I was traveling to find a new Freighter, and I still cannot understand how I spend so many hours on this planet. It is my first encounter with those huge craters! The must have formed years ago. Even life has begun again in this planet!
It is still unexplained by me, how those ancient temples, keep the flag levitating though. Those mysteries keep going around.
Tonight was a meteor shower. You watched in silent awe as the thousands of stars fell through the sky. It was truly a sight to behold. Until one seemed particularly close to you, growing larger and larger. You screamed as it landed in a crater mere feet from you. Slowly you struggled to your feet, belatedly realizing that this wasn’t a rock. At the base of the pit, a pile of black feathers and… was that a person? A man surrounded by a pile of feathers, all charred, lay crumpled on the ground. You couldn’t fathom where he came from.
UKRAINE, Donetsk : A man stands next a crater following shelling in the Kuybeshevski area in Donetsk on November 6, 2014. Ukraine’s tattered ceasefire came under new strain on November 5, as shelling killed two teenagers playing football in rebel-held Donetsk and President Petro Poroshenko said he was deploying reinforcements to face a threatened separatist offensive. AFP PHOTO / DIMITAR DILKOFF
Adapted from the The Surrealist Group in Paris (Ce Qui Sera, p. 56-57)
One player should select a (more or less) intriguing photograph or art collage and write a short text that offers an imaginative, deliberately ‘unreasonable’ interpretation of what is taking place in the picture.
The photograph/artwork and the text are then passed to the other players, who each write a refutation of the interpretation.
Submit the photograph/artwork and textual interpretations as a single submission. Select the January tag.
Example from The Surrealist Group in Paris:
Firstly, you should know that this scene takes place on the edge of a crater of Etna. The man in the trilby carefully holding a crystal crocodile is none other than the last descendant of Empedocles. He is about to throw it into the volcano, together with a dozen other small crystalline monsters. But, beforehand, he must convince three prominent members of the Academy of Sciences of Pétrusmok–Malcolm de Chazal (wearing a cap), Alexandria David-Neel, and the young Jean-Jacques Rousseau–that this magical practice is needed to combat global warming.
This man in the trilby is naturally very interested in claiming a prestigious ancestor the better to dupe the bystanders. In reality, he is simply trying to sell amulets made in Pantin by poor African immigrants, and the scene, far from taking place at the edge of Mount Etna, is located at the North Pole on an ice floe converted into a film set after a partial melting that was suspended by an injection of cement mixed with a synthetic foam, allowing it to float. This means that global warming is welcome here and not to be combated. As for the characters seen in the picture, it really can be those specifically named, but played by amateur actors recruited from the local Inuit population, excited about this career change.
Not at all! This scene did not take place! But it could happen in the middle of the vast steppes of the Ukraine. The behatted man holding with unfeigned glee the coccyx stolen fromTrotsky’s skeleton is none other than the grandson of Nestor Makhno. He is about to place it into a display cabinet of the Museum of the Makhnovist Revolution of the Gulai Pole Soviet, but he must first convince three comrades of the Soviet of Ex-Workers of the Ukraine of the need to conserve this 'precious relic of an enemy of the revolution’, rather than follow their inclination to add it as an incongruous ingredient to the gigantic annual stew to commemorate the defeat of the Red Army by the Maklinovists in 1923 at the Battle of Bakunin (formerly Odessa).
A large flash could be seen for miles, a large lighting bolt flashed brightly but many could also see a thing arrow like projectile flying through the air at speeds unmatched by most. When the object finally hit the ground a large flash was seen again then.. Nothing but a small smoke rise. In the crater lay a man. A man that would not remember anything past his name.
Korra was out taking Naga for a walk around the city when a bright light flashed into the sky, wondering what it was. She directed her polar dog best friend towards the light, hoping it wasn’t some kind of threat to the humans or the spirits.
What was discovered as he approached the scene was a figure, not something she recognized, who looked from a far away place, not here. He was laying on the ground, not moving. Korra came near, slowly, crouching down to see if the person was alive, shaking him a bit. “Hey, are you okay?”