Post by Yzxstuhl on Jul 5, 2013 5:18:52 GMT
Town square was almost completely deserted. The sun was setting quickly, but due to events over the past few hours the town hall had been rendered practically abandoned the whole day. Why? Because of the Thing. It had been there since late at night, when nobody was watching; it seemed to simply appear from nowhere. As the sun had come up that morning, some had left their houses to find the large crate in the middle of the square. There were no distinguishing marks on it, so all one could do was open it. Inside, was a large metal box, approximately four meters tall, long, and wide, made entirely of a single substance with no apparent openings or gaps. Someone had poked it to see what it would do; that was when the tapping started.
Due to the Thing's lack of openings or cracks, it was impossible to simply open it up and see what was tapping inside. The tapping was loud, strong; almost like thunder during a storm. It was constant, and if one listened to it for too long, they would surely go mad. Every five seconds, a strange grinding noise could be heard inside; every ten seconds, there was the tapping. Whatever it was, it was big, sounded very angry, and nobody wanted to find out what it was. Except for one or two, of coarse.
A group of tables had been set up next to the box; the first had an ink well and notes scattered across its surface, in the handwriting of a particular white unicorn inventor; the other three tables had various devices and equipment scattered messily across them, mostly seeming to be to take measurements. There was a single chair, lying abandoned in the middle of the group; the owner of all of this, however, was apparently abandoned. As the sun set, another mysterious property of the box became apparent; it began to glow an eerie green glow from no apparent source.
Due to the Thing's lack of openings or cracks, it was impossible to simply open it up and see what was tapping inside. The tapping was loud, strong; almost like thunder during a storm. It was constant, and if one listened to it for too long, they would surely go mad. Every five seconds, a strange grinding noise could be heard inside; every ten seconds, there was the tapping. Whatever it was, it was big, sounded very angry, and nobody wanted to find out what it was. Except for one or two, of coarse.
A group of tables had been set up next to the box; the first had an ink well and notes scattered across its surface, in the handwriting of a particular white unicorn inventor; the other three tables had various devices and equipment scattered messily across them, mostly seeming to be to take measurements. There was a single chair, lying abandoned in the middle of the group; the owner of all of this, however, was apparently abandoned. As the sun set, another mysterious property of the box became apparent; it began to glow an eerie green glow from no apparent source.