Updated Story(pre script)
The sun slowly emerges from the horizon casting deep shadows over the hilly terrain. As the light begins to fill the air, the shadows become shallower and shapes start to emerge. Situated in a valley between three converging hills lies a clearing with a shanty looking shack made of various materials. As the light brightens, so does the scenery of hills laden with civilization's refuse of twisted metal and masonary debris. These are not hills of earth and vegetation; but rather that of metal parts, stone work chunks, and other various small objects indicating a sign of civilization.
The dark clouds start to disperse and a figure emerges from the shack. As he steps out, he stretches towards the sky and looks around intently. This figure seems to consist of recognizable body parts, but appear to float between invisible joints. Its forarms are large and hang well below his waste, his fingers detached from an invisible wrist flex nimbly as he reaches for the sky in this seemingly morningly ritual. His feet are small, the toes detached at the joints but held in place by some unknown force. His head is where a head should be, but without a visible neck. The head appears strikingly similar to that of a small lizard, with inset eyes and large snout. As he yawns, some sharp pointy teeth are seen catching the morning's red light. He comes to a rest and leans on the door that was slowly closed behind him.
A loud whir is heard as the figure looks up towards the sound. it is a large hovering object sillouhetted in the early morning light. the whirring stops and several objects are seen being jetisoned from it's belly. it is dumping new debris on the already garbage infested terrain. as the last object falls from the hovering object, a few seconds of silence fill the air. as the silence falls upon the valley a dull and barely discernable air rushing sound is heard. it is the sound of the hovering object kicking up dust in it's wake. the few seconds pass and the whirring commences once more. the hovering object leaves and a shimmer is seen at the crest of the hill as the dust begins to settle.
the figure in the valley notices the glinter and takes a few steps forward to get a closer look at the curious shiny object. As the figure steps forward, a can is seen shifting out of place from the top of his head, sliding down the snout of the figure. he reaches up and re-situates the can on the top of his head in a small fit of frustration. The glimmering object not only caught his attention but it also caught another's attention.
after planting his foot to get a closer look at the object, a low rumbling roar can be heard resonating down the valley. The figure stops moving abruptly and slowly shifts his gaze off to his left at the crest of an adjacent hill. His gaze meets that of a burly growling monstrosity. it stands on four legs, all detached but seemingly attached to invisible joints similar to that of the bipedal figure. it's head is very wide with a long snout full of pointy teeth. it has a small body in relation to the proportions of its appendages. its feet are nearly as large as its head ending in three toes. The beast looks to be missing a few teeth and has a three discernable parrallel scars streaming across it's face in a diagonal fashion form its left inset, missing eye to its lower right mandible.
It begins to bound down the hill towards the emerged bipedal figure who begins to rattle the doorknob behind him in a futile attempt to re-enter his home. After realizing the futility of the doorknob, the bipedal figure notices a nearby debris pile and dives into it, kicking up dust and debris in his hasty retreat. the beast smashes into the figures home, knocking the door off of it's hinges. It then regains it's balance and sniffs the air, in an attempt to find the hiding figure. As the beast sniffs the cold morning air, its hot breath can be seen spewing vapor into the red sky. After a few snorts, the beast looks up at the hill where the glinting was seen. a few yards up the hill, the object catches the light once again and favoring its right shoulder, the beast limps towards the shiny object.
under the debris pile, the bipedal figues scours the ground nearby to find a small hook. he nimbly wraps his fingers around the hook and pulls out a rope from his left hip pouch. After assembling a crude grappling device, the figure pokes his head out into the clearing to find the shiny object. as he pokes his head out, the can affixed on top of his head falls off and hits the ground. as the can hits the ground, the figure flinches and holds his breath. the beast stops and looks over it's shoulder back at the bipedal figure who has his head poked out of the debris pile. it sniffs the air and scans the area behind it, apparently not seeing the bipedal figure. It resumes its trek up the steep mound looking at the shiny object.
the bipedal figure sighs, and angrily snorts looking down at the ground at the can lying silently in the dirt. His eyes move up to look for the shiny object. he crawls out from the debris pile and notices the shiny obejct and the beast are merely a few yards from his position at the crest of the nearby garbage mound. He sees the object clearly since the sun has quickly found it's position cresting over the hill behind him. the object is another can, a shiny can. the figures face fills with glee as he starts to twirl the hook and rope in an attempt to grapple the new can.
