One day, you are sitting at home, browsing internet forums, when you hear a faint knock on the door. You ponder, for a moment, what this could be, before slowly rising out of your chair and limbering up for a trip downstairs. You step down the staircase and find yourself at the front door. "Oh no!" you think, as you realise that you haven't got your keys with you. You rush back upstairs, determined not to keep your visitor waiting, and grab your keys before flinging yourself down the stairs and into the door. You fumble with the keys and finally push them into the lock before swinging the door open.
Standing before you is a man in a white shirt and blue shorts, donning a red bag and a cap as well. You stare at him for an awkward moment before finally realising that he must be the postman! You peer down at the parcel he is carrying, a rather large brown package that has something scribbled down the side of it. You snatch the package off the man, uttering a quick "Thank you." and slamming the door in his face. Eager to find out what is in the package you carry the 1'x1' brown box to your room and place it on your over crowded desk. You glance at the writing on the side; "Handle with care; very important" it says. You wonder, "What could this be?" for a while before aqcuiring a knife from your pocket and mutilating the wrapping of this object.
Once all the wrapping is shredded to small pieces you gaze at the slightly smaller black box before you. It is a plain and simple black box, with a black lid and black sides, upon inspecting the underneath you find that that too, is black. You carefully remove the rather black lid and take a peek inside, full of intrigue. Inside appears to a blackness, a place devoid of all light, and you pause for a moment. Then, *BLAM!*. Something flies out of it and hits you in the face, apparantly blinding you! You roll around on the floor for a moment, before grasping your face with your hand to find that it is actually a now crumpled piece of paper.
You promptly read through the introduction, ignoring the grammar mistakes and get up from the floor. You stare at the blackness, contemplating whether or not you should say the phrase mentioned. It wouldn't hurt. There's no way it could. Could it? No, of course it couldn't. It probably wouldn't even work if you did. Besides, it's obviously really old, so it's probably broken. Or maybe it's a practical joke being played on me.
"RESET WORLD!"
There is a small flash of light, and nothing happens. "There we go, it was broken.", you think. You fall back into your chair, adimitedly slightly dissapointed. While you are engrossed in your computer you don't notice the small brown sphere growing inside the blackness, and before long it is almost a large as the box itself. You urn to look at the box and are slilghtly shocked to see that a brown blob has formed inside it. You proceed to ponder what to do.
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Topic: Your Very Own Planet (Read 6814 times)