Post by The Doctor on Nov 14, 2007 22:23:44 GMT
From the TMUK Archives, September 2001.
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THE TRANSFORMERS : "!"
Written by Ralph Burns.
It was the end of history.
Whatever happened next would be utterly insignificent.
His own personal world was destroyed, wiped out in the blink of an eye by a monster from another world. When he had woken up that morning, he had envisaged simply going to work after a quick stop-over in the local Mc.Donalds for a bacon roll, and from there getting on with his daily business. The simple act of earning his wages, the wages which put a roof over his head and food upon his table.
All gone now.
Difficult to say how it had happened. A sudden flash of steel and fire and they were there. Alien agents of unknown origin and purpose. Without compunction, without mercy, they had unleashed terrible powers against each other. Terrible blazes of colour lashing out through the air. No regard for the little, fragile beings around them.
He neither knew nor cared why they were fighting each other. He neither knew nor cared why fighting took place at all. Being buried under rubble was enough to form such an opinion. Even now, he could hear them up there. Metallic feet pounding the very earth itself.
Dark.
Light.
And then there was silence. He could see the sun. A little portal of light had opened up above him. A human face stared down at him.
Perhaps there was hope after all.
THE END.
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12/9/01
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THE TRANSFORMERS : "!"
Written by Ralph Burns.
It was the end of history.
Whatever happened next would be utterly insignificent.
His own personal world was destroyed, wiped out in the blink of an eye by a monster from another world. When he had woken up that morning, he had envisaged simply going to work after a quick stop-over in the local Mc.Donalds for a bacon roll, and from there getting on with his daily business. The simple act of earning his wages, the wages which put a roof over his head and food upon his table.
All gone now.
Difficult to say how it had happened. A sudden flash of steel and fire and they were there. Alien agents of unknown origin and purpose. Without compunction, without mercy, they had unleashed terrible powers against each other. Terrible blazes of colour lashing out through the air. No regard for the little, fragile beings around them.
He neither knew nor cared why they were fighting each other. He neither knew nor cared why fighting took place at all. Being buried under rubble was enough to form such an opinion. Even now, he could hear them up there. Metallic feet pounding the very earth itself.
Dark.
Light.
And then there was silence. He could see the sun. A little portal of light had opened up above him. A human face stared down at him.
Perhaps there was hope after all.
THE END.
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12/9/01