Raem
24-05-2005, 01:42
((Abandon hope all ye who enter here.))
An old and ill-used TV relay sparks to faltering life deep in a desert left irradiated and lifeless by long-forgotten battles.
...
Through the static comes at last a signal:
A beautiful man stands before a white plaster and marble building built at the edge of the desert, dressed in snappy formal clothes and wearing his hair long and unbraided. "The Old Empire Art Museum is slated to open this week. Among the guests expected at the opening party are Emperor Aleksandr," he says before being interrupted by a burst of static. When the picture returns, it depicts a masked figure spattered with blood. "The museum is open, mon keigh."
An old and ill-used TV relay sparks to faltering life deep in a desert left irradiated and lifeless by long-forgotten battles.
...
Through the static comes at last a signal:
A beautiful man stands before a white plaster and marble building built at the edge of the desert, dressed in snappy formal clothes and wearing his hair long and unbraided. "The Old Empire Art Museum is slated to open this week. Among the guests expected at the opening party are Emperor Aleksandr," he says before being interrupted by a burst of static. When the picture returns, it depicts a masked figure spattered with blood. "The museum is open, mon keigh."