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'Ancient Eqypt, the 'Giza Plateau mid-morning

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	::: Tall majestic grandfather clocks of multiple variety, strange little and large cuckoo clocks, ancient and interesting hand wound clocks, small clocks on leather or mettle bands, fine and frayed pocket watches.... they all sit in their place as if this space is a museum of the mechanisms. Strangely though not a peep of sound utters from any of the time pieces. Not a tick-tock of familiar time clicks can be heard. The strange circumstance of these broken clocks all seem to have come to rest on the hour of 11:53 p.m. But stranger still is the last clock we flash on before returning to the Egyptian plaza. One clock does not have a face, it does not have mettle or wooden built hands - yet it reads the same stopped time of seven minutes to midnight... This clock has its own illumination, this clock's time is written in numbers, this clock blinks in a sickly glowing green tone....!''</font>		::: Tall majestic grandfather clocks of multiple variety, strange little and large cuckoo clocks, ancient and interesting hand wound clocks, small clocks on leather or mettle bands, fine and frayed pocket watches.... they all sit in their place as if this space is a museum of the mechanisms. Strangely though not a peep of sound utters from any of the time pieces. Not a tick-tock of familiar time clicks can be heard. The strange circumstance of these broken clocks all seem to have come to rest on the hour of 11:53 p.m. But stranger still is the last clock we flash on before returning to the Egyptian plaza. One clock does not have a face, it does not have mettle or wooden built hands - yet it reads the same stopped time of seven minutes to midnight... This clock has its own illumination, this clock's time is written in numbers, this clock blinks in a sickly glowing green tone....!''</font>

	~~==='''Ancient Eqypt, the '''[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giza_Plateau '''Giza Plateau'''] '''mid-morning'''===~~		Good points all arunod. Truly appreciated.
	:: In the pits below and to either side, sand from the shuffling run scatters onto the slave workers that toil in their years of construction on one of the world wonders to be... Up up up the steep slope and into the open air top of the pyramid the 5 ft. tall broad shouldered skinny man scampers, then down five, ten, twenty, fifty dangerously shallow stone-block stairs, finally stopping to pause up at the heated sun, as a bead of sweat drips from his long angular nose, as the good servant descends into the hollowed narrow passages below...<br>
	:: Snatching an unlit torch he douses it in a vat of viscus liquid then strikes stone with stone, flaming the torch to light. Winding down the first tight hall then up an angled block ramp again the man comes to a doorway. The stone door mirrors that of the texture of the tons of rock all ~~around and looming above. As he pushes, the slab door releases inward.~~.. ~~<br>~~

	===''Within the temple, cool and musty, seven minutes to midnight''===		===''Within the temple, cool and musty, seven minutes to midnight''===

Demongg at 07:06, 22 November 2007

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	==='''c. 2566 BC''', [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ancient_Egypt '''Ancient Egypt''']===		==='''c. 2566 BC''', [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ancient_Egypt '''Ancient Egypt''']===
			[[Image:Great-Pyramid.gif\|The Great Pyramid construction c. 2566 b.c.]]
	[[Image:1153clock.gif\|frame\|the Doomsday Clock time...]]		[[Image:1153clock.gif\|frame\|the Doomsday Clock time...]]
	:: A short dusky man runs in a scuttling waddle up the cut and dressed blocks of limestone, basalt and granite slabs in the shadow of the Great, but currently unfinished, Pyramid of Giza. He is dressed in a drab ocher-green cloth running from his neck to his ankles. His feet and hands are bare, scuffling along the heavy stone walk that leads up and into the pyramid. <br> The servant is small with angular features, his toes appear webbed as they move quickly back and forth in small steps. His fingers webbed as well as he rings them in worry one over the other. <br> <br>		:: A short dusky man runs in a scuttling waddle up the cut and dressed blocks of limestone, basalt and granite slabs in the shadow of the Great, but currently unfinished, Pyramid of Giza. He is dressed in a drab ocher-green cloth running from his neck to his ankles. His feet and hands are bare, scuffling along the heavy stone walk that leads up and into the pyramid. <br> The servant is small with angular features, his toes appear webbed as they move quickly back and forth in small steps. His fingers webbed as well as he rings them in worry one over the other. <br> <br>
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	==='''Ancient Eqypt, the '''[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giza_Plateau '''Giza Plateau'''] '''mid-morning'''===		==='''Ancient Eqypt, the '''[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giza_Plateau '''Giza Plateau'''] '''mid-morning'''===
	~~[[Image:Great-Pyramid.gif\|frame\|The Great Pyramid construction c. 2566 b.c.]]~~
	:: In the pits below and to either side, sand from the shuffling run scatters onto the slave workers that toil in their years of construction on one of the world wonders to be... Up up up the steep slope and into the open air top of the pyramid the 5 ft. tall broad shouldered skinny man scampers, then down five, ten, twenty, fifty dangerously shallow stone-block stairs, finally stopping to pause up at the heated sun, as a bead of sweat drips from his long angular nose, as the good servant descends into the hollowed narrow passages below...<br>		:: In the pits below and to either side, sand from the shuffling run scatters onto the slave workers that toil in their years of construction on one of the world wonders to be... Up up up the steep slope and into the open air top of the pyramid the 5 ft. tall broad shouldered skinny man scampers, then down five, ten, twenty, fifty dangerously shallow stone-block stairs, finally stopping to pause up at the heated sun, as a bead of sweat drips from his long angular nose, as the good servant descends into the hollowed narrow passages below...<br>
	:: Snatching an unlit torch he douses it in a vat of viscus liquid then strikes stone with stone, flaming the torch to light. Winding down the first tight hall then up an angled block ramp again the man comes to a doorway. The stone door mirrors that of the texture of the tons of rock all around and looming above. As he pushes, the slab door releases inward... <br>		:: Snatching an unlit torch he douses it in a vat of viscus liquid then strikes stone with stone, flaming the torch to light. Winding down the first tight hall then up an angled block ramp again the man comes to a doorway. The stone door mirrors that of the texture of the tons of rock all around and looming above. As he pushes, the slab door releases inward... <br>

Demongg at 07:05, 22 November 2007

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	===''Within the temple, cool and musty, seven minutes to midnight''===		===''Within the temple, cool and musty, seven minutes to midnight''===
			[[Image:Phantus SMALL.gif\|frame\|the bulbous eyed cretan - Phantus]]
	:: The rock ton door scrapes the ground and ceiling in an eerie shrill, just before the crash of closure to the dark room blows the torch to darkness. At first he's blinded by the sudden change in light but slowly, surely his eyes grow accustomed to the gas-lit den while his nose twitches with the aroma of cigar, leather and oak.<br>		:: The rock ton door scrapes the ground and ceiling in an eerie shrill, just before the crash of closure to the dark room blows the torch to darkness. At first he's blinded by the sudden change in light but slowly, surely his eyes grow accustomed to the gas-lit den while his nose twitches with the aroma of cigar, leather and oak.<br>
	:: The whispy servant cares nothing for the time pieces... what are they to him? Nothing! Their meaning is as alien as water to the sands he walked not moments ago. But a minor nuisence they become, as he finds it difficult to navigate his way through the room without danger of causing one to topple to the ground.<br>		:: The whispy servant cares nothing for the time pieces... what are they to him? Nothing! Their meaning is as alien as water to the sands he walked not moments ago. But a minor nuisence they become, as he finds it difficult to navigate his way through the room without danger of causing one to topple to the ground.<br>

24.22.171.33 at 01:39, 22 November 2007

2007-11-22T01:39:56Z

24.22.171.33 at 01:21, 22 November 2007

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	::: <font color=green>'''''"Mm..mm...mm...M..aster, I have come as you called. Is it my time in the sun yet again? Phantus has served you well, hehehas he not Master??"'''''</font> ... the little sharp nosed cretin slurs... <br> <br> [[Image:RamaTut.gif\|frame\|The man with the pharaoh crown speaks...]]		::: <font color=green>'''''"Mm..mm...mm...M..aster, I have come as you called. Is it my time in the sun yet again? Phantus has served you well, hehehas he not Master??"'''''</font> ... the little sharp nosed cretin slurs... <br> <br> [[Image:RamaTut.gif\|frame\|The man with the pharaoh crown speaks...]]

