AlphaZero
Dracula's not an Avenger? That lying fuck!
- Joined
- Aug 4, 2013
Black cloud hung thick in skies above the Arizona desert, blotting out the moon and stars and plunging the badlands into total darkrnss. Launterns moved in the still night amid the abandoned buildings of mining town abandoned years ago, showing an unusual amount of activity for a ghost town. The offical story was that the mine had run dry so the company packed up and left, the citizens where not far behind.
The truth was more sinister than that.
They had unearthed something in the bowels of the Earth, some ancient temple to some god worshipped in a time so long ago that humanity couldn't even begin to fathom the age of it. Whatever was worshipped in this place went beyond human understanding and naturally the idioits of the mining company decided they needed to worship this ancient diety and worse it needed to be brought to the world of humans. They slaughtered the miners and towns people in bloody ritual hoping to bring the thing forward from the void.
But The Watchers couldn't allow that. Which is how Gideon Cross ended up lurking on a rooftop, watching one the armed guards saunter down the street whsiteling an off key tune. Cross had spent a lot of time lurking in shadows lately, but he found himself with a condition that made sunlight dangerous to his health. If he did travel during the day he generally kept himself covered from head to toe.
Fingers brushed over Sigal burned into the back of his neck.
I count four in town. No telling how many below ground. We should just collapse the tunnels, burry the nutjobs with their so called god.
He took a step forward, falling from the roof like a silent preditor in the night, the only sound the rustling of his duster as it flaired out around him. No sound when he landed and he took a quick step back into a darkened building, narrowly avoding the beam of a launtern from one of the watchmen. Cross watched the man pass, to him the street looked no different in total dark than it did under the harash noon sun. There was a whsiper of steel on leather as slipped a massive recover from the holster tied to his thigh.
Thoughts Cas?
The truth was more sinister than that.
They had unearthed something in the bowels of the Earth, some ancient temple to some god worshipped in a time so long ago that humanity couldn't even begin to fathom the age of it. Whatever was worshipped in this place went beyond human understanding and naturally the idioits of the mining company decided they needed to worship this ancient diety and worse it needed to be brought to the world of humans. They slaughtered the miners and towns people in bloody ritual hoping to bring the thing forward from the void.
But The Watchers couldn't allow that. Which is how Gideon Cross ended up lurking on a rooftop, watching one the armed guards saunter down the street whsiteling an off key tune. Cross had spent a lot of time lurking in shadows lately, but he found himself with a condition that made sunlight dangerous to his health. If he did travel during the day he generally kept himself covered from head to toe.
Fingers brushed over Sigal burned into the back of his neck.
I count four in town. No telling how many below ground. We should just collapse the tunnels, burry the nutjobs with their so called god.
He took a step forward, falling from the roof like a silent preditor in the night, the only sound the rustling of his duster as it flaired out around him. No sound when he landed and he took a quick step back into a darkened building, narrowly avoding the beam of a launtern from one of the watchmen. Cross watched the man pass, to him the street looked no different in total dark than it did under the harash noon sun. There was a whsiper of steel on leather as slipped a massive recover from the holster tied to his thigh.
Thoughts Cas?