IGN: Lyrastorm
Category: Dark - actually also a bit funny, in my opinion
The End of the World
It happened a few days before Christmas, under the hot, bright, unwavering sun.
Multiple portals from parallel universes ripped opened, a scientific experiment gone wrong perhaps, and a multitude of Santas and their minions stepped through into our world. And they brought gifts, of course. They offered the younglings cocaine and heroin, claiming these were candy, they offered them whiskey, claiming it was apple juice, they offered them cigarettes, in the guise of mint sweets, and naturally, they offered them weapons, saying they were toys.
It did not take long for scientists to deduce an effective weapon, the universe was at it's height of industry and innovation then, although we had all but depleted its resources, through deforestation, hunting, toxic gases and waste: The great weakness of the Santas was snowballs.
A select group of warriors travelled to Beta, the only place left with some precious snow and ice to forge these elusive weapons. Then they fought. They fought for days and nights, diminishing the armies of the Santas, and the Santas themselves. All the while, rampant deaths plagued the universe: Drug overdoses, fast acting cancers, suicides from depression, murder. The Santas' gifts were in full effect. Warnings issued were to no avail, for younglings are trusting of Santas, and disinclined to listen to the fully grown. Even many of the fully grown, who have, for many years, felt betrayed by their government, were not eager to heed the warnings.
As the population diminished and as the warriors fought, more Santas came through the portals, each time their minions were stronger than before, they needed more and more snowballs to destroy them.
I am one of these warriors. The snow on Beta is all but depleted. The questions on our minds now is: Are we fighting a hopeless battle? Is there enough snow left to defeat them? Is there even any point, with our population now down to one tenth of it's former size? And, of course, will the Santas ever stop coming?
Category: Dark - actually also a bit funny, in my opinion
The End of the World
It happened a few days before Christmas, under the hot, bright, unwavering sun.
Multiple portals from parallel universes ripped opened, a scientific experiment gone wrong perhaps, and a multitude of Santas and their minions stepped through into our world. And they brought gifts, of course. They offered the younglings cocaine and heroin, claiming these were candy, they offered them whiskey, claiming it was apple juice, they offered them cigarettes, in the guise of mint sweets, and naturally, they offered them weapons, saying they were toys.
It did not take long for scientists to deduce an effective weapon, the universe was at it's height of industry and innovation then, although we had all but depleted its resources, through deforestation, hunting, toxic gases and waste: The great weakness of the Santas was snowballs.
A select group of warriors travelled to Beta, the only place left with some precious snow and ice to forge these elusive weapons. Then they fought. They fought for days and nights, diminishing the armies of the Santas, and the Santas themselves. All the while, rampant deaths plagued the universe: Drug overdoses, fast acting cancers, suicides from depression, murder. The Santas' gifts were in full effect. Warnings issued were to no avail, for younglings are trusting of Santas, and disinclined to listen to the fully grown. Even many of the fully grown, who have, for many years, felt betrayed by their government, were not eager to heed the warnings.
As the population diminished and as the warriors fought, more Santas came through the portals, each time their minions were stronger than before, they needed more and more snowballs to destroy them.
I am one of these warriors. The snow on Beta is all but depleted. The questions on our minds now is: Are we fighting a hopeless battle? Is there enough snow left to defeat them? Is there even any point, with our population now down to one tenth of it's former size? And, of course, will the Santas ever stop coming?