Post by atum on Sept 11, 2023 5:12:02 GMT -6
"In..teresting!", his awkward cadence could not hide the excitement present in his voice. He had traveled across the lands, searching far and wide. In his travels he had seen many a different landscape from valleys, to trees, to mountains, deserts, barren wastes -- but this time it was different. He was not alone. Atum stood atop a giant structure. It seemed to stretch higher than any tree and gave him the perfect vantage point to inspect these creatures.
People of the Earth in all shapes and sizes walked or drove the streets with little a care. It seemed nobody had noticed him atop his perch, or if they did they had not made it known. He had not made any attempt to hide himself, a distinct figure standing at the top of a skyscraper. He'd traversed the rooftops of the city for the past few hours simply taking in his surroundings and gleaning what he could from the citizens below. He'd done a decent job of deciphering the language and customs. The corners of his face lifted into a smirk; this morning he could not speak at all, now he could probably pass for a regular Earthling if diplomacy was required. But Atum was not born to be a diplomat -- he was born to be a God. And in order to do that getting off planet was a necessity. He doubted he'd be able to find the parts just by looking around, but with enough material he could always just build his own. And here he stood surrounded by everything he needed. It was a simple decision. Without another word he descended on the unsuspecting world. The sight of his shadow was the only warning to the busy street below.
CrAACK!
Where a food truck once stood was now only a smoking crater - and one silhouette scarfing down a couple kebabs as he emerged.
"H-ello! wESt CiTY! Hmm...Stiill ne-eds some work."
People fled in all directions trying to get away as he threw the remains of the food truck into the side of a building. Atum seemed to barely register the chaos all around him. Instead, inspecting the destruction he'd caused while nodding in thought, a wide cheshire grin forming. This would be much easier than he'd anticipated. These Earthling structures would be the perfect material to harvest for his ship. He gave a predatory scan over the few people that remained; too scared to even run. The idea was so foreign to him, Atum couldn't help but find it funny. So he laughed -- long and deep as faces looked on horrified.
"It seems diplomacy was never an option. Not when you're all so frail.", it was a statement directed towards himself but his attention fell on one lone unlucky child caught in the carnage.
"Your parents have fled. You should too... run...before you DIE~!"
He punctuated the point by ripping up a slab of concrete and hurling it into the destroyed building.
People of the Earth in all shapes and sizes walked or drove the streets with little a care. It seemed nobody had noticed him atop his perch, or if they did they had not made it known. He had not made any attempt to hide himself, a distinct figure standing at the top of a skyscraper. He'd traversed the rooftops of the city for the past few hours simply taking in his surroundings and gleaning what he could from the citizens below. He'd done a decent job of deciphering the language and customs. The corners of his face lifted into a smirk; this morning he could not speak at all, now he could probably pass for a regular Earthling if diplomacy was required. But Atum was not born to be a diplomat -- he was born to be a God. And in order to do that getting off planet was a necessity. He doubted he'd be able to find the parts just by looking around, but with enough material he could always just build his own. And here he stood surrounded by everything he needed. It was a simple decision. Without another word he descended on the unsuspecting world. The sight of his shadow was the only warning to the busy street below.
CrAACK!
Where a food truck once stood was now only a smoking crater - and one silhouette scarfing down a couple kebabs as he emerged.
"H-ello! wESt CiTY! Hmm...Stiill ne-eds some work."
People fled in all directions trying to get away as he threw the remains of the food truck into the side of a building. Atum seemed to barely register the chaos all around him. Instead, inspecting the destruction he'd caused while nodding in thought, a wide cheshire grin forming. This would be much easier than he'd anticipated. These Earthling structures would be the perfect material to harvest for his ship. He gave a predatory scan over the few people that remained; too scared to even run. The idea was so foreign to him, Atum couldn't help but find it funny. So he laughed -- long and deep as faces looked on horrified.
"It seems diplomacy was never an option. Not when you're all so frail.", it was a statement directed towards himself but his attention fell on one lone unlucky child caught in the carnage.
"Your parents have fled. You should too... run...before you DIE~!"
He punctuated the point by ripping up a slab of concrete and hurling it into the destroyed building.