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Prefabrication · 11-26-2009, 11:48 PM

It was... a caricature, really.

All life had long since fled this world, but perhaps in this odd section of it, life had never truly had a foothold. At least, not organic life....

The castle was truly titanic, large enough to have been a subcontinental island on its own right were it unlucky enough to be dropped into an ocean. And yet, the closer one got to it, the more oddities they would notice. The entire thing seemed to be constructed out of bricks or blocks- but not of stone nor clay, not of plastic or of metal. Rather, blocks of color, curiously both flat and three-dimensional at once, glowing dimly beneath the staticky sky. Within this tremendous, superpalatial fortress lurked a horrifyingly complex and abstract maze of passages, often overlapping one another in Escheric and physics-defying manner. A tower labeled clearly 'SHINRA', an arena containing the bones of some dinosaurian mammal with an odd purple tint to the material, panels of mazedly-similar brick shape...

..and there, in the deepest part, far below most things, a chunk of thick, almost stemlike green hair with a thin piece of what may have once been scalp. The 'hair' itself was pinned beneath a wall, as if the wall had fallen into place.

The sky, though.... that was the most disturbing. Where in most places on the desolate, deserted planet had skies which still held the faintest traces of blue or cloud, the sky here flickered and shifted like a television with poor reception. Literally even, often dissolving into snow. As if that were not enough, however, what it shone forth onto the land below was even odder. In gigantic, friendly white letters a not so friendly message.

GAME OVER

And.... an arrow, pointing into the sky, to a distant planet only visible between the brief bursts and sprays of white static 'snow'.

But.... pointing at what?

11-26-2009, 11:48 PM	#7
Prefabrication Newbie Join Date: Nov 2009 Gender: Posts: 1 Thanks: 0 Thanked 1 Time in 1 Post	What it's like to be the bad man It was... a caricature, really. All life had long since fled this world, but perhaps in this odd section of it, life had never truly had a foothold. At least, not organic life.... The castle was truly titanic, large enough to have been a subcontinental island on its own right were it unlucky enough to be dropped into an ocean. And yet, the closer one got to it, the more oddities they would notice. The entire thing seemed to be constructed out of bricks or blocks- but not of stone nor clay, not of plastic or of metal. Rather, blocks of color, curiously both flat and three-dimensional at once, glowing dimly beneath the staticky sky. Within this tremendous, superpalatial fortress lurked a horrifyingly complex and abstract maze of passages, often overlapping one another in Escheric and physics-defying manner. A tower labeled clearly 'SHINRA', an arena containing the bones of some dinosaurian mammal with an odd purple tint to the material, panels of mazedly-similar brick shape... ..and there, in the deepest part, far below most things, a chunk of thick, almost stemlike green hair with a thin piece of what may have once been scalp. The 'hair' itself was pinned beneath a wall, as if the wall had fallen into place. The sky, though.... that was the most disturbing. Where in most places on the desolate, deserted planet had skies which still held the faintest traces of blue or cloud, the sky here flickered and shifted like a television with poor reception. Literally even, often dissolving into snow. As if that were not enough, however, what it shone forth onto the land below was even odder. In gigantic, friendly white letters a not so friendly message. GAME OVER And.... an arrow, pointing into the sky, to a distant planet only visible between the brief bursts and sprays of white static 'snow'. But.... pointing at what?