Post by raykong on Oct 12, 2011 2:41:06 GMT -5
Here are two short drabbles I wrote that I thought I'd share. The first is titled 'Europa' and is a descriptive piece on the Western Continent of Europa in the Battle Story universe. The second is titled 'New Century' and is a short humor piece in the New Century Zero universe.
Have fun reading them and comments are always welcome!
Europa
Raykong
Sand, the tribesman thought as he walked through the desert, is the one thing that Europa has never lacked. There was always a shortage of water, of fuel, or of peace, but if there was one thing that defined the Western Continent – it was the endless lengths of arid sand.
As the tribesman paced through the ground, his naked feet leaving footprints behind, his eyes glanced around him. No matter what direction he gazed at, the only thing that he could see was brown sand. Brown sand was to his left, to his right, ahead, and behind him – and their innumerable grains surrounded him from every angle.
The sand felt omnipresent, as though there was no escape from it, and yet the tribesman found it somewhat comforting. It was something familiar, an element of nature that was as old as the continent itself, and its prevalence was something that the tribesman found solace in. That no matter how time might mold the Western Continent, the sand of Europa would always remain unchangeable.
As the tribesman pondered through these thoughts, his two eyes suddenly caught shapes emerging in the distant horizon. Large silhouettes that shimmered in the desert heat were travelling along the horizon line, and the tribesman instantly recognized them. They were the biomachines of war that the invaders used, cores placed into mechanical coffins, and wherever they went – destruction followed.
The tribesman’s eyes lingered on the biomachines for several more seconds before he turned around and began to walk away from the invaders. Blue or red, the invaders had used this continent as their battleground, and they spilled nothing but blood on the desert sand. The tribesman did not know what their conflict was about, and he didn’t want to know either. To him, it didn’t matter at all.
No matter how many wars were fought on the sands of Europa, or how many civilizations rose and fell, Europa would always remain the same. The endless desert terrain would always remain endless, and the brown grains of sand would always remain brown. Whatever happened, Europa would always prevail, and to the tribesman - that was all that mattered.
As he walked away from the invaders, he felt his feet sink into the soft desert ground, leaving footprints behind. The sand felt familiar.
New Century
by Raykong
“Organized under strict rules and regulations, Zoid Battles are fighting competitions held on enormous battlefields, using mechanical combat units known…as Zoids. The enthusiastic young warriors put their pride on the line, and sharpen their skills against one another. Battle mode approved, area scanned, battlefield setup, ready…FIGHT!”
“Unbelievable…” Farnd muttered under his breath as he watched the Zoid Battle Commission commercial airing on the television screen. After the dramatically inflected spoken-word introduction ended, the commercial was now showing a bunch of fast-paced cuts of Zoids shooting guns and getting blown up. Annoying guitar riffs were playing in the background, testing the limits of Farnd’s ageing ears.
“You believe people watch this baloney?” Farnd said as he turned to Quentin, who was seated in a sofa directly across him, “Kids these days…can’t believe people actually pay to watch battles.”
“Yeah, if they really wanted to watch battles, they could have joined our war any day of the week,” Quentin replied, and the two old war veterans laughed heartily while the advertisement blared on. The screen was now depicting a Saber Tiger lunging onto a Command Wolf.
Silence fell on the conversation as the two of them turned back to the advertisement.
Then, Farnd abruptly broke the silence, “Hey, you know what a good use for Zoids would be?” Quentin shrugged, “Gardening.”
Have fun reading them and comments are always welcome!
Europa
Raykong
Sand, the tribesman thought as he walked through the desert, is the one thing that Europa has never lacked. There was always a shortage of water, of fuel, or of peace, but if there was one thing that defined the Western Continent – it was the endless lengths of arid sand.
As the tribesman paced through the ground, his naked feet leaving footprints behind, his eyes glanced around him. No matter what direction he gazed at, the only thing that he could see was brown sand. Brown sand was to his left, to his right, ahead, and behind him – and their innumerable grains surrounded him from every angle.
The sand felt omnipresent, as though there was no escape from it, and yet the tribesman found it somewhat comforting. It was something familiar, an element of nature that was as old as the continent itself, and its prevalence was something that the tribesman found solace in. That no matter how time might mold the Western Continent, the sand of Europa would always remain unchangeable.
As the tribesman pondered through these thoughts, his two eyes suddenly caught shapes emerging in the distant horizon. Large silhouettes that shimmered in the desert heat were travelling along the horizon line, and the tribesman instantly recognized them. They were the biomachines of war that the invaders used, cores placed into mechanical coffins, and wherever they went – destruction followed.
The tribesman’s eyes lingered on the biomachines for several more seconds before he turned around and began to walk away from the invaders. Blue or red, the invaders had used this continent as their battleground, and they spilled nothing but blood on the desert sand. The tribesman did not know what their conflict was about, and he didn’t want to know either. To him, it didn’t matter at all.
No matter how many wars were fought on the sands of Europa, or how many civilizations rose and fell, Europa would always remain the same. The endless desert terrain would always remain endless, and the brown grains of sand would always remain brown. Whatever happened, Europa would always prevail, and to the tribesman - that was all that mattered.
As he walked away from the invaders, he felt his feet sink into the soft desert ground, leaving footprints behind. The sand felt familiar.
New Century
by Raykong
“Organized under strict rules and regulations, Zoid Battles are fighting competitions held on enormous battlefields, using mechanical combat units known…as Zoids. The enthusiastic young warriors put their pride on the line, and sharpen their skills against one another. Battle mode approved, area scanned, battlefield setup, ready…FIGHT!”
“Unbelievable…” Farnd muttered under his breath as he watched the Zoid Battle Commission commercial airing on the television screen. After the dramatically inflected spoken-word introduction ended, the commercial was now showing a bunch of fast-paced cuts of Zoids shooting guns and getting blown up. Annoying guitar riffs were playing in the background, testing the limits of Farnd’s ageing ears.
“You believe people watch this baloney?” Farnd said as he turned to Quentin, who was seated in a sofa directly across him, “Kids these days…can’t believe people actually pay to watch battles.”
“Yeah, if they really wanted to watch battles, they could have joined our war any day of the week,” Quentin replied, and the two old war veterans laughed heartily while the advertisement blared on. The screen was now depicting a Saber Tiger lunging onto a Command Wolf.
Silence fell on the conversation as the two of them turned back to the advertisement.
Then, Farnd abruptly broke the silence, “Hey, you know what a good use for Zoids would be?” Quentin shrugged, “Gardening.”