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| Torvonychus | May 25 2016, 03:39 AM Post #1 |
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Some story I came up with for a class, decided to share with you guys. Spoiler: click to toggle The creature stared at the sight beyond him. It was beautiful yet terrifying, disgusting yet majestic, simple yet incomprehensible. His mouth gaped, in a silent, eternal scream, ringing across the frozen wasteland as his mind went blank, and then collapsed, his mind melting in madness at the scene that befell him. It had started several months back. The five men were the last of a crew of 34, who had landed on the icy wasteland that is Sedna. A cold world, Sedna was covered predominantly in ice, and summers were short, lasting only 194 out of 527 days a year. The men had been sent there to start a colony in the icy wasteland, which the Earth Council had deemed safe for habitation, in spite of the bitter cold and little supplies. The crew landed on a rocky landmass in the beginning of the warm period, in a subtropical area. The snow had just began to thaw, and the crew observed small, turquoise coloured flora growing out of cracks in the rocks. Soil qualities and atmospheric contents were measured by droids that accompanied them, while the colonists began setting up camp, pitching tents and starting a fire. Rations were removed from the ship, prepared and distributed amongst the hungry crew when that was done. The day had passed quickly, and within two hours of landing the sun was setting, casting a beautiful glow over the alien skies. The colonists contacted Earth Command, reporting the situation, data collected, and the native organisms seen. After the transmission ended, the colonists retired to their tents and went to bed for the night. 11 days after landing, and the colonists had their number reduced by one. Earlier that day a group of them were passing through a rocky beach, pockmarked with monoliths and sharp pebbles, surveying the geography. The 7 colonists had been carefully navigating, observing the life, including bluish-black autotrophs resembling seaweed from Earth that clung to the rocks and cliffs, and plumb, blackish wormlike creatures with five pairs of legs grazing on the flora. A colonist, Melvan, designated colonist S-24, died there. Melvan was a plump man, moderately overweight, but muscular. While traversing a rocky outcropping, Melvan slipped off the rocks in a moment of carelessness, collapsing onto some sharp rocks, breaking his skull, most likely killing him outright. Even if he did not die immediately after the fall, he was soon dead, as a trio of organisms, resembling the smaller grazers but much larger and more elongated, soon gathered at the corpse and began feeding. The event was shocking to the crew, but had little effect on morale. Melvan was a fairly unpleasant man, an incredibly prideful and annoying man, constantly bragging to the rest on how he came from Earth, and hence ‘more important’. The surveyor team reported his death to the rest of the colonists and Earth Command, and it didn’t affect them, Melvan merely an annoying footnote in their heads. 36 days after landing, the first green plant spread its leaves. By now, the original food rations were slowly running out, and although some native flora had been deemed as edible, their taste was in absolutely no way appealing. Instead, some seeds brought along were planted, in a specially formulated soil solution brought along. Among these included vegetables like tomatoes, cucumbers, lettuces and various herbs. These plants had been planted within the past 6 days, and some were already sprouting, thanks to genetic engineering that made them grow fast and grow big. In the meantime, the colonists lived in a time of peace, with few troubles and a relatively comfortable life. But there were tensions brewing in the otherwise peaceful camp… S-04, an Aztlanian man named Amaal, and S-19, a Skadian man called Veldjar, had been unofficially nominated as the captains of the camp. Amaal was a calm, conservative man, often seen calmly writing and thinking, studying native fauna and flora. His advice was greatly valued by the colonists, who greatly respected him for his intuition and knowledge. When Amaal made a prediction, he was normally correct or very close to the truth. Veldjar on the other hand was a charismatic, handsome young lad, known for his charm and strength. He was powerful, with the ability to charm women easily. Always seen around him were S-02 Venus and S-33 Baymuura, along with an entourage of others trying to emulate him. The loyalties of the rest of the colonists were evenly divided among these two men, and great tensions were forming amongst the two, 59 days after landing, the crops failed, and fights broke out. The plants were gone. Several days back, the campsite was attacked. A huge army of eight legged, armoured beings had swept through the area, destroying the crops and nearby flora. The rations were by now almost non-existent, and the crew faced hunger if they didn’t find food soon. They still had a few seeds, but in the time it would take to grow them, the crew would have starved to death. Amaal and his followers decided to stay, living a simple life in the settlement. He had conducted several culinary experiments with the native wildlife, and discovered some forms of flora that, prepared correctly, tasted quite decent, comparable to salted spinach. Veldjar disagreed, and wanted to leave to find greener pastures where they had a better chance of growing crops. The tensions were only escalated when Veldjar slept with S-24, Remeyia, the ‘woman’ of Amaal’s follower, Fuumesh. This led to a great falling out between the two factions, and caused them to further despise each other. After several days of this fighting, it was decided that they would part the next morning after evenly parting resources between the two groups. 73 days after landing, it got colder. The summer was approaching its end. In another 39 days, it would end, and snow would once more cover the landscape. For Amaal, this was no problem, for the crops had grew, giving a large amount of healthy vegetables. They had also been busy collecting the marine flora that grew on the cliffs, along with the grazing animals, which, when cooked had a taste reminiscent of prawns. The only dangers were those wormlike giants that fed off Melvan’s corpse, and posed a threat to those careless enough to slip. Veldjar’s group was not faring as well. Their numbers had dropped from 14 to 11, and many of them were weak and emancipated. They had taken to foraging, rummaging through flora to find plants, and hunting down creatures. Inland, the dominant fauna were not the worms that were so common on the beach, but three legged creatures, bounding across the landscape, with a pair of facial tentacles as ‘hands’. They tasted like fish, and were highly nutritious, but their speed and agility made them hard to catch and kill. The days were hard, but either way they would pull through. However, one of the two groups were marked for doom. Unbeknownst