Ping.
Pong.
Ping.
Pong.
In the 22nd century, every child of the Oceanic Empire is born with a paddle in one hand, ball in the other.
Ping.
Pong.
Ping.
Born into a world of solitude, confined in the great structure they call The Vault. Daylight was an alien concept.
Pong.
Ping.
Pong.
The children grew into boys. Boys into men. With no guidance in the world, and no learning. No discovery. Momentum and intertia were their parents. They trained with no questions.
Ping.
No desire for answers.
Pong.
One day the pattern was broken.
Ping.
A shaking thunder ripped through the halls of the vault, tearing it's walls apart. A seismic force rocked the foundations of the compound. For those few seconds, the cavernous halls echoed with chaos. Then silence.
No rhythm. No ping or pong. Nothing but the sound of freedom. Sweet silent freedom. A beam of light shot through the cieling. The survivors of the vault cautiously approached the open wound of their prison. They saw the outside. It was horrible.
A wasteland stretched out to the horizon. No signs of human life. Rubble and debris settled around the exit. Beyond the vault was a horde of volatile- Rectangular creatures. A new species harbouring unfamiliar new technologies and celebrating the carnage they'd created. These were the downfall of man, it was clear. Upon witnessing the quadrelateral monsters, the men of the vault were filled with new emotions: Duty, responsibility. Purpose.
Ping.
The men unanimously realised their goal.
Pong.
The reason they'd been training in confinement since conception.
Ping.
It wasn't the sick will of a twisted higher power, or some bizzare experiment.
Pong.
Ping.
They'd been bred as the last line of defense for mankind from this new rectangular threat. The monstrosities were no match for their impeccable technique and honed skills.
Pong.
They're style was impetiuous.
Ping.
They're defenses: Impregnable.
Pong.
The men of the vault picked up their paddles.
Ping.
Pong.
Ping.
Grabbed their balls.
Pong. Ping. Pong.
And on that- The most pivotal day for the human race:
Ping pong ping pong ping.
They broke blocks.
