March 1, 2014
Still, it would seem, I live after an eternity of darkness and madness in the flier, of death and winter in the world outside. During that time, I have not written in the log; and I know not what obscure impulse prompts me to resume a practice so irrational and futile.
– Master of the Asteroid
Somebody read Clark Ashton Smith in quantity this winter. It makes me want to write, but don’t worry…I’m not planning to resume blogging on a regular basis! I just wanted to provide some linkage to Calum’s neato play reports of Clown Robot Doctor Apocalypse reskinned:
The characters are baffled by the tan and beige walls, the soft back-lighting, the constant hum of machinery in the background, and the unusual corridors which are comprised of moving floors (travelators and escalators), stairs, ladders and one person lifts. Some experimentation is needed to operate the lifts,but before long they can at least get them to go up and down by thinking about it.
Once we were all inside a ‘schlupping’ sound came from behind us. We turned to see the brown mud forming into a mound about four feet high, with a bright yellow ‘eye’ forming at the top. The eye brightened and a keening whine rose before a blindingly bright energy bolt ripped from what we have dubbed the ‘poo monster’ which seared the Elf’s flesh from his skull.
When we got back up to the entry chamber the exit door was closed. A panel slid back in the wall revealing a smallish god’s eye that had a red symbol of a box with an eye in it on a black background; Neither Pelgost nor Fokus knew of any orbital god fitting the description. It appeared to be looking right at us. A machine like voice told us that it was ‘The Computer’ and it was dedicated to our happiness, encouraging us to stay. It also informed us not to leave the chamber, relating that a public management platoon had been dispatched to ensure a joyful and seamless orientation and induction into the happy halls of Alpha Complex.
My daughter drew this robot: