Serisium
09-13-2008, 08:12 AM
I got really bored during school and I thought, why not write a backstory to Dino Run? This is the first time I've written this sort of story, so I'm sorry if it sucks, and if it does, please give me good criticism so I can get better. This is also just the prologue, so it isn't very long.
The apocalypse is upon us. The darkness has encompassed half of our land and is quickly gaining acreage by the minute, turning everything to evil with its corrupt power. Every day the corruption spreads, possessing everyone in its path. Even the best of the soldiers have succumbed to the darkness and are now aiding the enemy take the very land they once called home. Now our only hope is to run.
It all started four months ago. And ancient alchemist had finally discovered the secret to turning any ordinary material to gold. The only problem was that it took the power of a living being to perform. There wasn’t much of a problem though; he could just fuel it with worms and other relatively useless insects.
So he began to amass a fortune of gold. Quickly he began to realize that it was not enough. He needed more money, and the only way to achieve that was with better fuel than the worms. He settled on a dying villager who was plagued by an unknown sickness. He had no friends or family watching over him so nobody would notice him missing. Once he was captured, the alchemist began to sap the life force out of him in exchange for pure gold of the highest quality. Eventually, even the greedy alchemist had decided he’d had enough, so he ran back to the town to squander his wealth.
Meanwhile, the villager’s mind, his entire soul was split in two parts. One side with all of his wisdom and joy and all good emotions, coupled with the deadly sickness that was killing him and the other with all of the evil and sin that reside in every man’s heart. The alchemist had left him in a half-dead, half-alive state so he was unconscious, but his mind was in a flurry of activity. He was inside a metaphorical battle with himself and the evil side dominated, leaving his heart a ruined host ready for corruption.
With the evil guiding him and all signs of the sickness gone, he awoke with unbridled anger towards the world. He would destroy it and smash it into oblivion, leaving nothing but a cloud of dust in the sky. He was no longer human; he was the pure essence of concentrated evil and nothing could, or would, dare stand in his way.
The apocalypse is upon us. The darkness has encompassed half of our land and is quickly gaining acreage by the minute, turning everything to evil with its corrupt power. Every day the corruption spreads, possessing everyone in its path. Even the best of the soldiers have succumbed to the darkness and are now aiding the enemy take the very land they once called home. Now our only hope is to run.
It all started four months ago. And ancient alchemist had finally discovered the secret to turning any ordinary material to gold. The only problem was that it took the power of a living being to perform. There wasn’t much of a problem though; he could just fuel it with worms and other relatively useless insects.
So he began to amass a fortune of gold. Quickly he began to realize that it was not enough. He needed more money, and the only way to achieve that was with better fuel than the worms. He settled on a dying villager who was plagued by an unknown sickness. He had no friends or family watching over him so nobody would notice him missing. Once he was captured, the alchemist began to sap the life force out of him in exchange for pure gold of the highest quality. Eventually, even the greedy alchemist had decided he’d had enough, so he ran back to the town to squander his wealth.
Meanwhile, the villager’s mind, his entire soul was split in two parts. One side with all of his wisdom and joy and all good emotions, coupled with the deadly sickness that was killing him and the other with all of the evil and sin that reside in every man’s heart. The alchemist had left him in a half-dead, half-alive state so he was unconscious, but his mind was in a flurry of activity. He was inside a metaphorical battle with himself and the evil side dominated, leaving his heart a ruined host ready for corruption.
With the evil guiding him and all signs of the sickness gone, he awoke with unbridled anger towards the world. He would destroy it and smash it into oblivion, leaving nothing but a cloud of dust in the sky. He was no longer human; he was the pure essence of concentrated evil and nothing could, or would, dare stand in his way.