the beast is within a few steps from the can when it notices an object tethered to a rope falls flat infront of it, latching onto the can. the beast snarls as it approaches the can which is now slowly moving down the hill, bouncing as gravity pulls it down. The beats folows the can to a debris pile. the can bobbles its way under the pile and the beast cocks it's head curiously, closing it's mouth and pushing it's nose into the pile; pushing smaller, lighter debris aside.
as the bipedal figure pulls the can under his debris pile, he gleefully places the new can ontop of his head and hastily leaves the sanctuary he has made for himself. he stands up and brushed debris off of him, and notices the old can laying on the ground. he grunts at the can as he quickly turns 90degrees to his left. as he turns to his destination, he is stopped by a solid object that shouldn't be there. the bipedal figure takes a step back as the object he ran into turns to face him. the beast squints it's eyes and draws it's face close to the bipedal figures face. both figures are the same height, the beast's hot breath making the bipedal figure blink. the beast looks up at the can ontop of the others head as the bipedal figure takes another step back, awkardly looking down at the old can. using his right foot, the bipedal figure brings the old can to his right hand and slowly brings it between his face and the beasts face in an attempt to coax the beast. the beast fixes it's gaze on the old rusty can, closing it's mouth and sniffing it curiously.
the bipedal figure tosses the old can towards his shack and the can falls next to the battered unhinged door. the beast turns it's head following the can but doesn't budge. the bipedal figure takes a few steps back as the beast watches the can bounce and come to a rest against the battered door. when the can stops moving, the beast turns its attention back towards the bipedal figure who is now a few steps from the beast. it lifts its front foot and drops it heavily infront of itself, taking a few heavy steps forward. the bipedal figure plants his feet as the beast comes to a rest a few inches from him. it sniffs the shiny can ontop of the figures head. the figure carefully and slowly grabs the can from the top of his head, the beast follwing it intently. the beast lets out a billowing roar, startling the figure. he maintains his grip on the shiny can as he loses his balance and topples backwards, his feet falling out from infront him. the beast lurches forward and leans over the figure, its hot breath causing the figure to flinch his eyes once again.
the figure looks down at the can and appears to think to himself. he then looks up at the lumbering beast bearing down on him. he then looks back down at the can in his grip, his fingers trembling. he then quickly throws his arm back, in an attempt to ready the throw of the can. he pauses and the beast pauses, looking at the can intently. the figure hurls the can past the shack in the valley. the beast quickly turns and leaps after the recently tossed can.
the beast is seen ravenously tearing at the new can as the figure stands up and brushes himself off once again. He looks towards the beast and nods his head shamefully. he then notices the old can laying next to his unhinged door. the figure drags his feet towards his home as the beast swiftly finishes its attack on the shiny can. the beast looks back at the figure then looks up at the crest of the nearby hill. it then bounces up the hill, leaving a shredded can in its wake.
the bipedal figure reaches down for the old can and grabs it slowly, his fingers strumming the rippled edge of the rusty can. he picks the can up and wipes it off with his hand and then brings it to his chest to clean it as well. after removing the majority of the dirt, he then breathes heavily on the can and commences to shine it up to the best of his ability. he approaches the shredded can and stops a pace or two from it. he leans back and places the old can back onto his head. he then folds his arms and kicks loose debris over the shredded shiny object and steps over his dehinged door behind him back into his abode.
The dark clouds start to disperse and a figure emerges from the shack. As he steps out, he stretches towards the sky and looks around intently. This figure seems to consist of recognizable body parts, but appear to float between invisible joints. Its forarms are large and hang well below his waste, his fingers detached from an invisible wrist flex nimbly as he reaches for the sky in this seemingly morningly ritual. His feet are small, the toes detached at the joints but held in place by some unknown force. His head is where a head should be, but without a visible neck. The head appears strikingly similar to that of a small lizard, with inset eyes and large snout. As he yawns, some sharp pointy teeth are seen catching the morning's red light. He comes to a rest and leans on the door that was slowly closed behind him.
