| From: | Erik Jameson <GKoth2258@***.COM> |
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| Subject: | Not again...(Them? 3, Azzies O) |
| Date: | Tue, 3 Oct 1995 15:33:06 -0400 |
anywhere...got another
download in my private mailbox showing the Azzies getting drek-kicked. This
one's a mite different though...
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The view is obviously from some sort of airborne drone, several hundred
meters, at least, from the ground. It's very difficult, however, to tell how
high the drone really is due to the intense visual magnification.
Below the drone is a small village, no more than two dozen ramshackle
buildings surrounding a somewhat impressive Aztlan temple. For a moment, the
camera pulls back, and you can see a few more huts in the outlying area, next
to what must be subsistence farms in the rolling green hills. The camera
then zooms back in tight to the temple area.
Perhaps fifty people, dressed in not much more than what we would
consider rags, are gathered in "front" of the temple. Atop the temple
(possibly about 15 to 16 meters tall?) is what must be an Aztlaner priest,
dressed in very colorful religious regalia. Bound across a square stone in
front of the priest is a naked young woman, perhaps no older than 13 or 14,
the fear obvious in her face. But strangely enough, her mouth is not open to
make even a wimper, her body seems relaxed.
The priest has now drawn, from some hidden sheath, an obsidian knife has
raised it up high above his head. He is clearly shouting something, but
either the drone is too far away to pick it up, or there is simply no audio.
The crowd almost seems disinterested, with the exception of what must be the
child's mother and father, the mother holding the painfully stoic father
tightly.
The priest seems poised to plunge the obsidian knife into the young
woman's chest when suddenly the priest no longer has a hand. You stop the
play back and play this section over again in slow-motion and you see his
hand and part of his forearm just vaporize into a cloud of red. Normal
playback resumes and the priest is staring stupidly at his arm, somehow not
comprehending his hand in no longer there. The crowd stares around wildy for
a few moments, wondering what has happened. From the edges of the camera
come what must be the attackers, rushing in towards the temple with shocking
speed. It only takes a moment to realize the strange attackers are the same
eight dragon suits. The men in their scultped dragon armor have their
weapons drawn, but are not firing them. By now they have all reached to
bottom of the temple, and are past the crowd. With what must be powered
leaps, the eight bound up the temple, reaching the top, and the priest, even
before the crowd has had time to turn and flee back to their home and
hide-outs. The camera now zooms into the scene atop the temple.
One of the eight, shaded almost a burgundy, has popped blades from a
left forearm sheath and has sliced the crude hemp ropes that bound the young
woman/child to the sacrificial stone. The girl is to dazed and suprised to
do more than just lay there however. The one in the deep blood red armor,
the one you have guessed is the leader, has drawn a sword from a hip sheath,
something he has never carried before. The sword is short, less than a meter
long total, and is inscribed with strange designs, all surrounding a
dragon-like design along the length of the blade. The blade also has the
strange bronze-orange reflective sheen to it that many orichalcum blades
have. By now the priest's forearm has begun to bleed, but the wound must
have been cauterized at least some because it isn't spurting blood as you
might expect.
The burgundy dragon soldier has removed the girl from the sacrificial
stone and appears to be doing a medical survey of her.
The sacrificial block is now occupied by the priest, having been shoved
onto it by a bright crimson dragon soldier. The priest struggles, but is
being held down by the same man in the crimson armor. The blood-red dragon
soldier with blinding speed raised the strange blade high, and then swung it
downward to neatly sever the priest's head. Blood spurts out forcefully, but
not into the sacrificial basin, for several long seconds, then is nothing
more than a rapid flow.
The dragon soldiers then remove black blocks from each other's back and
drops them into the single entrance atop the temple. Four black squares in
all. The dragon soldiers then start walking down the temple, the burgundy
one carrying the 13-year old girl. Quickly they are down the steps. The
girl is placed in front of one of the ramshackle huts in the village, then
the dragon soldiers take off in a run. Seconds after they exit the frame,
the temple detonates, collapsing in upon itself.
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My only comment is that I thought they didn't do human sacrifice? Or if
they did, it was like a version of the death penalty reserved for spies and
stuff. Almost made me hurl my Nuke-It Burrito...]<<<<<
-Rage<11:50:29/10-3-56>
