Within the twisting and changing chaos of space and time, a new world, untouched by creation, has sprouted. It is a blank canvas.. all that exists… are endless fields of grass. The water lies deep beneath its crust… waiting to erupt… or perhaps waiting for something to bring it up. It is a sandbox, made of grass… it is waiting for the brush of a painter… or.. the brushes of many painters.
Meanwhile… at the foot of the Throne of Creation… a massive, titanic sized man sits… watching over his children.. their powers all different… unique, horrifying, powerful. He smiles.. knowing that one of them will be his successor.. and that one of them will release him from the bonds of life… to be scattered across the eons, like seeds to the fields.
From this crop of his dear children… he’d place in a basket… and send them floating across the stars as if it were a swirling black sea… a millennium passed… and then.. now adolescents.. they’d see it.. a world.. untouched… waiting to be populated… shaped… they had found their Playground.
Hosted and narrated by:
Nelson Pingitore (Steelsmith)
Scenes played: 2
License: Community License