Here begins the newest version of Krillis, GMed by the newest version of Tadeusz.  :)

In reply to Tadeusz (msg # 1):

OOC: Version 3.4 or is it 3.9?


Its late at night.  You are marking up papers, occasionally chuckling madly at the bad English involved when you reach for a cup of coffee.  Weary fingers, and a fuzzy brain means it falls off the desk onto the floor.  Looking down, you see the puddle leak into the space between two plugs of a short extension cord.  Zaaap. Your laptop, hooked up to your power cord, is on fire.  You leap back...


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Cool, dry air flows over your face.  Something flat crunches under  your shoulders.  Looking up, you see a white line against a green and gray sky.  The light is that of late evening.

Version Beta Alpha 2.4 - you can hardly count the last two. They were so short-lived. And the first should have probably stayed retired in that infinite space Beyond.

I smell the air first, and notice distinctly that it doesn't match what I'm used to. It's possible that the recent heat would lower the humidity some, but not by enough to distinguish it as "dry." When I open my eyes, my questions about the air fall away and are replaced by so many more that I suppress to avoid panic.

I sit up to see what was crunching under my shoulders and look around to get a better view of my surroundings. Another specific thing that I check is that white line - does it appear to have been made by a plane perhaps or is it simply part of the sky as well?

In reply to Krillis (msg # 3):

There is a faint, acrid tang to the air.  It smells of dust, and chemicals.

Underneath you is a thin layer of broken greenish-blue glass.  You're on one side of a vast valley, covered with a pane of glass that follows the ground.  On the far side is a jutting mountain that is massively craggy, going up into the cirrus clouds, and higher.  Extending off it horizontally is some cross hatch tower that must be huge for you to see it from twenty or more miles away.

There are splotches of trees in the valley.

Its two thumb widths wide, and just stays there.  It does not look like a contrail.

I cough reflexively at the acrid stench, and cover my mouth with my hand then my shirt.

My first objective is to get clear of this glass. I have suspicions that it is very closely linked to the acrid smell, and the body generally tells you the truth about things you don't want to be breathing.

Therefore, I head for the nearest patch of trees, which are hopefully away from the glass. Does the glass end at any point that I can see?

If there are trees growing from where the glass is, but there are trees farther away where no glass is, I start hiking towards the ones that are farther away without glass.

In reply to Krillis (msg # 5):

You climb a gentle rise across the cracking glass as it snaps and breaks underfoot to the light purple leaved trees.  As you crest the top of the mildly curved ridge, you can see that the trees are about two hundred feet tall.  There are nine of them, bunched together, and they sparkle purple.


At your feet, you can see a trail which leads off to the left.  It ends or starts with what looks like a recovery place for glass, as half of an acre has been removed.


Off to the right, a few hundred yards, you can see something cone shaped that is moving slowly.