[Viridi sighs listlessly as she stands in the middle of the ruined landscape and watches the mechanical monstrosities approach.]
'We're not destroying the natural world! We're just improving on it!' 'We need these resources for our better creations.' 'Don't worry, Viridi, it's called civilization. We're not abandoning you.'
Now I don't know exactly what moral to take away from this, but I'm thinking it goes something like...
Technology drools, nature rules.
[And for the first time in eons, the little goddess cracks her knuckles and actually bothers to attack of her own volition. With a whirl of her staff, a beam of light arches forward and smashes into the nearest monster, ripping its fragmented arm clean off. Viridi forms a gun-shape with her left hand and blows on the smoking end.]
Not too shabby, if I do say so myself. Could work a little on the aim.
[III, Part I] [The mirrored shards reflect fleeting images of memories that were perhaps better forgotten. But one person, at least, has no aversion to what they're seeing. Viridi sits cross-legged, hovering in the middle of the wreckage as she scoops grapes into her mouth.]
Play it again...!
[Viridi smiles fondly as the shards continue to reflect her most important memory... The moment the Reset Bomb strikes the earth and wipes out the warring armies appears over and over and over.]
Ahahaha...! My greatest moment. It's so nice to have your work remembered.
[III, Part 2] [Whenever she's finished admiring her own handiwork, Viridi can be found setting up camp in one of the abandoned buildings. ...Except it doesn't particularly look like an abandoned building anymore. On the outside, the only peculiar thing about her chosen haven is that the crumbling concrete appears to be covered in ivy; stepping inside, however...]
Hey!
Don't step on the flowers!
[It's like walking into a miniature forest. Viridi reclines from an enormous palm leaf slung between two small trees, sipping juice from a coconut and fanning herself with another leaf.]
What? I'm not moving. I refuse to go any further into this me-forsaken hellscape than I absolutely have to. Go find your own wreck to remodel.
Finder's keepers, losers can go slum it up somewhere else-eepers.
OTA!
No one ever listens to me.
[Viridi sighs listlessly as she stands in the middle of the ruined landscape and watches the mechanical monstrosities approach.]
'We're not destroying the natural world! We're just improving on it!' 'We need these resources for our better creations.' 'Don't worry, Viridi, it's called civilization. We're not abandoning you.'
Now I don't know exactly what moral to take away from this, but I'm thinking it goes something like...
Technology drools, nature rules.
[And for the first time in eons, the little goddess cracks her knuckles and actually bothers to attack of her own volition. With a whirl of her staff, a beam of light arches forward and smashes into the nearest monster, ripping its fragmented arm clean off. Viridi forms a gun-shape with her left hand and blows on the smoking end.]
Not too shabby, if I do say so myself. Could work a little on the aim.
[III, Part I]
[The mirrored shards reflect fleeting images of memories that were perhaps better forgotten. But one person, at least, has no aversion to what they're seeing. Viridi sits cross-legged, hovering in the middle of the wreckage as she scoops grapes into her mouth.]
Play it again...!
[Viridi smiles fondly as the shards continue to reflect her most important memory... The moment the Reset Bomb strikes the earth and wipes out the warring armies appears over and over and over.]
Ahahaha...! My greatest moment. It's so nice to have your work remembered.
[III, Part 2]
[Whenever she's finished admiring her own handiwork, Viridi can be found setting up camp in one of the abandoned buildings. ...Except it doesn't particularly look like an abandoned building anymore. On the outside, the only peculiar thing about her chosen haven is that the crumbling concrete appears to be covered in ivy; stepping inside, however...]
Hey!
Don't step on the flowers!
[It's like walking into a miniature forest. Viridi reclines from an enormous palm leaf slung between two small trees, sipping juice from a coconut and fanning herself with another leaf.]
What? I'm not moving. I refuse to go any further into this me-forsaken hellscape than I absolutely have to. Go find your own wreck to remodel.
Finder's keepers, losers can go slum it up somewhere else-eepers.