2008-12-31 by Ritchie Thai
The traveller landed on the planet with a crash, as he always did, and slowly climbed out of the cylinder he had been riding in. The glass had cracked upon the impact, and he pushed the pieces away like a baby bird emerging from its egg.
He saw a ruined empty world. Where he was, all there was was a road which stretched on and on, and around him there were cracks in the road, trees pulled out of the ground, and cars laying sideways with their wheels missing, but with his mask on, he could see everything on the planet, and knew that elsewhere there was far more destruction.
What a sad sight, he thought, I wonder what happened here. In the cracks on the road, somethings was moving around. They were dark tentacles that looked stringy and fleshy. Thousands of little fibres made up each of the thick moving tentacles. The traveller walked up to the nearest protrusion from the ground, and using his thick muscular arm, pulled off