Freedom

The station shines with the septic straight beams of the space-bound sun. Its glass reflects the perfect squares of carefully curated photons streaming into perfectly fashioned panoramas. Everything is perfect efficiency- every watt of power and molecule of oxygen is carefully accounted for. The machine hums, perfectly suited to the conveyance of human needs, perfectly useless at supporting the human.

Away from the rugged rough overwrought mass of the Planet below, minds were sent into screaming insanity- undone utterly by calorie counters and springs and the cold application of physics.

Odin’s Fury

The ancient Barrow sits undisturbed beneath the earth of the Cathedral City. Its winding passages, meant to confuse and confound intruders, lie still and tight in the cool fleshy soil. Ancient traps lie unsprung in the dark earth, their spines still slicked with ancient venom. Creatures old and new pad down the undisturbed passageways in slow circles. Writhing slimes, suits of armour frozen still waiting to emerge with unfathomable magic, wooden chests working hard to control their breathing.

A great bellow rocks the ancient tunnels. A rage driven by divine righteousness. A scream of great passion and hunger and persecution. The scream of an ancient and resilient faith, waiting to be given new life.

Destiny

A warrior clad in glowing armour stepped from the supreme darkness of the long abandoned passageway. Your torchlight flickers off his breastplate as his booming voice echoes down the ckrfudrk, his sounds being utterly consumed by the ancient passageways, each of them a twisted and direction struggle.

-Your time has comes stranger. The man says. And it is.

Cringe

Even as they themselves are marched towards screaming death they will still mock those who try to resist. So total is their sense of superiority that even as the oven flames lick higher, even as meat grinders steely jaws become ravenous for their supple flesh they will still not resist: preferring to die in as machines of smugness that embrace the cringeworthy squareness of humanity.

I fear them, and yet I pity them.