Board Thread:Series Discussion/@comment-5456782-20170115032748/@comment-5456782-20170120001808

secret leak ;;;;-)

A man stands at the edge of a crater, with flames audibly cracking in the background. Despite the light produced by the flames, the trees behind him are practically nothing but darkness. The man begins to stumble down the earthen “ramps” of the pit, before the weak ground finally gives in and his stumble transitions into an all-out slide, lasting until he reaches the epicenter of the disaster.

                 The camera pans upward, and we finally see the cause of the pit. A massive black disc, adorned with pulsating green lights, sits in the center. As the man gingerly extends a shaky hand, the disc shoots to life. It begins to purr and slowly rise upward, until it is hovering a few feet off of the ground, slightly above the man’s eye level.

                 The man stares in awe at this alien technology, his hands gingerly reaching upward. His mind has been too amazed to think coherently, but he luckily recoils in nearly an instant as the space between the disc’s underbelly and the ground begins to fill with a green static energy.

                 The static begins to reform itself into a shape, one strangely alien yet familiar. Within a few moments, the static appears to have taken the shape of a small gnarled tree, only around six feet tall. However, the “tree” begins to lower its limbs, revealing them to be gaunt forearms, topped off with long, bony fingers. The legs separate, just as gangly, ending with two flipper-like feet. The torso is just as thin as the rest of the body, but with a noticeable pot belly. The most striking part of all of the figures’ features would ultimately be the creature’s head, which is as large as a watermelon and coconut shaped. Two large walnut-shaped eyes are located on the sides of the head, with two nostrils in the center and a smooth, lipless mouth below.

                 “Mister… Powers…” the creature struggles to say, its voice surprisingly audible over the sound of the crackling flames, night wind, static, and hum of the disc. The man, Mr. Powers, looks on in disbelief. He can barely form a reply.

                 “H-how do you know my name?”

                 “You… are… the… chosen… one…”