High King of the Known Worlds
Ever have something just jump into your head, fully formed, and yet have no idea what to do with it? I do all the time. I present the fruits of today’s lightning strike. Maybe someone else will have some fun with it.
It just... popped in there said:Before you, on a dusty stand, in a crumbling lostech temple of the elder days, sits a chrome cylinder, nearly a foot in length, bedecked with strange patterns, colors, and a big, red button. When you pick it up, and press the button, a solid beam of light erupts from the end. Chroniclers will never agree on the color. Some say it is blue, others pink, others still that it shifts from one to the other. All agree that it contrasts perfectly to the background it is ignited in.
The light is not alone, it is accompanied by sound. The master songmakers agree that it is the synthesized voice of the Machina, exactly as it is heard in the archaic hymn “Send me an Angel.”
The weapon brings hope and joy to all who behold it, even as the dark current underneath corrodes its enemies.
It will shake the pillars of heaven, because there is no try.
It will never stop wanting a better tomorrow, because greed is good.
The ancients called it Lightsaber. Those that saw the Fall called it Neon. It is the Eightiesblade, and when it asks you if you’re a god- you say yes!