The Landing, part 2
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“Rowr! I will get you! And smash you to smithereens! Rrraaaaa!” Kenneth sits in the front room playing with his brand new Bionicle™, a Christmas present from his dad who lives at the other side of the country. The other LEGO™ and Playmobil™ figurines are getting massacred.
“Kenneth, love, can you pipe down a bit? I'm trying to read.”
“But mu-um, aliens never attack quietly!”
Kenneth's mother looks up from her magazine: “Yes they do. It's called stealth.”
“You can't be stealthy when you kill with grenades.”
“Then try to use those new silent grenades.”
Kenneth shakes his head. Mothers will never understand the importance of sound effects and scaring the little figurines before you kill them. It's the whole point of this game. His mother probably only played with Barbies™. Kenneth happily goes on rowr-ing and rrraaaaa-ing.
“Did you feel that, Kenneth?”
“What?” Too occupied with his game, the boy has no idea what his mother is talking about. The small trembles of the earth seemed to be produced by his lively imagination to accompany the big blasts of his laser-guns.
Suddenly everything is turned upside down. The lights are gone. Kenneth's feet are ploughing through the air, looking for firm ground. He doesn't know whether he's falling or flying.
“Ouch!”
The lights come back on.
“Are you okay, honey?” His mother rushes to the little boy's side.
“I think so... I think I broke my Bionicle™.” Kenneth clumsily pulls pieces of shattered plastic from underneath himself and holds up the shards for his mother to see.
“It's all right honey. We'll fix it.” Neither of them sees the tiny figure dropping to the floor and scurrying away towards the relative safety of the potted plants.
“Rowr! I will get you! And smash you to smithereens! Rrraaaaa!” Kenneth sits in the front room playing with his brand new Bionicle™, a Christmas present from his dad who lives at the other side of the country. The other LEGO™ and Playmobil™ figurines are getting massacred.
“Kenneth, love, can you pipe down a bit? I'm trying to read.”
“But mu-um, aliens never attack quietly!”
Kenneth's mother looks up from her magazine: “Yes they do. It's called stealth.”
“You can't be stealthy when you kill with grenades.”
“Then try to use those new silent grenades.”
Kenneth shakes his head. Mothers will never understand the importance of sound effects and scaring the little figurines before you kill them. It's the whole point of this game. His mother probably only played with Barbies™. Kenneth happily goes on rowr-ing and rrraaaaa-ing.
“Did you feel that, Kenneth?”
“What?” Too occupied with his game, the boy has no idea what his mother is talking about. The small trembles of the earth seemed to be produced by his lively imagination to accompany the big blasts of his laser-guns.
Suddenly everything is turned upside down. The lights are gone. Kenneth's feet are ploughing through the air, looking for firm ground. He doesn't know whether he's falling or flying.
“Ouch!”
The lights come back on.
“Are you okay, honey?” His mother rushes to the little boy's side.
“I think so... I think I broke my Bionicle™.” Kenneth clumsily pulls pieces of shattered plastic from underneath himself and holds up the shards for his mother to see.
“It's all right honey. We'll fix it.” Neither of them sees the tiny figure dropping to the floor and scurrying away towards the relative safety of the potted plants.
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Date: 2006-12-28 03:05 pm (UTC)Hmmm. I'm intrigued. Next part some time today?
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Date: 2006-12-28 04:14 pm (UTC)(Then you would have noticed that this year I've been skipping days. Next part will be posted on Friday.)
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Date: 2006-12-28 05:41 pm (UTC)Of course I read both parts! But I didn't look to closely at the date stamps, so thought you had posted it yesterday....
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Date: 2006-12-28 10:23 pm (UTC)