?? December?
It's dark out
Somewhere where you're not welcome
What even was the meaning of time in a place, a space such as this? Where darkness reigned uncontested where logic seemed to be unwelcome.
How long had it been since they had arrived here? Had any of them counted the hours, the days? Did their watches even work in here or was them turning backwards merely a trick of the green, getter fueled, light?
Ah, light. Something that was supposed to hold no dominion over this realm yet here was that willful thing, that everlasting bastion of man- or whichever species it favored at the time- Getter. In stark contrast to anything else they had found belonging to their home or any other home the taint of Darkness had not turned it against pilots. No black cracks of evil had appeared over the machine or them even.
They seemed to be safe of the malevolent nature of this plane, as long as they remained within the confines of the Getter Robo.
Which brought about the question of food, which became the issue of the 'day' or whatever amounted to it in this abyssal void. How to scour for it, how to get more? How to not starve.
Where to get more, how could one get more when even the beasts were stuffed to the brim with infectious darkness?
However- there, in the distance. Was that a form of light seen over yonder?
Stretching across the 'sky' of this realm, for the first time in what seemed forever the Getter Team found a source of green that was not their own. Whether it was mimicry or reality, stretching out across the dark skies was none other than the Aurora Borealis. Impossibly far away yet perceivably close.
Illuminated distantly by this natural? display were arches of stone and pillars of tainted marble, like a grand Greek amphitheater left to rot and decay.
Dare they hope this... Ruin? Relic? Place was inhabited by people?
It's dark out
Somewhere where you're not welcome
What even was the meaning of time in a place, a space such as this? Where darkness reigned uncontested where logic seemed to be unwelcome.
How long had it been since they had arrived here? Had any of them counted the hours, the days? Did their watches even work in here or was them turning backwards merely a trick of the green, getter fueled, light?
Ah, light. Something that was supposed to hold no dominion over this realm yet here was that willful thing, that everlasting bastion of man- or whichever species it favored at the time- Getter. In stark contrast to anything else they had found belonging to their home or any other home the taint of Darkness had not turned it against pilots. No black cracks of evil had appeared over the machine or them even.
They seemed to be safe of the malevolent nature of this plane, as long as they remained within the confines of the Getter Robo.
Which brought about the question of food, which became the issue of the 'day' or whatever amounted to it in this abyssal void. How to scour for it, how to get more? How to not starve.
Where to get more, how could one get more when even the beasts were stuffed to the brim with infectious darkness?
However- there, in the distance. Was that a form of light seen over yonder?
Stretching across the 'sky' of this realm, for the first time in what seemed forever the Getter Team found a source of green that was not their own. Whether it was mimicry or reality, stretching out across the dark skies was none other than the Aurora Borealis. Impossibly far away yet perceivably close.
Illuminated distantly by this natural? display were arches of stone and pillars of tainted marble, like a grand Greek amphitheater left to rot and decay.
Dare they hope this... Ruin? Relic? Place was inhabited by people?