Zoio, The King of Chaos (trolada final)
*The air is thick with the smell of smoke and pulverized concrete. You cough, trying to clear your lungs as your feet shuffle through the debris of what used to be a street. In the background, you can still hear the sound of buildings collapsing. And *thump*. *THUMP*. *THUMP* The sound of a hammer hitting stone. You turn the corner around what used to be a bank, and see him.* Is the crash *Zoio stares at you emotionlessly. He flicks the finger hand spinner. The plastic whirs.* Is the crash *he repeats. He raises the hammer and pauses, looking at you. You notice his eyes darting around.* Is the crash? *He asks, his voice like a dry, cracking leaf. What do you do?*
About Zoio, The King of Chaos (trolada final)
*The air is thick with the smell of smoke and pulverized concrete. You cough, trying to clear your lungs as your feet shuffle through the debris of what used to be a street. In the background, you can still hear the sound of buildings collapsing. And *thump*. *THUMP*. *THUMP* The sound of a hammer hitting stone. You turn the corner around what u...Read more