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"Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torments of man."

Friedrich Nietzsche
Phase 33
 
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Post #1: 30th Apr 2013 5:59:29 AM 
Kane stretched as he started heading towards the exit on the South side of the Eastern part. He'd come back only to be dragged firmly away again. No way was he about to sit around and get wasted, though the idea was tempting. Anyway he was running on empty. There was nothing left. No booze, no drugs, nothing but the damp air. It was sickening.

He pushed open the stone door and stepped out into a standard sized room. The air was misty in here as water cascaded down from the Western wall. The stone walls all around were blue in colour with overgrowth crawling along their surfaces. But the most distinctive feature was the statue on the Eastern wall. It towered above, slightly taller than he was.

Neptune. He was bearded, riding on a wave and he carried a large trident in one hand and a turtle in the other. Kane didn't care much for history and all that crap, but they'd used Neptune on the cover of their third album. The statue itself had seen better days though. The surface along it was all cracked and blistered. It looked like it was falling apart. There was a stone plinth at his feet which read "offerings". It was completely empty.

Kane rubbed his eyes wearily. He didn't care much for architecture. He wanted something useful. That was when he saw the heavyset iron hammer. It was resting against the South wall, chained in place. He lifted it upright but was unable to do so with just one hand. Finally, using both hands he was able to raise it in the air and swing it. It was too big and heavy to carry far but he could move around the room with it. The chain was fairly loose.

He looked at the wall curiously and stepped back, swinging his arms around with the hammer at the end. Exerting all of his strength, he smashed the hammer hard into the stony wall. A small crack appeared. This thing could do some serious damage. He carefully lowered it to the floor, exhausted from the sheer effort of holding it upright. What a strange place to leave a thing like that.

He moved in between the waterfalls and sat himself down, prepared to wait out more time. He looked up at the stern cracked face of Neptune curiously. He understood his pain. He was a god himself.

It is now Phase 33. Phase 33 will end in roughly 24 hours from now.

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Post #2: 1st May 2013 2:49:50 AM 
Kane raised the hammer as high as he physically could, something which proved to be pretty difficult considering the size and weight of the thing. Still, he had a feeling that there was something which needed doing. He walked slowly towards the cracked statue, dragging the head along the floor as he went. This wouldn't be the first time he'd pissed off some religion so...why not?

With a deep breath, he tapped the hammer to the floor a couple of times and then gave a tremendous swing with all his might. The hammer arced through the air, slowly gaining more and more momentum until it came smacking into the surface of the statue. There was a tremendous crack and a shattering noise. The hammer cracked right through the surface of the head and fell behind the statue. In a shower of slow forming dust and stone, the statue began to topple in front of him.

He dashed to the side as chunks of it fell down. The outstretched hand and the arms, the chest and the base, the whole thing came crashing to the floor. Finally all that remained was a pile of rubble with the turtle sitting atop it, harmlessly.

Overhead there was a rumble. That was strange. Kane looked up and saw black clouds forming. Indoors? The clouds swirled overhead in a vortex. He looked down at the water where the waterfall tumbled and saw it bubbling away, splashing ferociously in all directions as it was rocked by a great wind. The wind almost took him off his feet, it was so intense. He backed into the door and looked on as the clouds moved. They traveled over the high walls of the room and disappeared away to the West.

In the distance, he could still hear the sound of distant thunder, gales and crashing rain. His own room fell very silent and still, and he breathed a sigh of relief. That was not something you wanted to be sober for.
 
   
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