Maken Tosch
DUST University
Ivy League
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Posted - 2014.02.18 05:19:00 -
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It is a bright and cloudless day over a vast forest.
As one begins to admire the beauty of nature, a sound is heard.
Faint, but audible.
Thumping sounds.
Upon getting closer to the source of the sound, a city is spotted in the vast distance.
Not a modern-day city of steel and glass, but a city of stone and ziggurats.
The faint sound grows louder and louder.
The sound of beating drums mixed with sounds of a roaring crowd.
The city comes into full view and reveals a large number of Dust mercenaries dressed up in Minmatar scout suits decorated with strange tribal symbols.
They are chanting and dancing.
A ritual is being performed it seems.
An clear path is made through the crowd towards the tallest Ziggurat in the city.
It is for a group of Minmatar logi tribesmen.
They appear to be escorting someone.
Someone tied with rope and forced to walk.
It is an Amarrian assault.
Weak and unable to repair its last sliver of armor.
Passing through the crowd, chants of strange languages can be heard.
Some shout and curse at the Amarrian.
Some shaking their sticks decorated with skulls of dead Amarrian mercs.
An old Minmatar scout sneaks his way out of the crowd to sprinkle dyed water at the Amarrian.
He mutters something... incoherent.
He is pushed back into the crowd by the escort.
They reach the foot of the Ziggurat and climb the seemingly endless steps to the top of the structure.
Drums continue.
More chanting follows.
The Amarrian is forced up the steps.
Blood is seen on the steps.
Mostly dry from previous victims.
The Amarrian becomes scared for once in his life.
The steps seem to go on forever.
The crowd appearing to shrink behind the escort.
The top of the stone structure appearing to grow larger.
Trees from distant lands can be seen.
The sun bearing down on the Amarrian on this cloudless day.
The blood is becoming less dry.
A very recent victim was here before.
Perhaps, just now...
A lifeless body tumbles down on the adjacent steps past the escort.
The crowd can be heard cheering.
They have reached the top of the structure.
A stone block is made ready.
It is for the Amarrian.
A Minmatar scout stands behind the block.
He is the chief priest.
Two Minmatar logis standing on the side.
The Amarrian is forced to rest on the block.
He struggles but is too weak to escape.
The sun is high above.
A young man brings something to the priest.
A nova knife.
Cleaned of its last victim's blood.
The priest grasps the handle.
Blade pointed to the sky.
The sun's light gleams on its sharp surface and reflects to the crowd below.
The crowd roars and continues its chant.
The chief priest utters a few words at the sun in some ancient language.
He is making an offering to the sun.
He looks down at the Amarrian set on the block.
"Do you know why you are here?" He asks him.
"No." Responds the Amarrian.
"We must do what we must appease the gods so that us scouts can finally get the love we deserve."
"But CCP has already confirmed you're getting that love." Said the Amarrian.
The priest says "None the less, we must be sure."
Knives begin to charge.
The blade aimed at the heart.
/ssshhhhinggggggggggghhhhhh
The crowd roars once more.
A heart emerges from the now-dead corpse.
The sun accepts the offering as the heart is set to roast on a plate.
The body now tumbles on the very steps it walked on.
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