From the Dudes Farm to the Moon House : following Will-to-Evade’s right into troubles.
Last time we saw how my unreliable companion, Will-To-Evade, left me alone in Imaginary Lands, right in front of a strange structure freshly appeared from nowhere.
I wasn’t really feeling comfortable while looking at that house… And even less now I realized how high in the skies that thing was standing… That moon symbol should have alerted me.
Imaginary lands always tend to make distance perception a bit sketchy… Goals reveal themselves to be always farther than you’d thought at first glance, and – of course – obstacles a lot closer.
The Moon House was sitting at the top of what seemed to be a much longer and higher pillar than I first thought.
I didn’t want to climb that…
Unfortunately, I couldn’t see any way to leave that place without my good old silly Will-to-Evade. It seemed I was programmed like that.
So, finding that little pest was now my top priority. And last time I did see it, it was running down there…
Yes… So far away.
I had to walk some time before reaching the foot of that tower. Each step was making myself a bit more uncomfortable.
That good old ground that was sustaining our last time met twisted trees was now supporting a crazy structure. I could have swore its roots were from a the same kind of our tree friends.
But what kind of madness did take control of its growth ?
Anyways… With that door up there, it looked like it could be an entry to the Moon House.
What ? Who said that ? I was standing still, petrified.
The voice sounded mechanical.
That was coming from the structure.
Heart beating hard, I hid observing the insane building and its logic.
A constant flow of passive sitting human dudes was incoming, a few individuals were regularly picked-up by mechanical claws and then replaced by other dudes.
Screw that Moon House !
I’d never enter that horrific Dudes Farm !
No way !
I’d just have to find Will-To-Evade, and go back home…
Wait… what was that ?
“What are you doing ?! Don’t go there !”
Will’s blurry silhouette was running right into troubles… And once more I couldn’t prevent myself to follow the same path
I started to run after Will, shouting “Stoop !”
The mechanical voice was the the last thing I heard before something hit me hard…
A last memory of the whole crazy place faded to black behind my blind eyes.
I didn’t really know where I was lying now, but I was feeling some presence. Close.
“Mouth2(smile)” said the mechanical voice
Oh, freaky crap !
Back to darkness…
“Eye(Open)”, said the mechanical voice.
No, no, no, no ! Not open !
How would that thing say ? “Eye(close) !” and even : “Eye(close, close, close, and close !)”
Fuck you ! Back to darkness !
More comfortable !
“Agreed !” agreed Will- to-Evade, lying next to me.
Finally, we were both reunited, facing the worst thing we’d ever had to flee from.
But… (take your breath)
… that will be… (do you feel the suspens ?)
…for the still unknown, unwritten and mostly not designed next part of this weird story ! 😉
Thanks for reading, folks 🙂
That was some good fun, even if I have met some problems due to bad support choice while drawing. Lesson taught : I’ll know what not to do for the next part.
That said, I must admit that I’m a bit scared by how to handle what’s to come…
Weirdness is coming !
Farewell, and have Fun !