spake the lizard king. I sure was. The doors slammed behind me.
An urn tumbled from an ancient pillar. A large black bird took wing.
Slowly easing myself along a low stone wall, with designs on
a sofa-like thing I’d spotted on the far side of the republic,
I tried not to think about how I was getting out. Crashing
sonic booms in the muffled distance. The ground beneath me
was gravelly, uneven, and now I could make out dim light
coming in here and there beneath the walls, which seemed to
circle a thirty foot wide depression, or pit. I couldn’t tell.
Other than that, nothing. More booming. Breathing:
close, beside me. A sense of terror took me, though
I made no move, nor did I even know what I feared.
It didn’t smell well, that much was certain, which was a call
to action. Preferring an uncertain future to the one right here,
I pitched myself headlong out into the dark interior,
and fell into the pit and died. You could say, I should have
stuck, no telling where I’d be now. Yeah, bubba.