	::: <font color=purple>'''''"Serve?... Ah... yes... pleab you have served adequately. But I dare not say well ~~of it~~."'''''</font> ...the voice from beyond the oaken desk says as the hand of the 'master' can be seen toying with a mithral silvered pocket watch... <font color=purple>'''''"But alas minion, my needs ~~are greater than~~ discust of hearing your prattle... YES~~, minion~~. I have a role for ~~you~~ to play in my machinations. Cast your bulbous stare into yonder corner ~~minion~~..."'''''</font> <br> ... as the leather chair turns to face scrawny Phantus. Beneath a looming grandfather clock in the corner of the room a pale complected man shakes from trauma at the base of the dark wood walls, pulling his knees to his chest chains clatter on the floor. The prisoner's face is slender with an intelligence behind broken round-rim eye-glasses. Draped in a white coat adorn atop a brown tweed suit. One of his shoes has been ripped from his foot as the other is scuffed beyond repair.... <br> <font color=purple>'''''"You see there minion? THAT is you mission... You will work your ways to make him spill his mind and find that which I seek. Go and find the fraternity for which the age of Alexandrina Victoria - let them know that they will fall before me in terror and time. Let them know they are in their last days. Let them know they cannot protect their queen nor their country. Let them know that no longer will I allow them to 'avenge'...!!"'''''</font> ...says the master. And with a dart of his eyes Phantus chirps a slight cackle as his large eyes whip to position on the professor in the corner. The hideous webbed fingered hand shakes with glee as he reaches out. Lightning crackles out as a Tesla-coil when Phantus' hand meets the man - and they are gone!! <br> <br>		::: <font color=purple>'''''"Serve?... Ah... yes... pleab you have served adequately. But I dare not say well."'''''</font> ...the voice from beyond the oaken desk says as the hand of the 'master' can be seen toying with a mithral silvered pocket watch... <font color=purple>'''''"But alas minion, my needs outweigh my discust of hearing your prattle... YES... I do have a role for your skills to play in my machinations. Cast your bulbous stare into yonder corner..."'''''</font> <br> ... as the leather chair turns to face scrawny Phantus. Beneath a looming grandfather clock in the corner of the room a pale complected man shakes from trauma at the base of the dark wood walls, pulling his knees to his chest chains clatter on the floor. The prisoner's face is slender with an intelligence behind broken round-rim eye-glasses. Draped in a white coat adorn atop a brown tweed suit. One of his shoes has been ripped from his foot as the other is scuffed beyond repair.... <br> <font color=purple>'''''"You see there minion? THAT is you mission... You will work your ways to make him spill his mind and find that which I seek. Go and find the fraternity for which the age of Alexandrina Victoria - let them know that they will fall before me in terror and time. Let them know they are in their last days. Let them know they cannot protect their queen nor their country. Let them know that no longer will I allow them to 'avenge'...!!"'''''</font> ...says the master. And with a dart of his eyes Phantus chirps a slight cackle as his large eyes whip to position on the professor in the corner. The hideous webbed fingered hand shakes with glee as he reaches out. Lightning crackles out as a Tesla-coil when Phantus' hand meets the man - and they are gone!! <br> <br>
	:: Somewhere beyond the master's chair, behind and hidden by the dark crimson drapes hanging in front of a non-existant window... the snake-like motion of a new man, tall and dark with an angular jaw weaves his way to 'the master's' side. The two men stand in the gas-lamp lit room side-by-side, neither dominating in stature over the other. Yet one speaks while the other listens.		:: Somewhere beyond the master's chair, behind and hidden by the dark crimson drapes hanging in front of a non-existant window... the snake-like motion of a new man, tall and dark with an angular jaw weaves his way to 'the master's' side. The two men stand in the gas-lamp lit room side-by-side, neither dominating in stature over the other. Yet one speaks while the other listens.
	::: <font color=darkred>'''''"It is good what you do now Victor, you will be rewarded my Pharaoh friend... so says Laufey-son."'''''</font> ...~~says~~ the one that birthed the notion of Machiavelli. <br>		::: <font color=darkred>'''''"It is good what you do now Victor, you will be rewarded my Pharaoh friend... so says Laufey-son."'''''</font> ...speaks the one that birthed the notion of Machiavelli. <br>
	:: As the light fades focusing on the clock faces one after the other, and lastly on the blinking green glow...		:: As the light fades focusing on the clock faces one after the other, and lastly on the blinking green glow...

24.22.171.33 at 01:18, 22 November 2007

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	:: The whispy servant cares nothing for the time pieces... what are they to him? Nothing! Their meaning is as alien as water to the sands he walked not moments ago. But a problem they make as he finds it difficult to wind his way through the room without danger of cause one to topple to the ground.<br>		:: The whispy servant cares nothing for the time pieces... what are they to him? Nothing! Their meaning is as alien as water to the sands he walked not moments ago. But a problem they make as he finds it difficult to wind his way through the room without danger of cause one to topple to the ground.<br>
	:: In the edges of the den-like room only a brief silhouette can be glimpsed of another sitting behind the large oaken desk. With back turned from the jittery servant, gas-light flickers off the golden shimmers adorning the pharaoh-like crown. <br>		:: In the edges of the den-like room only a brief silhouette can be glimpsed of another sitting behind the large oaken desk. With back turned from the jittery servant, gas-light flickers off the golden shimmers adorning the pharaoh-like crown. <br>
	::: <font color=green>'''''"Mm..mm...mm...M..aster, I have come as you called. Is it my time in the sun yet again? Phantus has served you well, hehehas he not Master??"'''''</font> ... the little sharp nosed cretin slurs... <br> <br> [[Image:RamaTut.gif\|frame\|~~Rama-Tut~~ speaks...]]		::: <font color=green>'''''"Mm..mm...mm...M..aster, I have come as you called. Is it my time in the sun yet again? Phantus has served you well, hehehas he not Master??"'''''</font> ... the little sharp nosed cretin slurs... <br> <br> [[Image:RamaTut.gif\|frame\|The man with the pharaoh crown speaks...]]

