Post by AVATAR on Jan 7, 2014 10:11:34 GMT -6
AVATAR HAS ISSUED THE
FOLLOWING INFORMATION
FOLLOWING INFORMATION
LOADING....
It started out a normal day in the Tertiary Locations. There was no real disturbance, and the silence, the peace of these forgotten places, was soothing to the many that sought refuge from the long-reaching arm of AVATAR. For years there had been peace, for years the Silent Ones had placed themselves in control. Rakel the Smile held the Tertiary Locations strong in her grasp, and nobody doubted her abilities. Patrols of Security Sector never lasted long, but the Tertiary Locations had yet to see their sovereign angered.
It started out a normal day. Conrad De Lune was cleaning off his hands from a hard shift of night tunneling. Pandora Eads was making sure his chains retained their strength. And Rakel the Smile herself was washing her hands in the River Tear, watching the blood slowly flow down river, along with the body of a man who had made the mistake of lying to her.
It was a normal day, and remained so for a good deal of time. Once the artificial sun of AVATAR had begun to burn and signify the middle of the day, they all relaxed. Trucks hadn't been heard in a deal of time, and if they had been thinking, they would have realized how bad that was, for all of them. It meant AVATAR was waiting.
As Conrad De Lune prepared himself a meagre lunch. As Pandora Eads whipped his chains around an aggressor's neck. As Rakel the Smile counted her poisonous mud balls.
As they lived their regular lives, it began. At first, the ground merely seemed to rumble. It was another quake caused by whatever was below their feet, the strange machinery that was AVATAR. And then the screeching static began, high pitched and horrible, ripping through their air, ripping through their very bodies. It seemed to vibrate their bones, to jitter them across the earth. But the worst part had not yet begun, for a moment later, a voice, high pitched, feminine, filled with crackling electricity and dark, meaningful menace, BOOMED from all around them. The words filled their entire world, shook them to their cores, knocked them to the ground with how it shook their bodies, pathetic flesh and bone.
"I CAN HEAR YOU MOVING."
More static, more jarring sensation, and then more words, just as horrible, boomed from the ground, from their hands and feet, and worked up their spines.
"I WILL PURGE YOU FROM YOUR WORLD WITH WILDFIRE AND I WILL BRING HELL UPON YOUR WORTHLESS HEADS AND I WILL HANG YOUR SKINS FROM THE MANSE OF THE MAYOR."
And then the static stopped, and the voice stopped, and the Tertiary Locations were left with the stunning fear that something they could not account for had been called upon them. And perhaps they would try to play the bravado role, but their words would be filled with fear. If the voice of AVATAR reached them that strongly here, where could they be safe?
It started out a normal day. Conrad De Lune was cleaning off his hands from a hard shift of night tunneling. Pandora Eads was making sure his chains retained their strength. And Rakel the Smile herself was washing her hands in the River Tear, watching the blood slowly flow down river, along with the body of a man who had made the mistake of lying to her.
It was a normal day, and remained so for a good deal of time. Once the artificial sun of AVATAR had begun to burn and signify the middle of the day, they all relaxed. Trucks hadn't been heard in a deal of time, and if they had been thinking, they would have realized how bad that was, for all of them. It meant AVATAR was waiting.
As Conrad De Lune prepared himself a meagre lunch. As Pandora Eads whipped his chains around an aggressor's neck. As Rakel the Smile counted her poisonous mud balls.
As they lived their regular lives, it began. At first, the ground merely seemed to rumble. It was another quake caused by whatever was below their feet, the strange machinery that was AVATAR. And then the screeching static began, high pitched and horrible, ripping through their air, ripping through their very bodies. It seemed to vibrate their bones, to jitter them across the earth. But the worst part had not yet begun, for a moment later, a voice, high pitched, feminine, filled with crackling electricity and dark, meaningful menace, BOOMED from all around them. The words filled their entire world, shook them to their cores, knocked them to the ground with how it shook their bodies, pathetic flesh and bone.
"I CAN HEAR YOU MOVING."
More static, more jarring sensation, and then more words, just as horrible, boomed from the ground, from their hands and feet, and worked up their spines.
"I WILL PURGE YOU FROM YOUR WORLD WITH WILDFIRE AND I WILL BRING HELL UPON YOUR WORTHLESS HEADS AND I WILL HANG YOUR SKINS FROM THE MANSE OF THE MAYOR."
And then the static stopped, and the voice stopped, and the Tertiary Locations were left with the stunning fear that something they could not account for had been called upon them. And perhaps they would try to play the bravado role, but their words would be filled with fear. If the voice of AVATAR reached them that strongly here, where could they be safe?
