Entrance Page
You check the address that was scribbled on a tattered piece of
paper by an interesting cloaked figure you met at a bar recently...
lofts region of SoHo, building 5474
"Yup, this is the place," you mutter to yourself while looking
upon a broken down appartment. The door creeps open with unsettling
ease and all has been long since cleared out from the seemingly
forgotten building. All that appears to be usable is a rusty
spiral staircase, only a couple feet wide that services
second floor. You unwillingly ascend the teetery structure and
notice an abrupt drop in temperature. This enigma is quickly
solved when you look at the ceiling, or lack there of. It seems
to have been cleared away in one section, for what, who knows.
As the gusts of wind begin to blow strands of hair into your eyes
and impair your vision you decide this has been a wasted trip and
proceed to leave this dump.
Suddenely a blinding light engulfs the room, and a boom sounds so
loud that all the years of 'walkman' seem like whispers. You
strain to see through the blaze and begin to distiguish the light
and dark blotches as something hovering above the deteriorating
roof. It lowers into the room and reveals itself to be a spork-like
spacecraft. A window slides open on the central prong and a pilot
wearing the crest of the 'rebelion' greets you.
"Greetings, I'm known as Cyber-Jedi amomg the crew of the DeathBoot.
Prepare for quite the experience."
He grins and helps you into the the passenger seat behind him.
An automated bar slides aroung your waste and the glass moves back
over your head. You hear the ship's repulser jets ingite and it
transcends into the air. A 'whirring' sound begins to sound behind
your head and the fighter begins to head into the night. The geocities
below begin to transform from the voluminous edifices you once
thought monumental into miniscul blocks of dollhouses. You try to
focus on you own house but suddenly it all disappears in a
brilliant flash. Everything becomes indistinguishable as the ship
cruises through hyperspace.
After what seems to be only moments the view clears and a boot
can be seen beyong the enveloping blackness
of space. As it gets closer, its immense size becomes apparent.
The smaller fighter you are aboard is a peanut compared to even
the docking bay you are entering. The bottom of the 'shoe-like'
craft seems to stretch for miles. A hangar door opens above you
and the Sporkwing rises until a clunk is heard from outside the
ship. The window slides open again but this time a metallic room
presents itself. The pilot releases the belt and casually walks
away.
"Hey wait a minute! Where am I supposed to go now?" you try to
call out to him. Still, your call seems not to faze the man,
and as you try to catch up to him you realize he's... not there
anymore. The corridor continues some ways further, so what have
you got to lose?
...unfortunatley, the rest of the Death Boot has not been
completed. If you are interested in resuming your tour when that
is possible, e-mail me at frogurt@geocities.com.
Otherwise, just go to the Entrance Page.