Late is the hour, dark the night. Clouds blanket out the moon and stars. A lone figure is seen slipping out of the forest and onto the main road leading into the village, in search of it's doctor.
The secret device behind the most feared corrosive substance to ever plague the mortal realms.
An ancient, psuedo-immortal race has been manipulating something important (politics, religion, economics, etc.) for centuries. Hardly anyone is aware of them, let alone their goals.
Ideas ( Lifeforms ) | October 14, 2002 |