	::: <font color=purple>'''''"Serve?... Ah... yes... pleab you have served adequately. But I dare not say well of it."'''''</font> ...the voice from beyond the oaken desk says as the hand of the 'master' can be seen toying with a mithral silvered pocket watch... <font color=purple>'''''"But alas minion, my needs are greater than discust of hearing your prattle... YES, minion. I have a role for you to play in my machinations. Cast your bulbous stare into yonder corner minion..."'''''</font> <br> ... as the leather chair turns to face scrawny Phantus. Beneath a looming grandfather clock in the corner of the room a pale complected man shakes from trauma at the base of the dark wood walls, pulling his knees to his chest chains clatter on the floor. The prisoner's face is slender with an intelligence behind broken round-rim eye-glasses. Draped in a white coat adorn atop a brown tweed suit. One of his shoes has been ripped from his foot as the other is scuffed beyond repair.... <br> <font color=purple>'''''"You see there minion? THAT is you mission... You will work your ways to make him spill his mind and find that which I seek. Go and find the fraternity for which the age of Alexandrina Victoria - let them know that they will fall before me in terror and time. Let them know they are in their last days. Let them know they cannot protect their queen nor their country. Let them know that no longer will I allow them to 'avenge'...!!"'''''</font> ...says the master. And with a dart of his eyes Phantus chirps a slight cackle as his large eyes whip to position on the professor in the corner. The hideous webbed fingered hand shakes with glee as he reaches out. Lightning crackles out as a Tesla-coil when Phantus' hand meets the man - and they are gone!! <br> <br>		::: <font color=purple>'''''"Serve?... Ah... yes... pleab you have served adequately. But I dare not say well of it."'''''</font> ...the voice from beyond the oaken desk says as the hand of the 'master' can be seen toying with a mithral silvered pocket watch... <font color=purple>'''''"But alas minion, my needs are greater than discust of hearing your prattle... YES, minion. I have a role for you to play in my machinations. Cast your bulbous stare into yonder corner minion..."'''''</font> <br> ... as the leather chair turns to face scrawny Phantus. Beneath a looming grandfather clock in the corner of the room a pale complected man shakes from trauma at the base of the dark wood walls, pulling his knees to his chest chains clatter on the floor. The prisoner's face is slender with an intelligence behind broken round-rim eye-glasses. Draped in a white coat adorn atop a brown tweed suit. One of his shoes has been ripped from his foot as the other is scuffed beyond repair.... <br> <font color=purple>'''''"You see there minion? THAT is you mission... You will work your ways to make him spill his mind and find that which I seek. Go and find the fraternity for which the age of Alexandrina Victoria - let them know that they will fall before me in terror and time. Let them know they are in their last days. Let them know they cannot protect their queen nor their country. Let them know that no longer will I allow them to 'avenge'...!!"'''''</font> ...says the master. And with a dart of his eyes Phantus chirps a slight cackle as his large eyes whip to position on the professor in the corner. The hideous webbed fingered hand shakes with glee as he reaches out. Lightning crackles out as a Tesla-coil when Phantus' hand meets the man - and they are gone!! <br> <br>

Demongg at 00:33, 22 November 2007

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	==='''c. 2566 BC''', [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ancient_Egypt '''Ancient Egypt''']===		==='''c. 2566 BC''', [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ancient_Egypt '''Ancient Egypt''']===
			[[Image:1153clock.gif\|frame\|the Doomsday Clock time...]]
	:: A short dusky man runs in a scuttling waddle down the cut and dressed blocks of limestone, basalt and granite slabs in the shadow of the Great, but currently unfinished, Pyramid of Giza. He is dressed in a drab ocher-green cloth running from his neck to his ankles. His feet and hands are bare scuffling along the heavy stone walk that leads up and into the pyramid. <br> The man is small with angular features, his toes appear webbed moving quickly back and forth in small steps, as do his fingers while he rings them in worry over one another. <br> <br>		:: A short dusky man runs in a scuttling waddle down the cut and dressed blocks of limestone, basalt and granite slabs in the shadow of the Great, but currently unfinished, Pyramid of Giza. He is dressed in a drab ocher-green cloth running from his neck to his ankles. His feet and hands are bare scuffling along the heavy stone walk that leads up and into the pyramid. <br> The man is small with angular features, his toes appear webbed moving quickly back and forth in small steps, as do his fingers while he rings them in worry over one another. <br> <br>

	::: <font color=darkred>'''''CUT-SCENE: another time and place, cool and musty'''''</font>		::: <font color=darkred>'''''CUT-SCENE: another time and place, cool and musty'''''</font>
	~~[[Image:1153clock.gif\|frame\|the Doomsday Clock time...]]~~
	::: <font color=darkred>The smell of cigar and brandy permeate the room. The dark flicker of a gaslight lamp or two cascade across the finely crafted dark oak wood furniture and shelves. Leather and brass fittings can be seen elsewhere at quick glance, but it is the clocks that are the focal points, crowding this room at every empty desk spot, floor space and chelf nook.		::: <font color=darkred>The smell of cigar and brandy permeate the room. The dark flicker of a gaslight lamp or two cascade across the finely crafted dark oak wood furniture and shelves. Leather and brass fittings can be seen elsewhere at quick glance, but it is the clocks that are the focal points, crowding this room at every empty desk spot, floor space and chelf nook.
	::: Tall majestic grandfather clocks of multiple variety, strange little and large cuckoo clocks, interesting hand wound clocks, fine and frayed pocket watches.... they all sit in place as if this space is a museum of the mechanisms. Strange though is that not a peep of sound utters from any of the time pieces. Not tick-tock of time can be heard. The strange circumstance of these "broken" clocks all seem to have come to rest on the hour of 11:53 p.m. But stranger still is the last clock we flash on before returning to the Eqyptian plaza. One clock does not have a face, it does not have mettle or wooden built hands - yet it reads the same stopped time of seven minutes to midnight... This clock has its own illumination, this clock's time is written in numbers, this clock blinks in a sickly glowing green tone....!''</font>		::: Tall majestic grandfather clocks of multiple variety, strange little and large cuckoo clocks, interesting hand wound clocks, fine and frayed pocket watches.... they all sit in place as if this space is a museum of the mechanisms. Strange though is that not a peep of sound utters from any of the time pieces. Not tick-tock of time can be heard. The strange circumstance of these "broken" clocks all seem to have come to rest on the hour of 11:53 p.m. But stranger still is the last clock we flash on before returning to the Eqyptian plaza. One clock does not have a face, it does not have mettle or wooden built hands - yet it reads the same stopped time of seven minutes to midnight... This clock has its own illumination, this clock's time is written in numbers, this clock blinks in a sickly glowing green tone....!''</font>

