Saturday, 28 February 2015

AND THE DUMB SPEAK

A dusty and time-worn mechanical booth awaits you in this area without torches, the only light provided from within its glass. The machine resembles an arcade machine but instead reads "ASK THE JACK OF ALL" in handwritten script above a screen containing a animatronic man clothed in a black vest-- red-gloved right hand outstretched towards you (you think?). His face reminds you of Jack Nicholson, grinning at you in the dim dark of the pyramid.



As you approach, the gears inside whirr to life, and a terrible voice speaks.
"What would you give for a bit of safety?"
You insert a unit of currency.

"Ask away."