€œDamn thing’s too freaking heavy,†he whined. “You idiot! You aren’t supposed to actually hit the stage.†Seventeen extras in horrid rubber goblin suits began to waddle out to the lot, lighting cigarettes, their large costume heads under their arms. Several of the stagehands chuckled and cast sideways glances my way. €œEverybody take fifteen,†Carl said into his megaphone. The overhead lights came up, and the soundstage appeared, shattering the image of a vengeful King of Rock and Roll and his mighty sword of doom. JJ flung the sword to the ground, sending the goblins into full retreat. Fully one-third of the blade ricocheted toward the goblins, who scattered, squealing.Īctors are so stupidâ€"not supposed to actually hit the stage. Instead, I watched the sword strike the ferrocrete stage and snap. He swung the sword to drag it across the rocky crag and shower sparks down upon the goblin horde at his feet. With this I cast the goblins from this land.†“I claim this, my birthright: this sword, made from the shattered horn of Memphisto, and handed down to me from my father, and from his father before him. €œI declare this land free from oppression,†he called. The ebony blade he held above his head drank in the light, casting a halo around his upraised hands. Tiny shafts of light sprayed from the crystals adorning his glowing white armor. His pompadour, tall and proud as a cockscomb, blocked the sun, casting his face in shadow. THE WARRIOR KING STOOD ATOP THE HILL, THE LIGHT OF A new dawn cresting behind him.
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