Demongg at 00:32, 22 November 2007

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	::: <font color=darkred>'''''CUT-SCENE: another time and place, cool and musty'''''</font>		::: <font color=darkred>'''''CUT-SCENE: another time and place, cool and musty'''''</font>
			[[Image:1153clock.gif\|frame\|the Doomsday Clock time...]]
	::: <font color=darkred>The smell of cigar and brandy permeate the room. The dark flicker of a gaslight lamp or two cascade across the finely crafted dark oak wood furniture and shelves. Leather and brass fittings can be seen elsewhere at quick glance, but it is the clocks that are the focal points, crowding this room at every empty desk spot, floor space and chelf nook.		::: <font color=darkred>The smell of cigar and brandy permeate the room. The dark flicker of a gaslight lamp or two cascade across the finely crafted dark oak wood furniture and shelves. Leather and brass fittings can be seen elsewhere at quick glance, but it is the clocks that are the focal points, crowding this room at every empty desk spot, floor space and chelf nook.
	::: Tall majestic grandfather clocks of multiple variety, strange little and large cuckoo clocks, interesting hand wound clocks, fine and frayed pocket watches.... they all sit in place as if this space is a museum of the mechanisms. Strange though is that not a peep of sound utters from any of the time pieces. Not tick-tock of time can be heard. The strange circumstance of these "broken" clocks all seem to have come to rest on the hour of 11:53 p.m. But stranger still is the last clock we flash on before returning to the Eqyptian plaza. One clock does not have a face, it does not have mettle or wooden built hands - yet it reads the same stopped time of seven minutes to midnight... This clock has its own illumination, this clock's time is written in numbers, this clock blinks in a sickly glowing green tone....!''</font>		::: Tall majestic grandfather clocks of multiple variety, strange little and large cuckoo clocks, interesting hand wound clocks, fine and frayed pocket watches.... they all sit in place as if this space is a museum of the mechanisms. Strange though is that not a peep of sound utters from any of the time pieces. Not tick-tock of time can be heard. The strange circumstance of these "broken" clocks all seem to have come to rest on the hour of 11:53 p.m. But stranger still is the last clock we flash on before returning to the Eqyptian plaza. One clock does not have a face, it does not have mettle or wooden built hands - yet it reads the same stopped time of seven minutes to midnight... This clock has its own illumination, this clock's time is written in numbers, this clock blinks in a sickly glowing green tone....!''</font>

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2007-11-22T00:17:31Z

'''Ancient Eqypt, the '''[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giza_Plateau '''Giza Plateau'''] '''mid-morning'''

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	==='''Ancient Eqypt, the '''[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giza_Plateau '''Giza Plateau'''] '''mid-morning'''===		==='''Ancient Eqypt, the '''[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giza_Plateau '''Giza Plateau'''] '''mid-morning'''===
	[[Image:Great-Pyramid.gif\|frame\|The Great Pyramid construction c. ~~2562bc~~]]		[[Image:Great-Pyramid.gif\|frame\|The Great Pyramid construction c. 2566 b.c.]]
	:: In the pits below and to either side, sand from the shuffling run scatters onto the slave workers that toil in their years of construction on one of the world wonders to be... Up the steep slope and into the open air top of the pyramid the barley 5 ft. tall broad shouldered skinny man scampers, then down five, ten, twenty, fifty dangerously shallow stone stairs finally stopping to pause up at the heated sun, as a bead of sweat drips from his long angular nose, before descending into the hollowed narrow passages below...<br>		:: In the pits below and to either side, sand from the shuffling run scatters onto the slave workers that toil in their years of construction on one of the world wonders to be... Up the steep slope and into the open air top of the pyramid the barley 5 ft. tall broad shouldered skinny man scampers, then down five, ten, twenty, fifty dangerously shallow stone stairs finally stopping to pause up at the heated sun, as a bead of sweat drips from his long angular nose, before descending into the hollowed narrow passages below...<br>
	:: Snatching an unlit torch he douses it in a vat of viscus liquid then strikes stone with stone, flaming the torch to light. Winding down the hall then beginning up an angled ramp again the man comes to a doorway. The stone door mirrors that of the texture of the tons of rock all around and looming above. As he pushes, the slab door releases inward... <br>		:: Snatching an unlit torch he douses it in a vat of viscus liquid then strikes stone with stone, flaming the torch to light. Winding down the hall then beginning up an angled ramp again the man comes to a doorway. The stone door mirrors that of the texture of the tons of rock all around and looming above. As he pushes, the slab door releases inward... <br>


