Merry Moonpocalypse

“The crickets are chirping… the world is shaking. It rumbles with the gravity of the emotionless motion of the moon. We cannot do anything. We don’t have anything, definitely not. Not like a magical instrument that can send us back three days in the past. We’re stuck here.

Like this guy- the guard, and the man who wants the moon to fall. His pride, his ego… does it all-any of it matter? No. In the end both of them: the one honour-bound by his duty to stop kids from getting out of the town, to this guy that is just upset that all of his friends left him. They’ll suffer the same fate.

As the moon draws closer, and twilight inevitably reaches…. Silence, still, and shaking… And only Link- his little cries, his little rolls… is all the sound in the world; the crackling of fire.

And now ERUPTION. The festivities have begun. It’s time for the world to end.

The carnival has begun, and the world swells with sound: echoing, harrowing, and bells toll for the apocalypse.

Six minutes remain…

The moon; blood red. As it nears ever closer into the clock tower. Fire still burning, unaware that it’s about to go out.

Can’t escape.

It shakes and it shakes…. But we cannot break the moon. If only we could- if only we could stop this. The world spinning in our heads.

The banners; colourful. Reminding us of what was, and what will’ve been. What could’ve been. The carnival, a time of joy. But now only sorrow.

Eyes. Locked. They know something we don’t. And it’s treacherous. It’s devious. It’s death. The bells toll once more.

Three minutes remain…

How has our time been spent? Wandering aimlessly. But now we can only pace in despair.

It wants to consume everything. Consume. Consume it all. And in its wake. Nothing but ash.

One minute…

There is no hope. Silence will swiftly settle our souls soon enough. The counter glows red. Beeps in agony. The shaking grows and grows. And as we get into the fourth day.

The bell tolls increasingly… quicker! Faster! Cause it knows what kind of disasters will wrought the world in 5. 4. 3. 2. 1.

The end time is here… let the fire engulf everything. In the void. We cannot escape it. Taunting us.

You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?” - Waj, Dec 21st 2018