old power, but I might have to do it piecemeal now. I sigh, and take a deep breath. “ANYONE HOME!?”
Nothing. I whack my staff against the entranceway. Nothing. Am I really going to have to take this place apart bit by bit?
I raise my staff above my head and begin to spin it. Lightning fills my body, arcing through the ring on my back and up, up into the spinning ring of light that is my weapon. So weak now but it yet holds a fraction of my power. A catalyst that I’ll need. It amplifies and contains the electricity for me as I amp it up. The pressure builds and the hairs on my body begin to stand up, despite their usual immunity to my electrical power. It’s a testament to the strength of this attack.
“Lightning STORM!” I yell as I thrust the staff forward, releasing the power out into the lobby of the abandoned building. It crashes and explodes, taking out the wall I’d aimed it at and the ceiling above. I grin, covering my face as the dust flows past me. Somewhere from deep within the building, a howl stirs.
“That’s the idea.” The foreman scratches his salty black beard. Disgusting. But I give him a pass for being old and presumably senile. “But right now it goes right by some caves. Ruins there, used to be inhabited by ghouls and things. Got driven out by worse things. Musta been a power plant or something back in the early days of the Omniverse, but nobody I know can remember back that far.”
“Fascinating.” I twiddle my eardrum. “Can you get me there?”
“Only so far as the ruins. Only one-way though. You have to find your own way back. Roland’s orders.”
I grumble. “Whatever.”
Saying that this kind of work is beneath me is a massive understatement. But this is the kind of game I have to play now in order to beat Omni at his own game. It’s still galls me, but I’m not the kind of God so prideful as to let it get in the way of what I need to do. I am the One True God, after all.
Just as I’m drifting off to the tranquillising thought of Omni’s body turning grey and lifeless in my grip, the train slows and I’m unceremoniously reminded that there’s a job to be done. I grumble, stepping out of the train. Out here in the wastes, the sand and sun sting my skin. I have to cover my face so I can even open my eyes. “Motherfucker,” I cough.
“Yah, it’s right here-ah!” yells the foreman through the storm. “Be seeing yah!”
And with that the train backs up, heading back to The Town with No Name.
Motherfucker. I can’t even see anything ahead of me. Something’s blocking out the sun, so I head towards that. It takes me five minutes before I’m anywhere close. I should have fried that stupid conductor and driven the train myself. Occasionally I walk past some kind of debris — bits of wood and metal, things that suggest this might have been a town at some point. It’s a lot of detail, I have to admit. The scope of Omni’s imagination is … perhaps ambitious. I’ve found myself beginning to wonder how much was created and how much became a result of things within the illusion. Clearly I’m not the only one here of my own mind. There must have been others. How long have they spent here? I grit my teeth as I press on through the sands. “Must I do … everything… myself?”
Finally I see the structure the foreman was referencing. Its tall, and must cover an entire city block or more. The entrance has no doors — it’s dark inside.
“Piece of piss,” I say. I could have blown this place up with my old power, but I might have to do it piecemeal now. I sigh, and take a deep breath. “ANYONE HOME!?”
Nothing. I whack my staff against the entranceway. Nothing. Am I really going to have to take this place apart bit by bit?
I raise my staff above my head and begin to spin it. Lightning fills my body, arcing through the ring on my back and up, up into the spinning ring of light that is my weapon. So weak now but it yet holds a fraction of my power. A catalyst that I’ll need. It amplifies and contains the electricity for me as I amp it up. The pressure builds and the hairs on my body begin to stand up, despite their usual immunity to my electrical power. It’s a testament to the strength of this attack.
“Lightning STORM!” I yell as I thrust the staff forward, releasing the power out into the lobby of the abandoned building. It crashes and explodes, taking out the wall I’d aimed it at and the ceiling above. I grin, covering my face as the dust flows past me. Somewhere from deep within the building, a howl stirs.
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