	===''Within the temple, cool and musty, seven minutes to midnight''===		===''Within the temple, cool and musty, seven minutes to midnight''===

Demongg at 00:17, 22 November 2007

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	==='''Ancient Eqypt, the '''[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giza_Plateau '''Giza Plateau'''] '''mid-morning'''===		==='''Ancient Eqypt, the '''[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giza_Plateau '''Giza Plateau'''] '''mid-morning'''===
			[[Image:Great-Pyramid.gif\|frame\|The Great Pyramid construction c. 2562bc]]
	:: In the pits below and to either side, sand from the shuffling run scatters onto the slave workers that toil in their years of construction on one of the world wonders to be... Up the steep slope and into the open air top of the pyramid the barley 5 ft. tall broad shouldered skinny man scampers, then down five, ten, twenty, fifty dangerously shallow stone stairs finally stopping to pause up at the heated sun, as a bead of sweat drips from his long angular nose, before descending into the hollowed narrow passages below...<br>		:: In the pits below and to either side, sand from the shuffling run scatters onto the slave workers that toil in their years of construction on one of the world wonders to be... Up the steep slope and into the open air top of the pyramid the barley 5 ft. tall broad shouldered skinny man scampers, then down five, ten, twenty, fifty dangerously shallow stone stairs finally stopping to pause up at the heated sun, as a bead of sweat drips from his long angular nose, before descending into the hollowed narrow passages below...<br>
	:: Snatching an unlit torch he douses it in a vat of viscus liquid then strikes stone with stone, flaming the torch to light. Winding down the hall then beginning up an angled ramp again the man comes to a doorway. The stone door mirrors that of the texture of the tons of rock all around and looming above. As he pushes, the slab door releases inward... <br>		:: Snatching an unlit torch he douses it in a vat of viscus liquid then strikes stone with stone, flaming the torch to light. Winding down the hall then beginning up an angled ramp again the man comes to a doorway. The stone door mirrors that of the texture of the tons of rock all around and looming above. As he pushes, the slab door releases inward... <br>

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	==='''c. 2566 BC''', [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ancient_Egypt '''Ancient Egypt''']===		==='''c. 2566 BC''', [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ancient_Egypt '''Ancient Egypt''']===
	[[Image:1153clock.gif\|frame\|the Doomsday Clock time...]]		[[Image:1153clock.gif\|frame\|the Doomsday Clock time...]]
	:: A short dusky man runs in a scuttling waddle ~~down~~ the cut and dressed blocks of limestone, basalt and granite slabs in the shadow of the Great, but currently unfinished, Pyramid of Giza. He is dressed in a drab ocher-green cloth running from his neck to his ankles. His feet and hands are bare scuffling along the heavy stone walk that leads up and into the pyramid. <br> The ~~man~~ is small with angular features, his toes appear webbed ~~moving~~ quickly back and forth in small steps, as ~~do his fingers while~~ he rings them in worry over ~~one another~~. <br> <br>		:: A short dusky man runs in a scuttling waddle up the cut and dressed blocks of limestone, basalt and granite slabs in the shadow of the Great, but currently unfinished, Pyramid of Giza. He is dressed in a drab ocher-green cloth running from his neck to his ankles. His feet and hands are bare, scuffling along the heavy stone walk that leads up and into the pyramid. <br> The servant is small with angular features, his toes appear webbed as they move quickly back and forth in small steps. His fingers webbed as well as he rings them in worry one over the other. <br> <br>

	::: <font color=darkred>'''''CUT-SCENE: another time and place, cool and musty'''''</font>		::: <font color=darkred>'''''CUT-SCENE: another time and place, cool and musty'''''</font>
	::: <font color=darkred>The smell of cigar and brandy permeate the room. The dark flicker of a gaslight lamp or two cascade across the finely crafted dark oak wood furniture and shelves. Leather and brass fittings can be seen elsewhere at quick glance, but it is the clocks that are the focal points~~, crowding~~ this room at every empty desk spot, floor space and ~~chelf~~ nook.		::: <font color=darkred>The smell of cigar and brandy permeate the room. The dark flicker of a gaslight lamp or two cascade across the finely crafted dark oak wood furniture and shelves. Leather and brass fittings can be seen elsewhere at quick glance, but it is the clocks that are the focal points. They crowd this room at every empty desk spot, floor space and shelf nook.
	::: Tall majestic grandfather clocks of multiple variety, strange little and large cuckoo clocks, interesting hand wound clocks, fine and frayed pocket watches.... they all sit in place as if this space is a museum of the mechanisms. ~~Strange~~ though ~~is that~~ not a peep of sound utters from any of the time pieces. Not tick-tock of time can be heard. The strange circumstance of these "broken" clocks all seem to have come to rest on the hour of 11:53 p.m. But stranger still is the last clock we flash on before returning to the ~~Eqyptian~~ plaza. One clock does not have a face, it does not have mettle or wooden built hands - yet it reads the same stopped time of seven minutes to midnight... This clock has its own illumination, this clock's time is written in numbers, this clock blinks in a sickly glowing green tone....!''</font>		::: Tall majestic grandfather clocks of multiple variety, strange little and large cuckoo clocks, ancient and interesting hand wound clocks, small clocks on leather or mettle bands, fine and frayed pocket watches.... they all sit in their place as if this space is a museum of the mechanisms. Strangely though not a peep of sound utters from any of the time pieces. Not a tick-tock of familiar time clicks can be heard. The strange circumstance of these broken clocks all seem to have come to rest on the hour of 11:53 p.m. But stranger still is the last clock we flash on before returning to the Egyptian plaza. One clock does not have a face, it does not have mettle or wooden built hands - yet it reads the same stopped time of seven minutes to midnight... This clock has its own illumination, this clock's time is written in numbers, this clock blinks in a sickly glowing green tone....!''</font>

