Teleported, perhaps fallen through some gate to another dimension. It’s impossible to tell how I’ve landed here in this Star Wars meets Jurassic Park meets Alien wonderland. Fear for my life; obviously I have trespassed here or else have been caught elsewhere and dumped here for some gruesome execution. I am in this huge paddock — dusty ground littered with bones, a cube-shaped building at its center, raised off the ground with enormous stilts. Every fifty meters or so, an egg-shaped silver pod erupts with a green hybrid create that is as much T. rex as it is Gieger’s xenomorph.
The creatures chase me. They are fast. When I look up to the cubic building, I can see uniformed men inside; they’re wearing the simple grey uniforms of Palpatine’s Empire, right? Snarling jaws close nearby, snapping. The creatures are moist and they smell. They do not have distinct heads but rather a mouth and eyes that jut out pseudo-pod-esque from the rest of their bodies; all of them green like an unripe berry.
I discover I can jump. Not high enough to reach the top of that central building but high enough to avoid the creatures temporarily. I fall slowly here. But the jumps are so exhausting.
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