It was a hot summer day where the air was filled with a yellow haze of oppressive heat. No clouds offered their luscious shapes to block the suns searing, scorching rays. Flies were a buzzing around old mans Claymors gas station. It was a rural , mostly for the locals who normally dropped by before or after their days work. He sat in front of the garage, slouched in a rocking chair with his fisherman hat pulled over his eyes.
In the distance, where the heat forces a mirage of silvery liquid on a bone dry pavement- three figures shimmered as if they were taking form. Once they solidified it became clear that these were not normal mortals. Their long dark robes flowed behind them as they walked. Their appendages were tentacles, or masses glistening gelatin with multiple eyes or orifices where none should logically be. They slowly approached Old Man Claymor. If he noticed them, it did not disturb the obvious relaxed state he had set himself in.
They seeped up to him, One on each side of him, and the third stood in front of him. He was surrounded. The one in front, the one whom by body language and demeanor marked as the leader. His head was that of an squid with piercing red glowing eyes. And when he spoke, the tentacles that lined his mouth waved slowly like drugged viperss, his voice was a cold and deep tenor that was tinged with the dark Depth of the seas.
"We are the Elder Gods- We are here to destroy Humanity" It gravely intoned.
"S'alright", the old man said, not moving an inch or moving.
"Do you not understand what you face mortal?" The one with the multiple eyes and mouths bubbling on pudding screeched, "This is oblivion, the day of deep despair!"
"Warm enough for that sort of thing, I suppose" chuckled the old man.
"We are the Elder Gods...we have no concept of good or evil. We are just forces of the universe that will crush the spirit of man, showing him the bleakness, the flatness of all existence! There is no hope, no glory no good nor evil. All shall be desolate chaos!" The last part was spoken in a formal tongue.
"Well, that aint new!" The Old Man said flatly.
At this their leader said... "What the hell are you talking about?! W are ELDER GODS! Do you understand. We are the ultimate expression of darkness, dispair and chaos. You're precious views on the wold do not apply to us...how dare you say it' isn't new! No man has gone through this horror?"
At this the old man tippped back his hat, and looked at the Squids flairing eyes, which were sending of sparks like a demented M 80.
"Soul Sucking, desolation? Flatness, chaos? Pure Bleakness?" At this the old man had a twinkle in his eye and a warmth in his voice " Hell that's a two day drive through the Texas Panhandle.",
He slouched back down and pulled the hat over his eyes. The Elder Gods just stood their and looked at the man for ten minutes. Then they looked at each other for 30.
The Elder Gods, realizing that they were not the most soul crushing thing that mankind has encountered, bought a few bottles of sodas, a package of Slim Jims and headed out to the desert to terrify the jackrabbits.
In the distance, where the heat forces a mirage of silvery liquid on a bone dry pavement- three figures shimmered as if they were taking form. Once they solidified it became clear that these were not normal mortals. Their long dark robes flowed behind them as they walked. Their appendages were tentacles, or masses glistening gelatin with multiple eyes or orifices where none should logically be. They slowly approached Old Man Claymor. If he noticed them, it did not disturb the obvious relaxed state he had set himself in.
They seeped up to him, One on each side of him, and the third stood in front of him. He was surrounded. The one in front, the one whom by body language and demeanor marked as the leader. His head was that of an squid with piercing red glowing eyes. And when he spoke, the tentacles that lined his mouth waved slowly like drugged viperss, his voice was a cold and deep tenor that was tinged with the dark Depth of the seas.
"We are the Elder Gods- We are here to destroy Humanity" It gravely intoned.
"S'alright", the old man said, not moving an inch or moving.
"Do you not understand what you face mortal?" The one with the multiple eyes and mouths bubbling on pudding screeched, "This is oblivion, the day of deep despair!"
"Warm enough for that sort of thing, I suppose" chuckled the old man.
"We are the Elder Gods...we have no concept of good or evil. We are just forces of the universe that will crush the spirit of man, showing him the bleakness, the flatness of all existence! There is no hope, no glory no good nor evil. All shall be desolate chaos!" The last part was spoken in a formal tongue.
"Well, that aint new!" The Old Man said flatly.
At this their leader said... "What the hell are you talking about?! W are ELDER GODS! Do you understand. We are the ultimate expression of darkness, dispair and chaos. You're precious views on the wold do not apply to us...how dare you say it' isn't new! No man has gone through this horror?"
At this the old man tippped back his hat, and looked at the Squids flairing eyes, which were sending of sparks like a demented M 80.
"Soul Sucking, desolation? Flatness, chaos? Pure Bleakness?" At this the old man had a twinkle in his eye and a warmth in his voice " Hell that's a two day drive through the Texas Panhandle.",
He slouched back down and pulled the hat over his eyes. The Elder Gods just stood their and looked at the man for ten minutes. Then they looked at each other for 30.
The Elder Gods, realizing that they were not the most soul crushing thing that mankind has encountered, bought a few bottles of sodas, a package of Slim Jims and headed out to the desert to terrify the jackrabbits.
peggysue:
im not too familiar with tom petty, sorry to hear about your friend. hope all is well 