	==='''Ancient Eqypt, the '''[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giza_Plateau '''Giza Plateau'''] '''mid-morning'''===		==='''Ancient Eqypt, the '''[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giza_Plateau '''Giza Plateau'''] '''mid-morning'''===
	[[Image:Great-Pyramid.gif\|frame\|The Great Pyramid construction c. 2566 b.c.]]		[[Image:Great-Pyramid.gif\|frame\|The Great Pyramid construction c. 2566 b.c.]]
	:: In the pits below and to either side, sand from the shuffling run scatters onto the slave workers that toil in their years of construction on one of the world wonders to be... Up the steep slope and into the open air top of the pyramid the ~~barley~~ 5 ft. tall broad shouldered skinny man scampers, then down five, ten, twenty, fifty dangerously shallow stone stairs finally stopping to pause up at the heated sun, as a bead of sweat drips from his long angular nose, ~~before descending~~ into the hollowed narrow passages below...<br>		:: In the pits below and to either side, sand from the shuffling run scatters onto the slave workers that toil in their years of construction on one of the world wonders to be... Up up up the steep slope and into the open air top of the pyramid the 5 ft. tall broad shouldered skinny man scampers, then down five, ten, twenty, fifty dangerously shallow stone-block stairs, finally stopping to pause up at the heated sun, as a bead of sweat drips from his long angular nose, as the good servant descends into the hollowed narrow passages below...<br>
	:: Snatching an unlit torch he douses it in a vat of viscus liquid then strikes stone with stone, flaming the torch to light. Winding down the hall then ~~beginning~~ up an angled ramp again the man comes to a doorway. The stone door mirrors that of the texture of the tons of rock all around and looming above. As he pushes, the slab door releases inward... <br>		:: Snatching an unlit torch he douses it in a vat of viscus liquid then strikes stone with stone, flaming the torch to light. Winding down the first tight hall then up an angled block ramp again the man comes to a doorway. The stone door mirrors that of the texture of the tons of rock all around and looming above. As he pushes, the slab door releases inward... <br>

	===''Within the temple, cool and musty, seven minutes to midnight''===		===''Within the temple, cool and musty, seven minutes to midnight''===
	:: The rock ton door scrapes the ground and ceiling in an eerie shrill, just before the crash of closure to the dark room blows the torch to darkness. At first he's blinded by the sudden change in light but slowly, surely his eyes grow accustomed to the gas-lit den while his nose twitches with the aroma of cigar, leather and oak.<br>		:: The rock ton door scrapes the ground and ceiling in an eerie shrill, just before the crash of closure to the dark room blows the torch to darkness. At first he's blinded by the sudden change in light but slowly, surely his eyes grow accustomed to the gas-lit den while his nose twitches with the aroma of cigar, leather and oak.<br>
	:: The whispy servant cares nothing for the time pieces... what are they to him? Nothing! Their meaning is as alien as water to the sands he walked not moments ago. But a ~~problem~~ they ~~make~~ as he finds it difficult to ~~wind~~ his way through the room without danger of ~~cause~~ one to topple to the ground.<br>		:: The whispy servant cares nothing for the time pieces... what are they to him? Nothing! Their meaning is as alien as water to the sands he walked not moments ago. But a minor nuisence they become, as he finds it difficult to navigate his way through the room without danger of causing one to topple to the ground.<br>
	:: In the edges of the den-like room only a brief silhouette can be glimpsed of another sitting behind the large oaken desk. With back turned from the jittery servant, gas-light flickers off the golden shimmers adorning the pharaoh-like crown. <br>		:: In the edges of the den-like room only a brief silhouette can be glimpsed of another being sitting behind the large oaken desk. With back turned from the jittery servant, gas-light flickers off the golden and violet shimmers adorning the pharaoh-like crown the man wears. <br>
	::: <font color=green>'''''"Mm..mm...mm...M..aster, I have come as you called. Is it my time in the sun yet again? Phantus has served you well, hehehas he not Master??"'''''</font> ... the little sharp nosed cretin slurs... <br> <br> [[Image:RamaTut.gif\|frame\|The man with the pharaoh crown speaks...]]		::: <font color=green>'''''"Mm..mm...mm...M..aster, I have come as you called. Is it my time in the sun yet again? Phantus has served you well, hehehas he not Master??"'''''</font> ... the little sharp nosed cretin slurs... <br> <br> [[Image:RamaTut.gif\|frame\|The man with the pharaoh crown speaks...]]

