01-04-2017, 02:09 PM
There's nothing left to do on this sad little battlefield. After spending just a bit more time admiring my work, I strike out into the blank, featureless void. According to the gaggle of helpless buffoons I just slaughtered, gates to other places can be found here, places with people, and cities. Places with biospheres, and actual skies.
If I'm to get more Omnilium, and if I'm to enjoy myself at all, I need to find one of those gates!
My new form's legs are long, and with some practice, they prove to be far more graceful than what I'm used to. At first, traveling over land at such a brisk pace relative to my size is a novel enough sensation to keep me from getting bored. I don't think I've ever spent so much time on the ground before while moving from one place to another. The entertainment value of legs that are longer than my torso doesn't hold up, however, in the face of such completely dull scenery. This mode of travel doesn't have the same inherent thrill of unconquerable freedom that flight does. I used to spend millennia soaring through the star-flecked void of interstellar space on my shining, sun-bright wings, and if the threat of monotony loomed, I could always summon a cosmic cocoon and hibernate until I reached my destination.
It was flat-out impossible to get bored on a planet.
I try throwing some lightning to liven things up, but there's nothing here to destroy. It just leaves sad little scorch-marks on the plain white expanse, which quickly fade from view. Fortunately, at about the same time I'm ready to start screaming from sheer understimulation, a shape appears in the distance. I increase my pace.
The object turns out to be farther away than it looks, but the journey is much less arduous now that I can see my goal - and when I'm finally close enough to make out details, I can barely contain my anticipation (which is a delicious word, magnifying the feeling it names).
It's an archway, carefully carved from stone - and within the archway, a shimmering, membranous weft in space. As it grow nearer, I can smell things growing, the scent of water and soil. The smell of life!
We'll have to do something about that.
The ululations of my laughter echo off the masonry as I step through the portal, and into a far more interesting place.
If I'm to get more Omnilium, and if I'm to enjoy myself at all, I need to find one of those gates!
My new form's legs are long, and with some practice, they prove to be far more graceful than what I'm used to. At first, traveling over land at such a brisk pace relative to my size is a novel enough sensation to keep me from getting bored. I don't think I've ever spent so much time on the ground before while moving from one place to another. The entertainment value of legs that are longer than my torso doesn't hold up, however, in the face of such completely dull scenery. This mode of travel doesn't have the same inherent thrill of unconquerable freedom that flight does. I used to spend millennia soaring through the star-flecked void of interstellar space on my shining, sun-bright wings, and if the threat of monotony loomed, I could always summon a cosmic cocoon and hibernate until I reached my destination.
It was flat-out impossible to get bored on a planet.
I try throwing some lightning to liven things up, but there's nothing here to destroy. It just leaves sad little scorch-marks on the plain white expanse, which quickly fade from view. Fortunately, at about the same time I'm ready to start screaming from sheer understimulation, a shape appears in the distance. I increase my pace.
The object turns out to be farther away than it looks, but the journey is much less arduous now that I can see my goal - and when I'm finally close enough to make out details, I can barely contain my anticipation (which is a delicious word, magnifying the feeling it names).
It's an archway, carefully carved from stone - and within the archway, a shimmering, membranous weft in space. As it grow nearer, I can smell things growing, the scent of water and soil. The smell of life!
We'll have to do something about that.
The ululations of my laughter echo off the masonry as I step through the portal, and into a far more interesting place.
Quote:King Ghidorah has entered Camelot. Gods help them all.