The Pink Dice Chronicles

Gladriana's voice quivered with her age as the wrinkles on her face reinforced the seriousness of the words as she spoke them.  I was a curious little boy there, listening intently to her words. When the world began, there were the four gods, and no others to vie for power.  They ruled over all but each other.  They came together and split the world. The God that Swims took the waters and ruled over the oceans and seas. The God that Flies took to the air and ruled over the skies. The God that Walks took to the land and ruled over the continents. But, the final god, the God that Crawls, saw no part of the world left for him, and so he crawled deep within the world and made a new world.  The God that Crawls made dark lands beneath and in his anger towards the rest of the gods and their worlds, he made all sorts of creatures that would be the bane of the others in the world that flew and walked and swam.  And, in his own time, that god, the God that Crawl...

The VW pipes were singing until a bad shift let out a puff of smoke and a shutter.  The Dub in the front seat turned his head and opened a yellow smile at me. "No worries man."  He drew out his words.  "She is just a little tempermental, but she'l' get us there." I coughed.  I preferred the clean air and silent hum of an electric, but there are no electric taxis around the ground floor. There was a loud thump as the suspension bottomed out.  It was the first ramp down.  I looked out the window as the old VW gripped the corner tightly.  You couldn't watch a viewscreen in one of these old beasts while taking the turns down -- you'd vomit all over yourself. The engine wound up again as we hit flat ground.  There was a smell of musty dirt in the air.  Up ahead, I could see one of the robotic tractors running operations.  It was turning over the grass into the soil and planting new.  It is the only way to grow soil this far under...