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Credits & Info
- Mar 21, 2010 | 12:46 AM EDT
- File Info
- 3.1 MB
- 2 min 42 sec
- 4.22 / 5.00
Please contact me if you would like to use this in a project. We can discuss the details.
While writing full length tracks for my next album, I come across some of what I like to call "failed Experiments."
These tracks aren't good enough to be realesed on a paid album - at least, not in my opinion - and most of them never leave the comfort of the folder that they perpetually grow old and eventually get sent to the trashbin from. However, there are a few uglies that I deem worthy of at least a little opportunity to be used and potenitally listened to.
These are the tracks that you see here on Newgrounds, uploaded within the past two years at any rate. They aren't good enough to charge people for, but I don't feel that they are bad enough to just toss to the wayside and ignore - they are things that I created, and no one should ever feel right destroying that which they have wrought on a blank canvas, be it oils and fabric, or synths and a screen. And like some of my previous musical submissions, this too, receives a story, to help it live on in perpetuity, at least, for as long as Newgrounds continues to deem it worthy.
At least, that's what I could imagine it to be. I tried to sound it out - Lis..asze - that's what it looked like to me. A massive hull, protruding from the viscious wound in the earth that was rended as it thrust to the surface under that which was my home. I had gotten out just in time - the rumbling woke me from my fitful slumber, dreaming of love lost and things that would never be. A welcome respite, though not with the unfortunate consequences of leaving me both homeless and cold.
It's not like I had much left to live for. I have no job, I have no family, and now I have no home. This event simply completed the pathetic circle of despair that I lived within. As I sat there, staring at this unknown monstronsity gleaming in the somber orange light of a harvest moon, I felt my mind begin to probe for thoughts of what this thing could be. As a million different enigmas danced within my mind, I heard, in the distance, the deep thumping of helicopters, growing louder as they approached my pathetic plot of land - apparently, I was not the only one stirred from their rest this evening.
And now, a light - different from that ugly orange that is permeating this night... Under the word Licacze, a thin line begins to form - and from within, glows a most pleasent white, instilling feelings of wonder and excitement. It's beckoning me, and I obey it's call, stepping forward slowly, enthralled by it's welcoming glow. The line begins to grow, extending downward, until it is almost as large as my house once was.
Then, another light. In my trance I had failed to realize that the helicopters had reached me. Their spotlights beamed down, washing me with an unpleasent blue hue. A warning, shouted from a bullhorn, and repeated. More lights above now, gleaming like the grin of the cheshire, admonishing me to avoid my new friend.
I stepped closer, and could hear the mechanical clicks of a cannon spinning up, preparing to obliterate me where I stood, knowing that if I were to approach Licacze any further and not make it through the light, I would end my life here in a bloody heap upon the ground, among the twisted remains of my own home. What choice did I have? Live, destitute, without hope, or hope for something new within the confines of this metallic beast which rose above me this night?
As I step into the light, the sickening sound of gunfire erupts, and I hear bullets penetrating flesh. I look behind, to see my own lifeless body strike the ground, where I had just been standing before; Licacze closes her door, leaving me in a white so bright that I cannot even keep my eyes open. With a resonating hum, the sound of helicopters and gunfire fades into the distance, and i turn to face whatever awaits me here.