Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Flying Hawk Lords

Joe blinked.


The stage had disappeared, as had most everything else.  Suddenly they were both surrounded by clouds and rushing air.  Then they slowly rose above the cloud cover.  Lemtata and Joe were levitating at about 30,000 feet, or so he estimated as he nodded at a very startled pilot inside the cockpit of a passing Air Bus, out of SEA-TAC by the look of him.


Then, something struck Joe as odd.


Lemmy and Michael Moorcock suddenly flew by them, but they had black, oily crow's wings.  Three seconds later, Dave Brock fly by, also winged, though his were golden and red.  They also were all dressed in Viking garb.  Hawk Lords? 


"Hmmm." Joe looked for Jose. 


There was no videogame anywhere.  Then Joe saw it.  About 10,000 feet below them was a giant yellow number in the sky.  It looked from the size of it that the glowing numbers must stand 75 feet high.  And the number was increasing. 


33,455,248,344. Now 33,455,249,587.


It was then that Joe realized that he could still hear the Trans-Pac gobbling.  And the gobbling was getting louder.


"Joe, LOOK!" screamed Lemtata, pointing below them.

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