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I am in some underground city with a group of friends. There are various dangers, but all are manageable except one – a huge green ogre-like creature. No weapon can stop him, and fighting him is pointless. If you encounter him, yr as good as dead. Also, he is the one thing preventing people from getting out of the city.
My friends and I plot our escape anyway. Our best chance is a large warehouse that is the basement to an old high-rise building on the surface. If we can make it to the upper levels, we can get out.
My friends handle the details, and eventually they tell me we’re ready to go, but we’ve got to go now because the ogre knows what we’re up to and is coming now.
We enter the warehouse through a large wooden sliding door. Inside is a massive maze of obstacles made of plywood, chairs, office cubicle dividers, crates – whatever my friends could get their hands on. We don’t navigate the maze so much as climb over it. The maze won’t stop the ogre, but it should slow him down, even if he decides to smash down the walls.
We make our way to the upper floor of the warehouse (though we’re still in the basement, technically), where there is an old-fashioned mechanical lift that works via pulleys and counterweights, etc. That’s our ticket out. We go up winding concrete stairs to the door, pile into the lift, close the gate and start going up. That’s when I notice that my friend Animal hasn’t got in the lift with us – he’s still on the landing, looking over the railing to see how close the ogre is. We have to stop and go back down to get him.
When we get back to the landing, he’s not there, so I go off to look for him. During my search I find what looks like a long-abandoned radio station studio filled with old analog equipment. As I look around, the ogre shuffles by the open door. He is wearing a Flash Gordon t-shirt.
I freeze, but he hasn't seen me, so as quietly as I can, I go to the studio door, close it and hold it shut, for all the good it will do if he knows I’m in there. I’m convinced he has noticed the door closing and will smash through it any second.
But he doesn’t. He continues on down the hall. I slip out and go the long way around back to the lift, where Animal is waiting. There is also the warehouse caretaker, a kindly elderly lady who will help us escape. We ask her to come with us, but she assures us the ogre won’t hurt her. She points to a battery of rocket launchers mounted on either side of the lift shaft, then to the trip wires connected to them.
We hit the button and the lift creaks its way up the shaft as we hear the ogre roaring in anger at having lost us.
There’s only one floor to select, which turns out to be the top floor of the high-rise. We can hear the ogre climbing up the cables after us. The only way out is through a window onto a fire escape. We make our way down the fire escape to the ground, and walk away quickly, not daring to look back.
I risk a glance and see the high-rise is an old ramshackle affair like the kinds of buildings you see in the older parts of Hong Kong (though that’s not where we are).
As we walk to a nearby beach, the top of the high-rise explodes outwards – the ogre has set off the rocket launchers and has been destroyed! We made it! We start dancing and laughing along the beach in celebration. I look up at the building again, and realize that the debris from the explosion is headed right for us. We run as chunks of wood, brick and green ogre meat rain down on the beach.
And then I woke up.
Nick of time,
This is dF
My friends and I plot our escape anyway. Our best chance is a large warehouse that is the basement to an old high-rise building on the surface. If we can make it to the upper levels, we can get out.
My friends handle the details, and eventually they tell me we’re ready to go, but we’ve got to go now because the ogre knows what we’re up to and is coming now.
We enter the warehouse through a large wooden sliding door. Inside is a massive maze of obstacles made of plywood, chairs, office cubicle dividers, crates – whatever my friends could get their hands on. We don’t navigate the maze so much as climb over it. The maze won’t stop the ogre, but it should slow him down, even if he decides to smash down the walls.
We make our way to the upper floor of the warehouse (though we’re still in the basement, technically), where there is an old-fashioned mechanical lift that works via pulleys and counterweights, etc. That’s our ticket out. We go up winding concrete stairs to the door, pile into the lift, close the gate and start going up. That’s when I notice that my friend Animal hasn’t got in the lift with us – he’s still on the landing, looking over the railing to see how close the ogre is. We have to stop and go back down to get him.
When we get back to the landing, he’s not there, so I go off to look for him. During my search I find what looks like a long-abandoned radio station studio filled with old analog equipment. As I look around, the ogre shuffles by the open door. He is wearing a Flash Gordon t-shirt.
I freeze, but he hasn't seen me, so as quietly as I can, I go to the studio door, close it and hold it shut, for all the good it will do if he knows I’m in there. I’m convinced he has noticed the door closing and will smash through it any second.
But he doesn’t. He continues on down the hall. I slip out and go the long way around back to the lift, where Animal is waiting. There is also the warehouse caretaker, a kindly elderly lady who will help us escape. We ask her to come with us, but she assures us the ogre won’t hurt her. She points to a battery of rocket launchers mounted on either side of the lift shaft, then to the trip wires connected to them.
We hit the button and the lift creaks its way up the shaft as we hear the ogre roaring in anger at having lost us.
There’s only one floor to select, which turns out to be the top floor of the high-rise. We can hear the ogre climbing up the cables after us. The only way out is through a window onto a fire escape. We make our way down the fire escape to the ground, and walk away quickly, not daring to look back.
I risk a glance and see the high-rise is an old ramshackle affair like the kinds of buildings you see in the older parts of Hong Kong (though that’s not where we are).
As we walk to a nearby beach, the top of the high-rise explodes outwards – the ogre has set off the rocket launchers and has been destroyed! We made it! We start dancing and laughing along the beach in celebration. I look up at the building again, and realize that the debris from the explosion is headed right for us. We run as chunks of wood, brick and green ogre meat rain down on the beach.
And then I woke up.
Nick of time,
This is dF
