Board Thread:Role-Playing/@comment-5869016-20140907054745/@comment-15383081-20141011005412

Darkness.....several hours pass....Geyser, now in a broken and tattered base form, can hear only his own feint steady breathing. His powerful imagination and integration to his body displayed the most vital information of his body such as his blood level, skeletal integrity ect. on a hud as if he were pretending to be a cyborg beginning its bootup sequence. He could feel a warm dampness surrounding his legs and ears as well as something dried up along his left eye. His right shoulder was disclocated and that same arm was broken in several places. On his lower body he could feel his left femur jutting out. His chest lay heavy and caved in from a massive amount of rock laying idle there without resistance, his ribs shattered. His fist...the skin was gone, exposing gashed remains of muscle, tendons and fine bone. How could he hope to mend the land? This was his only concern.

Tears now trickled down his face, some from the immense pain that not even shock could treat but mostly from the reckless damage he had caused to his home. Alys crossed his mind, now more tears came down as he continually wept. Guilt swept over him, the guilt of being an absent husband, father, brother, and son. Was this the burden he needed to carry in order to keep his home safe? To sacrifice the very purpose of life to serve as a guardian so others could live happily?

Was he to be the Atlas of creation? If he wouldn't then who would? He cursed at his destiny, causing him to weep further in self-pity. He began to question his role in the war of the gods...why couldn't he just die? Of course he knew the answers but refused to believe them.

In that crater he would lay slowly repairing his body, there would be no intervention this time. A mere mortal left to defy the will of the divine...he was alone.