Infinite Apocalypse Session
A little over a year ago, Blaze, a mega-shooter, asked for a story to go with this image. I rediscovered this request while archiving email in Outlook. And now that the Blog Bug has bitten the English-language writer in me, I will take a weak stab at it. Sad but true. Captives of an empire are not supposed to work for themselves so attending to an imaginative task like this can be counter intuitive.
Let’s set the scene. Let’s borrow from the less spectacular imagery from Kazuaki Kiriya, his 2004 movie Casshern. You have someone from the upper castes touring the wastes. Her retinue of guards and transport are just out of frame. She is pulled to this place for reasons beyond her consciousness. Something that will help her form her identity as a mature person draws her to this place. No special effects… No super manga hero pyrotechnic martial arts…
And the soundtrack? Well let’s bring in the Roach Messiah! Well, maybe something a bit more subdued—for this particular scene. …And, of course, that relatively blue sky and the telephone poles will have to go!
That’s all for now… captivity! Arrggh!