Epics of Noche 1, Anchor

EON CH 37

PLANET LANCE HISTORY.

1774, SEPTEMBER 23rd FRIDAY 7:15am.

The artificial sound of an old projector filled the room as a picture of some chaotic battlefield was shown.

"Drive energy wash dishcovered over 600 yearsh ago in 1108, near the end of the global apocalypshe war. With Drive dishcovered, it washn't long before Create wash dishcovered and ushed as a weapon. With Create, the apocalypshe war ended quickly... Then came the blackout age in 1109." Rust said.

He clicked the button showing a new slide. On it was pictures of computer, phones, and energy grids.

"Due to the infectioush nature of Drive, almosht the entire human population could ushe Create after the world war. Everyone got, ash you shay, shuperpowersh... Well it turnsh out if everyone has shuperpowersh, people get crazy." Rust said, "So great wash the following chaosh, that almosht all human hishtory wash losht. Technology wash shent back by centuries."

Rust pressed a button on the remote and nothing happened.

"In responche to this anarchy, varioush leadersh of the world came together... Forming the United Government... Their first executive order, was they allowed Galloway to form Crossh... Thus ending the blackout age."

Rust fiddled with the remote in his hand, staring intently at the buttons as he continued.

"Shince then, Crosh hash alwaysh exishted to contain and limit Create. When it was founded, there wash an unshpoken rule that Crosh sholdiersh should not ushe Create. However, ash time went on, and Create threatsh became more shevere, thish unoffichial tradition wash forgotten." Rust said, "When shomeone learnsh Create, they are banished to the Create Continent. If they ushed Create for terrorism, then they are moved to the Crosh Ashylum. Otherwishe they can live anywhere on the continent... They can even join Crosh... Mosht people don't, ash they are upshet about being banished, but they have the option."

Rust pressed a button and the projector turned off. He appeared as if he didn't want that to happen, as he continually pressed other buttons. Then the projector began to boot up, displaying computer desktop instead of the presentation.

"Well... It wash time to change shubjectsh anywaysh. Ash you all know the Planet Lanche Cult hash rechently joined the United Government... Whom in turn, sheem to hold them in high regardsh." Rust said, "And for no shmall reashon. Of the eight billion people on thish planet, two billion are membersh of the PLC."

Rust stared off into space for a moment, then coughed.

"Ahem, for thoshe of you who don't remember, their goal is to eradicate Create." He coughed again, "They intend to replache Crosh to achieve thish goal. They even named themshelves after our greatesht failure!"

"Why? Isn't the blackout ages remainder enough? Or better yet MoveCity?" Hectare said, "It's no coincidence the world's largest man-made desert, has a city of A BILLION CREATE USERS smack dab in its center. It's literally called the chaos Desert BECAUSE everything around them gets destroyed to dust."

Noche tightened her grip on her desk. She didn't know the desert had a name and she didn't want to know. After all, she had no intention of EVER going near it ever again.

"Shir Hectare, the reashon will be quite known to you with thish."

Rust opened the closet, pulling out a large box television on a cart with an antique VCR player. He pulled out a VHS tape and blew dust off its paper cover.

"Now, thish event happened long before any of you were born. Luckily, I shtill have a recording of that day. The Planetary Lanche incident."

He placed the VHS into the VCR, and after a few seconds of static, there was the crimson sky of a city. As the cameraman panned upwards, a tar black lance the size of a was far out in space. It slowly approached and fire surrounded it as the tar black lance tore a hole in the atmosphere.