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Just a little something I wrote- if you're aware of Lovecraft's Cthulhu Mythos this should make more sense and reveal some elements of the plot sooner than they would otherwise be revealed.
Act 1. The Marathon Project
The elegant silver space craft was propelled into the cold depths of space, its journey had been a trial that had already tested many of its crew to their destruction. The journey however was far from over…
A long series of cataclysmic events had thrown mankind to the brink of destruction- started over a century ago when for five days the world was plunged into chaos, when once rational people took to the streets in an orgy of bloodshed and destruction.
Martial Law was enforced in many nations and the bloodshed spilled into the schools and the churches but eventually some sense of order was restored.
Less than five years passed before the next cataclysm in which the Black Armies of Jacob Kane spilled forth from Africa launching a campaign of global conquest over Europe and Asia. Strange weapons they bore- massive glowing contraptions, dirty soot covered machines hauled on heavy trailers to spread poison and disease.
The Black Armies held once great cities to ransom and bent entire nations to their will, and it seemed that it was only a matter of time before the entire world fell before their onslaught. But then a fleet of silver planes- in the service of the free nations and their allies struck back with new and devastating weapons and most importantly knowledge…
A single shard of luck had revealed the location of Jacob Kane and he and all life for 20 miles around him was permanently erased from existence. Without its head the great beast that was the Black Army was divided and soon scattered to the four winds.
Though there were tales- tales of a man who had been the true power behind the Black Armies, small circles of cynical men spoke in hushed whispers of a true leader who travelled in mystery and surrounded by a fog of despair.
Before these tales could be more thoroughly examined for truth a new threat emerged as though it were biding its time for the defeat of the Black Armies. Vile and deformed creatures spilled forth from the dark depths of the ocean, attacking lonely ships and costal towns. It was said that these new enemies were once men who had sold their souls and their humanity for terrible profits.
These deformed mockeries of human form were dealt with at every possible opportunity, yet despite resistance their attacks penetrated deeper and deeper inland with each attempt. Soon they were joined by other beings that moved with a single mind, yet their bodies were thick bundles of worms that seemed fused together in a manner abhorrent to all who looked upon them.
Mad prophets screamed of the end times and the rapture, the day upon which mankind would be judged and those who were worthy would ascent to Heaven. This time had finally come to pass and if there was a God watching the events which unfolded he was rather indifferent to the suffering, possibly even enjoying it.
In desperation occultists and scholars learnt the truth, though what they finally learnt did not set them free. Mankind were not the masters of Earth but were in reality its caretakers, this world had been claimed in its infancy by the Great Old Ones, cruel godlike beings who had filtered down through space.
Soon the time of the Great Return would arrive and some even embraced this fate, the time when they would become as the Great Old Ones; free and wild and beyond good and evil, with laws and morals thrown aside and all men shouting and killing and revelling in joy.
Others dedicated their lives towards a new start, towards finding another world free of such terrible influence. Mankind could be reborn in another place beyond the void and not in the image of loathsome alien Gods.
Marathon would give humanity a fresh start, no more would they be broken shells forced to accept their doom and inevitable destruction. They would be free to roam the stars, free to pursue their own destiny and perhaps one day Earth would be their world once more.
For Marathon was more than a simple ship of sliver, Marathon was a mission.
Harsh mocking laughter could be heard, beyond the ship and beyond the void in the centre of the universe, at a royal court that had existed since before the dawn of time.
a captivating story indeed, hats off for you :yes:
also thankful you write it in sections, easier to read
""What's the matter? Don't ya like clowns? Don't we make ya laugh?" - Captain Spaulding.
The "history" seems a bit rushed but i sense it's supposed to be a summary of events- that lead up to where the story is now.
Oh and bundles of worms? You like tentacles way tooo much :tongue:
I still hate Twiglets!
As well written as it is, I would have to agree, the history definately seems rushed, like a history in a game manual or something. Perhaps posting this an introduction before the rest of the story would work better, no.? After that, you could post a start to the story, with er... characters, that is.
Well the plan was to have an overview of the Old Ones reclamation of Earth so that when I came to the characters the reader would already be somewhat knowledgeable of the trail of events.
Also the events have connections running through them that will become more obvious to those that are well read in the works of Lovecraft.