Yarr maties! Time for some more more poetry. This go around I wanted to explore how another culture would view one of our modern age objects. Y-yes I've been found out, I do play video games. I love you, Reader.
Heretical Devices of
Satanic Array
Kell Inkston
I open
the next box of items procured from the dig site, but not before a brief prayer
of protection over my weak, sinful heart.
The
first object is small, just smaller than my hand, tablet-shaped and has a cool,
glossy touch, as if it were made of some sort of obsidian glass. Its center is
pitch black, I can only imagine what sort of sorceries are contained inside,
for among the runes, one is still glowing, betraying some dark power held
within. It is covered in markings of such unintelligible array, but under the
glowing rune is the one symbol I can recognize, the ancient symbol of heretical
power; an ancient belief for a barbaric
society. They believed they could contain and use demons to charge their
horrific devices.
I cannot yet comprehend this
object’s purpose, but I shudder to think what dark reasons they used it for.
Upon smelling and (tree forgive)
tasting the object, I note nothing of interest, a typical trait for their
sorceries. After feeling the tablet a bit, I find there is a small part of it
that I can press into, and out pops what seems to be an insert of some sort. I
jolt back, wait a moment in shock, and then gradually ease back to my seat. The
cartridge, covered with more demonic runes, depicts what seems to be a man in
red, leaping high over all sorts of unspeakable, deformed monstrosities.
I’m certain now, this device is
used for casting spells. One of the ancient heathens would place their selected
spell into the tablet, and use it as a medium for casting.
Tree forgive their unprecedented
witchery.
I’m almost done before I place it
in the burn pile, but its design is so peculiar, I can’t help but think I’m
missing something.
By the vines, yes! There is a crack
to the side, it seems as though it opens like a book! I will do this, and
report my findings after five prayers to the great tree.
My final observations were steeped
in horror. Upon opening the tome thought to be tablet, arcane runes of
unbelievable satanry flashed before my eyes. I saw dozens of people trapped
inside the singular, moving pages of the book’s ethereal void.
This is the most terrifying thing
I’ve laid eyes on, after smashing the tablet into pieces, I quickly found a
translator and he read the largest set of runes on the now-destroyed tome.
“Nintendo 3DS” he called it.
Tree save us from this evil.
