Post by Dr. Akashido on Oct 22, 2010 5:07:48 GMT -5
It's nearly been three years since the last great war between the mysterious, giant, monsters, and most of the world acts like it has never happened. Sure, we rebuilt our cities, but we had to. I hardly suppose that's enough of a reason to forget all the damage, crushed under their enormous feet. Maybe because they vanished as quickly as they appeared is to blame for everyone's loss in memory. I don't really know.
I drove by the Kraft Macaroni and Cheese factory that birthed the awful mutant muenster monster known only as Wedge. I remember watching live television, as a helicopter flew over the compound. At first, it looked like the place was overflowing with orange ooze, like some part of the assembly line went bad, but then the unthinkable happened. Then, seconds later, in front of millions of television viewers across the globe, that flood grew an arm strong enough to tear the roof off the walls, revealing not a flood, but a living, breathing, incarnation of cheddary evil. Remembering the destructive glare in it's haunting eyes still upsets me to think about. It's been three years, and now it feels I am the only one left that remembers.
Now the factory has a brand, spanking-new roof, possibly specially reinforced, but maybe not. They sure don't act like they care if it is. Sure, life goes on, and you have to make a living somehow. I get that. I just don't understand how normal and nonchalant all the workers act, knowing very well their cheesy beast was never defeated. One day, when everything was demolished, he just left. Nobody knows where or why, but thankfully he did, because there was nothing we could do to stop it. We had to pray there was something higher on the food chain than a ten-story tall block of provolone.
There were others, so maybe that was it. Maybe Wedge was killed and eaten by the dragons or trolls that feasted on this planet during the war. It sure is a tasty possibility, but that wouldn't have rid us from such large-scale nuisances like the evil black dragon, Draco The Malevolent, and the blood-crazed hell-troll, Mustakrakish. They would still be stalking these lands now, just with a little orange tint to their bear-trap maws.
No, one day they all abandoned this battle ground. Maybe they thought we were all defeated, and, if they were to focus their attention towards us and not at each other, they would be right. Us humans did lose, and we lost a lot. We hid away in our bomb shelters and battle bunkers, any place safe enough for the time being. Maybe there were no more screams to follow their footsteps, but maybe they just grew tired, smashing us into the earth. They could just be waiting for us like a bird over flooding dirt. They know the worms will come out.
I am the only one who is unsettled by this.
Audio Journal Entry 10/22/2010
I drove by the Kraft Macaroni and Cheese factory that birthed the awful mutant muenster monster known only as Wedge. I remember watching live television, as a helicopter flew over the compound. At first, it looked like the place was overflowing with orange ooze, like some part of the assembly line went bad, but then the unthinkable happened. Then, seconds later, in front of millions of television viewers across the globe, that flood grew an arm strong enough to tear the roof off the walls, revealing not a flood, but a living, breathing, incarnation of cheddary evil. Remembering the destructive glare in it's haunting eyes still upsets me to think about. It's been three years, and now it feels I am the only one left that remembers.
Now the factory has a brand, spanking-new roof, possibly specially reinforced, but maybe not. They sure don't act like they care if it is. Sure, life goes on, and you have to make a living somehow. I get that. I just don't understand how normal and nonchalant all the workers act, knowing very well their cheesy beast was never defeated. One day, when everything was demolished, he just left. Nobody knows where or why, but thankfully he did, because there was nothing we could do to stop it. We had to pray there was something higher on the food chain than a ten-story tall block of provolone.
There were others, so maybe that was it. Maybe Wedge was killed and eaten by the dragons or trolls that feasted on this planet during the war. It sure is a tasty possibility, but that wouldn't have rid us from such large-scale nuisances like the evil black dragon, Draco The Malevolent, and the blood-crazed hell-troll, Mustakrakish. They would still be stalking these lands now, just with a little orange tint to their bear-trap maws.
No, one day they all abandoned this battle ground. Maybe they thought we were all defeated, and, if they were to focus their attention towards us and not at each other, they would be right. Us humans did lose, and we lost a lot. We hid away in our bomb shelters and battle bunkers, any place safe enough for the time being. Maybe there were no more screams to follow their footsteps, but maybe they just grew tired, smashing us into the earth. They could just be waiting for us like a bird over flooding dirt. They know the worms will come out.
I am the only one who is unsettled by this.
Audio Journal Entry 10/22/2010
