Stay Away From Sandworms *OPEN* « Thread Started on Jul 15, 2009, 7:08am »
Betelgeuse was walking along the perimeters of his soul entrapment. He saw a newspaper on the ground and to his surprise it was the obituaries.
"Well... ah... I better look for a job," He said to himself.
Betelgeuse opened up the newspaper and began reading it as he walked, unknowingly right out of his boundaries and into Saturn. He soon became aware of a sand-like substance hitting his mouth. Betelgeuse spat, unknowing and uncaring what it was. Suddenly it hit him. Saturn. He heard the unmistakable growl of a Sandworm. Slowly Betelgeuse looked up, mouth agate. He froze for a minute and dropped his newspaper.
"Fuck..." He said aloud. He began running to a near by Red Rock. All the rocks were shaped funny but he spotted one that was just like a large circle. He tripped in the sand but climbed back onto his feet in a matter of seconds. He turned to look behind him, but couldn't see the sandworm. With two hands he hopped onto the rock. He leaded back onto one side of the circle pulling his feet up. He sprawled out onto the rock crossing his legs. He comfortably lay on the rock hoping it was good enough shelter.
He looked around for a portal back home, but no prevail. A sandworm screeched in the distance.
"I fuckin' hate Saturn," he said to himself resting his head on the rock and closing his eyes.
Just then he heard voices. His ears perked up and he opened his eyes, turning his head as if to track the sounds. He grinned. What other saps could have gotten trapped in this place?
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Re: Stay Away From Sandworms *OPEN* « Reply #1 on Jul 16, 2009, 1:19pm »
Raoul Duke had decided that he must be on something terrible if this was the sort of hallucination he got! The dense atmoshpere with all of its dust reminded him of a desert, but the wind speeds just had to be faster and more dnagerous than any desert on planet earth.
Running this information through his mind, and even though he knew he had to be back on Earth in some hotel room sleeping through this high - he decided that he just had to be on some other planted. Saturn perhaps, known for having sixty-one moons, a gravity somewhere between Earth and Jupiter and having wind speeds that can reach up to 1,800 k/m.
Saturn was the the Roman god for Argiculture, his wifes name was Ops and he fathered Ceres, Jupiter, Veritas, Pluto and Neptune. Saturn is also the names sake of Saturday. The perfect day of the week, the day where you could sleep off any high or drunkness not to mention that you had an extra day to relax before your week began again.
Raoul wondered what his editor at L.A. Times would think if he wrote about his adventures here. What would he called it....
Fear and Loathing on Saturn....? Saturn - the decapitated planet...?
Looking around, Raoul decided that he needed to find something to write on, he had no pencil or paper on him, therefore, no way to write down any of his thoughts.
A scream that sounded like a cross between nails scratching on a chalk board and a whinning puppy sounded in the not so far off distance. Raoul grabbed his bat-swatter up and held it in front of him.
"Could that be a Space-Bat? something with long fangs and a thirst for human blood?" he said around his cigarette that had long since gone out, now only the filter could be seen from the mouth piece.