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| Three Heroes, preserved inside their Capsules of Eternity |
We had to awaken them from their slumber...
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| Newborn sight. |
Dave: Eyes. Still weak... from cryosleep.
Michael: Patience brothers, the waking sickness will pass.
Luke: As it must.
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| Strength returns |
Michael: Indeed.
Luke: We can see now.
Dave: Our sight returns.
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| Leather-clad Woodsman |
Luke: There is a reason for our awakening. Man and woman hunger once more for tales of legend.
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| Egyptian Wizard-King |
Michael: I declare myself free of the drowsiness of cryosleep, ready to stride forth into the complexities of this new world; to immerse myself in the dyonisian and appollonion tales we might find. To nuzzle hungrily at them as a fine stallion will have at a salt lick.
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| Medieval Fitness Instructor with a circular saw. |
Dave: Ace!
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| Later that day. |
Dave: So in essense our traversal of this unfamiliar landscape is a mirroring of our own internal journeys? As we commit to overcoming these external obstacles, so to do we commit to overcoming the obstacles of our subconscious landscapes.
Michael: That's right Dave.
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| So imagined. |
Michael: Imagine an egg...
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| A form of birthing |
Michael: Then smite open that egg, that the victory of the unconscious may be set free and transport us through our challenges.
Luke: I thee hack!
Dave: I thee hew!
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| Trapped! |
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| A discovery |
Dave: Made manifest as an impenetrable yet transparent dome?
Luke: There's cakes back here.
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| Another perspective |
Michael: I comprehend our predicament now.
David: Indeed, we must beware the urge to wrap ourselves in our own petty fictions, like a comfort blanket that may smother the infant.Luke: Or cakes too big to eat.
Michael: Then we must translocate once again.
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| More translocation |
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| Apples in motion |
Dave: Luke’s gone a bit funny.
Michael: Don’t worry, this madness will soon pass. It is simply the euphoria of freedom, both physical and spiritual. Now help me push this fucking apple.
Michael: We have arrived.
Luke: Our final dawn awaits us.
Dave: Past these two pillars.
Michael: Don’t worry, this madness will soon pass. It is simply the euphoria of freedom, both physical and spiritual. Now help me push this fucking apple.
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| The goal |
Michael: There, our destination. Two obelisks that represent Stability and Change.
Dave: Like a great big pair of black boll-
Luke: Dave!
Dave: -ards.
Dave: Like a great big pair of black boll-
Luke: Dave!
Dave: -ards.
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| The finish line |
Luke: Our final dawn awaits us.
Dave: Past these two pillars.
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| The result |
All: But first let's have a well-earned cuppa!
















