Post by Morphine on Oct 22, 2011 14:36:46 GMT -5
The Weeping Angels
The Weeping Angels were a species of winged humanoids from the early universe, so called because they covered their faces, giving them a weeping appearance, to prevent trapping themselves in stone form for eternity.
Now, these are seen to be a legend, written by those in the Times Medieval depicting statues that, when you would turn your head or close your eyes, they would be freed from their stoney prison and vanquish the living, sending their souls to the afterlife.
They were kind of right.
Of course, these aren't legends. They're real. And they're deadly. They, at first glance, appear to be statues of... well, of Weeping Angels. But these are living, breathing, and homicidal creatures. They're smart. They're fast. And, funny enough, and quoting the only researcher who lived to tell the tale of the Weeping Angels, they're the only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely.
Notes from the Researcher's journal, after he had died several decades ago:
Weeping Angels. Fascinating race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss. They just zap you into the past and let you live to death. The rest of your life is used up and blown away in the blink of an eye. You die in the past, and in the present they consume the energy of all the days you might have had, all your stolen moments. They're creatures of the abstract. They live off potential energy. Unless they weren't hungry, then they just snapped one's neck. Perhaps take their voice if they needed one to represent the Angels. One Angel in particular often stood out in Eld, wandering the Northern Frost Plains for a way out, feeding on the many arctic creatures that roamed the icy tundras, such as the Frost Raptors. He kept calling himself Angel Bob. I dunno if that was the name of the voice the Angel stole or if it was what someone named the Angel itself, but whatever little I know, Angel Bob told me more than I could possibly hope for. He was one of the more... civil Angels that I've encountered. Perhaps it was because he had a voice. But I listened to his stories, I listened to his experiences, and I listened to his reasons on escaping the Northern Frost Plains. After all the Information I gathered, I thought it was only polite to show him the way out.
The lonely assassins they used to be called. No one quite knows where they came from but they're as old as the universe or very nearly and they have survived this long because they have the most perfect defense system ever evolved. They are "quantum locked". They don't exist when they're being observed. The moment they are seen by any other living creature they freeze into rock. No choice, it's a fact of their biology. In the sight of any living thing they literally turn to stone, and you cant kill a stone. 'Course, a stone cant kill you either but then you turn your head away, then you blink and oh yes it can. The most important defense to be utilized when facing Weeping Angels is to keep staring at them. Just stare at them, for as long as they're being watched, then they can't move. Until someone looks away, or until someone blinks. Or until the lights go out. That's often what happens, is the lights start to go out. Then there's darkness. Then it's a feeding frenzy for the Angels.
Though it should be said that the more powerful the meal is, the more energy the Angels can feed.
When facing the Weeping Angels, and you have to listen to me: Don't. Blink. Don't turn your head, don't take your eyes off of them, and don't ever lose sight of them, even for a second, or they will kill you.
Remember: Don't. Blink.
Well, my time is up. All those years ago, Angel Bob said he would come for me when my time had come. And here he is, standing outside my door. He has been a good friend, all these years. The best a man could ask. But now I must be off. I've lived long enough, and it's time for me to depart to the Astral Planes. Goodbye,
Signed,
Professor John Smith,
Loving Husband,
Dear Father,
Angel Meal
Now, these are seen to be a legend, written by those in the Times Medieval depicting statues that, when you would turn your head or close your eyes, they would be freed from their stoney prison and vanquish the living, sending their souls to the afterlife.
They were kind of right.
Of course, these aren't legends. They're real. And they're deadly. They, at first glance, appear to be statues of... well, of Weeping Angels. But these are living, breathing, and homicidal creatures. They're smart. They're fast. And, funny enough, and quoting the only researcher who lived to tell the tale of the Weeping Angels, they're the only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely.
Notes from the Researcher's journal, after he had died several decades ago:
Weeping Angels. Fascinating race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss. They just zap you into the past and let you live to death. The rest of your life is used up and blown away in the blink of an eye. You die in the past, and in the present they consume the energy of all the days you might have had, all your stolen moments. They're creatures of the abstract. They live off potential energy. Unless they weren't hungry, then they just snapped one's neck. Perhaps take their voice if they needed one to represent the Angels. One Angel in particular often stood out in Eld, wandering the Northern Frost Plains for a way out, feeding on the many arctic creatures that roamed the icy tundras, such as the Frost Raptors. He kept calling himself Angel Bob. I dunno if that was the name of the voice the Angel stole or if it was what someone named the Angel itself, but whatever little I know, Angel Bob told me more than I could possibly hope for. He was one of the more... civil Angels that I've encountered. Perhaps it was because he had a voice. But I listened to his stories, I listened to his experiences, and I listened to his reasons on escaping the Northern Frost Plains. After all the Information I gathered, I thought it was only polite to show him the way out.
The lonely assassins they used to be called. No one quite knows where they came from but they're as old as the universe or very nearly and they have survived this long because they have the most perfect defense system ever evolved. They are "quantum locked". They don't exist when they're being observed. The moment they are seen by any other living creature they freeze into rock. No choice, it's a fact of their biology. In the sight of any living thing they literally turn to stone, and you cant kill a stone. 'Course, a stone cant kill you either but then you turn your head away, then you blink and oh yes it can. The most important defense to be utilized when facing Weeping Angels is to keep staring at them. Just stare at them, for as long as they're being watched, then they can't move. Until someone looks away, or until someone blinks. Or until the lights go out. That's often what happens, is the lights start to go out. Then there's darkness. Then it's a feeding frenzy for the Angels.
Though it should be said that the more powerful the meal is, the more energy the Angels can feed.
When facing the Weeping Angels, and you have to listen to me: Don't. Blink. Don't turn your head, don't take your eyes off of them, and don't ever lose sight of them, even for a second, or they will kill you.
Remember: Don't. Blink.
Well, my time is up. All those years ago, Angel Bob said he would come for me when my time had come. And here he is, standing outside my door. He has been a good friend, all these years. The best a man could ask. But now I must be off. I've lived long enough, and it's time for me to depart to the Astral Planes. Goodbye,
Signed,
Professor John Smith,
Loving Husband,
Dear Father,
Angel Meal