of their prospective fate, they continued their merry lives, with the ‘Amaalites’ continuing their pastoral lifestyle, and the ‘Veldjarians’ foraging through the bush for prey and food. 92 days after landing, Amaal was dead. A spear lay lodged in his chest, with red blood coating the ground as his followers lay around him, all dead. Nearby, a being stood tall, with several more of its kind, victorious. They were natives, the indigenous Sednites, standing two meters tall, with a trio of sturdy legs and a pair of tentacles on their face, ending in a three fingered ‘hand’. Four eyes allowed them to see 180 degrees, and they were well adapted to the cold conditions, being shielded in a thick coat of fur. Now the Sednites were a highly religious people, often worshipping a pantheon of gods both benevolent and malicious. They made shrines to the gods almost every day, and everyone was required to make an offering of food to the chief god, save for the pregnant, the young and the elderly. The Amaalites had no idea of this custom, and had desecrated the offerings made to the gods by eating them, and destroying various holy artefacts by accident. To the Sednites however, this was a declaration of war. Although they deemed the ‘beings from the sky’ no threat at first, desecrating their sacred grounds was a sure fire way to enrage the religious zealots that they were. War was promptly declared, a one sided war that their enemies did not know of, and were slain at night while they slept, brutally massacred and destroyed. And so the first contact with the Sednites was a hostile one. 176 days after landing, the madness had begun. The survivors, Veldjar and his followers, had begun to lose their humanity, as they trekked through the increasingly cold wastelands, eating anything they came upon, be it fresh or rotting. They no longer cooked, nor made flames to warm themselves, instead they ate food rare, and huddled up together at night to share warmth, never exiting their insulating but increasingly ragged coats, not even to defecate. They barely spoke now, only shouting to convey messages. Speech was limited to simple words expressing needs and wants, barely said to avoid hurting their bloodied and cracked lips even more. In the bitter cold, their skin was dry and cracking, and often sudden movements would cause great pain to them, which was why their primary method of gaining food was now scavenging corpses. In this bitter cold and painful wasteland, the only respite for the last 9 were depraved, immoral orgies, as the hedonistic mentality took over and they had intercourse throughout the cold nights, forgetting their worries and pain for the moment. But with the cold weather and sickly state of the colonists, the chance of survival of mankind on Sedna was effectively none, for even if one of their orgies resulted in a child it would most likely die before being born. 234 days after landing, man was beast, and beasts were men. The men had been utterly reduced to beasts, lacking any semblance of a mind or soul. The being formerly known as Veldjar now ruled the pack of 7 with an iron fist. He dominated resources, eating first, with his harem of three females following after him. The rest fed off scraps, even more emancipated than before, and often lagging behind. Mating was now almost a routine task for these beings, with the alpha constantly breeding with his harem. Whilst that was going on, his fellow males were left behind, bullied and bruised, and would often resort to sodomizing each other. This provided them with comfort and pleasure in a world of torture, pain and danger. Unbeknownst to them, they had begun to mutate. While their animalistic minds could not understand it, their skin had become rough, calloused and inhuman, looking more reptilian than mammalian. Nails sprouted from their fingers in the form of claws, and their eyes had an unnatural glow, one of an inhuman monster. They had begun to lose their last traces of humanity, as dust and dirt accumulated on their skin and tinted it black. It was the beginning of the end. 281 days after landing, the men were dropping like flies. The four sat around, eating the flesh of a comrade still moaning in pain. Their skins were now black, with claws emerging from their hands. Rough, unkempt fur grew all over their bodies, especially on their heads and necks, giving them the appearance of a mane. Their figures were covered by the thick layer of their skin, serving only to enhance their monstrous nature. The only sign of their former nature were the ragged pieces of fabric that still clung to their forms. The four were now virtually indistinguishable from each other, save from the phallus that emerged from the largest of them, once known as Veldjar. Now, they no longer had the orgies that once characterized the group. Instead, they simply walked further into the bitter cold wastelands, only stopping to feed on anything they stumbled upon. As they walked, sharp stones and jagged rocks would graze their skin, but they did not know, for their pain receptors had long failed. They continued on their journey, even as they died, as if compelled by an unknown force, a force too powerful to comprehend. As Veldjar and his women, they would have been terrified, but now, the monsters strode with an almost religious devotion, never stopping on their pilgrimage to this…thing. 377 days after landing, the journey was over. Shortly after the passing of a single Earth year, the entity shuffled ever closer towards its goal. It was black, covered in hair and calloused, rough skin, with jowls of skin obscuring any facial features it had yet at the same time hiding an increasingly slender body. It shuffled wearily, its limbs barely visible in the folds. It paused. After an eternity of walking, it had stopped. Its pilgrimage was finally over. For in front lay a vast wasteland, barren of life, covered evenly with snow. The winds howled, and the aurora flared above, but that could not compare to the being that sat in the middle of the wasteland. For the sake of your sanity, I shall spare you the details. What it did have, though, was a million faces, each morphing at every second, and a billion eyes, staring everywhere. Its tentacles writhed around, as thousands of limbs struggled to lift up the massive form of the being. A voice emanated in the air, speaking fluently in hundreds of dead languages, singing in the most melodious voices, yet cursing in the most violent and crass words. Its overall shape was a tall spearhead, pointing up at the sky, as its eyes, drowsy yet awakening, looked around. The folds of skin corroded and fell. The Lesser Being collapsed, as voices filled its head, giving it a strange, warm feeling. It continued to stare, unable to avert its eyes from the grotesquely beautiful sight, as a million different things, some wholly unknown to mankind, went through its head at once. Then the Lesser Being’s mind went blank, mere seconds after it had gained infinite knowledge, and it died. God was awake, and it was time for man to repent. |
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