	::: <font color=purple>'''''"Serve?... Ah... yes... pleab you have served adequately. But I dare not say well."'''''</font> ...the voice from beyond the oaken desk says as the hand of the 'master' can be seen toying with a mithral silvered pocket watch... <font color=purple>'''''"But alas minion, my needs outweigh my discust of hearing your prattle... YES... I do have a role for your skills to play in my machinations. Cast your bulbous stare into yonder corner..."'''''</font> <br> ... as the leather chair turns to face scrawny Phantus~~. Beneath~~ a looming grandfather clock in the corner of the room a pale complected man shakes from trauma at the base of the dark wood walls, pulling his knees to his chest chains clatter on the floor. The prisoner's face is slender with an intelligence behind broken round-rim eye-glasses. Draped in a white coat ~~adorn~~ atop a brown tweed suit. One of his shoes has been ripped from his foot as the other is scuffed beyond repair.... <br> <font color=purple>'''''"You see there minion? THAT is you mission... You will work your ways to make him spill his mind and find that which I seek. Go and find the fraternity for which the age of Alexandrina Victoria - let them know that they will fall before me in terror and time. Let them know they are in their last days. Let them know they cannot protect their queen nor their country. Let them know that no longer will I allow them to 'avenge'...!!"'''''</font> ...says the master. And with a dart of his eyes Phantus chirps a slight cackle as his large eyes whip to position on the professor in the corner. The hideous webbed fingered hand shakes with glee as he reaches out. Lightning crackles ~~out as~~ a Tesla-coil when Phantus' hand meets the man - and they are gone!! <br> <br>		::: <font color=purple>'''''"Serve?... Ah... yes... pleab you have served adequately. But I dare not say well."'''''</font> ...the voice from beyond the oaken desk says as the hand of the 'master' can be seen toying with a mithral silvered pocket watch... <font color=purple>'''''"But alas minion, my needs outweigh my discust of hearing your prattle... YES... I do have a role for your skills to play in my machinations. Cast your bulbous stare into yonder corner..."'''''</font> <br> ... as the leather chair turns to face scrawny Phantus - across the room beneath a looming grandfather clock in the corner of the room a pale complected man shakes from trauma at the base of the dark wood walls, pulling his knees to his chest chains clatter on the floor. The prisoner's face is slender with an intelligence behind broken round-rim eye-glasses. Draped in a white coat atop a brown tweed suit. One of his shoes has been ripped from his foot as the other is scuffed beyond repair.... <br> <font color=purple>'''''"You see there minion? THAT is you mission... You will work your ways to make him spill his mind and find that which I seek. Go and find the fraternity for which the age of Alexandrina Victoria holds as 'avengers' - let them know that they will fall before me in terror and time. Let them know they are in their last days. Let them know they cannot protect their queen nor their country. Let them know that no longer will I allow them to 'avenge'...!!"'''''</font> ...says the master. And with a dart of his eyes Phantus chirps a slight cackle as his large eyes whip to position on the professor in the corner. The hideous webbed fingered hand shakes with glee as he reaches out. Lightning crackles between the two beings like a Tesla-coil when Phantus' hand meets the man - and they are gone!! <br> <br>
	:: Somewhere beyond the master's chair, behind and hidden by the dark crimson drapes hanging in front of a non-existant window... the snake-like motion of a new man, tall and dark with an angular jaw weaves his way to 'the ~~master~~'s' side. The two men stand in the gas-lamp lit room side-by-side, neither dominating in stature over the other. Yet one speaks while the other listens.		:: Somewhere beyond the master's chair, behind and hidden by the dark crimson drapes hanging in front of a non-existant window... the snake-like motion of a new man, tall and dark with an angular jaw weaves his way to 'the pharaoh's' side. The two men stand in the gas-lamp lit room side-by-side, neither dominating in stature over the other. Yet one speaks while the other listens.
	::: <font color=darkred>'''''"It is good what you do now Victor, you will be rewarded my ~~Pharaoh~~ friend... so says Laufey-son."'''''</font> ...speaks the one that birthed the notion of ~~Machiavelli~~. <br>		::: <font color=darkred>'''''"It is good what you do now Victor, you will be rewarded my pharaoh friend... so says Laufey-son."'''''</font> ...speaks the one that had birthed the notion of machiavelli. <br>
	:: As the light fades focusing on the clock faces one after the other, and lastly on the blinking green glow...		:: As the light fades focusing on the clock faces one after the other, and lastly on the blinking green glow...