A loud whir is heard as the figure looks up towards the sound. it is a large hovering object sillouhetted in the early morning light. the whirring stops and several objects are seen being jetisoned from it's belly. it is dumping new debris on the already garbage infested terrain. as the last object falls from the hovering object, a few seconds of silence fill the air. as the silence falls upon the valley a dull and barely discernable air rushing sound is heard. it is the sound of the hovering object kicking up dust in it's wake. the few seconds pass and the whirring commences once more. the hovering object leaves and a shimmer is seen at the crest of the hill as the dust begins to settle.
the figure in the valley notices the glinter and takes a few steps forward to get a closer look at the curious shiny object. As the figure steps forward, a can is seen shifting out of place from the top of his head, sliding down the snout of the figure. he reaches up and re-situates the can on the top of his head in a small fit of frustration. The glimmering object not only caught his attention but it also caught another's attention.
after planting his foot to get a closer look at the object, a low rumbling roar can be heard resonating down the valley. The figure stops moving abruptly and slowly shifts his gaze off to his left at the crest of an adjacent hill. His gaze meets that of a burly growling monstrosity. it stands on four legs, all detached but seemingly attached to invisible joints similar to that of the bipedal figure. it's head is very wide with a long snout full of pointy teeth. it has a small body in relation to the proportions of its appendages. its feet are nearly as large as its head ending in three toes. The beast looks to be missing a few teeth and has a three discernable parrallel scars streaming across it's face in a diagonal fashion form its left inset, missing eye to its lower right mandible.
It begins to bound down the hill towards the emerged bipedal figure who begins to rattle the doorknob behind him in a futile attempt to re-enter his home. After realizing the futility of the doorknob, the bipedal figure notices a nearby debris pile and dives into it, kicking up dust and debris in his hasty retreat. the beast smashes into the figures home, knocking the door off of it's hinges. It then regains it's balance and sniffs the air, in an attempt to find the hiding figure. As the beast sniffs the cold morning air, its hot breath can be seen spewing vapor into the red sky. After a few snorts, the beast looks up at the hill where the glinting was seen. a few yards up the hill, the object catches the light once again and favoring its right shoulder, the beast limps towards the shiny object.
under the debris pile, the bipedal figues scours the ground nearby to find a small hook. he nimbly wraps his fingers around the hook and pulls out a rope from his left hip pouch. After assembling a crude grappling device, the figure pokes his head out into the clearing to find the shiny object. as he pokes his head out, the can affixed on top of his head falls off and hits the ground. as the can hits the ground, the figure flinches and holds his breath. the beast stops and looks over it's shoulder back at the bipedal figure who has his head poked out of the debris pile. it sniffs the air and scans the area behind it, apparently not seeing the bipedal figure. It resumes its trek up the steep mound looking at the shiny object.
the bipedal figure sighs, and angrily snorts looking down at the ground at the can lying silently in the dirt. His eyes move up to look for the shiny object. he crawls out from the debris pile and notices the shiny obejct and the beast are merely a few yards from his position at the crest of the nearby garbage mound. He sees the object clearly since the sun has quickly found it's position cresting over the hill behind him. the object is another can, a shiny can. the figures face fills with glee as he starts to twirl the hook and rope in an attempt to grapple the new can.
the beast is within a few steps from the can when it notices an object tethered to a rope falls flat infront of it, latching onto the can. the beast snarls as it approaches the can which is now slowly moving down the hill, bouncing as gravity pulls it down. The beats folows the can to a debris pile. the can bobbles its way under the pile and the beast cocks it's head curiously, closing it's mouth and pushing it's nose into the pile; pushing smaller, lighter debris aside.
as the bipedal figure pulls the can under his debris pile, he gleefully places the new can ontop of his head and hastily leaves the sanctuary he has made for himself. he stands up and brushed debris off of him, and notices the old can laying on the ground. he grunts at the can as he quickly turns 90degrees to his left. as he turns to his destination, he is stopped by a solid object that shouldn't be there. the bipedal figure takes a step back as the object he ran into turns to face him. the beast squints it's eyes and draws it's face close to the bipedal figures face. both figures are the same height, the beast's hot breath making the bipedal figure blink. the beast looks up at the can ontop of the others head as the bipedal figure takes another step back, awkardly looking down at the old can. using his right foot, the bipedal figure brings the old can to his right hand and slowly brings it between his face and the beasts face in an attempt to coax the beast. the beast fixes it's gaze on the old rusty can, closing it's mouth and sniffing it curiously.
the bipedal figure tosses the old can towards his shack and the can falls next to the battered unhinged door. the beast turns it's head following the can but doesn't budge. the bipedal figure takes a few steps back as the beast watches the can bounce and come to a rest against the battered door. when the can stops moving, the beast turns its attention back towards the bipedal figure who is now a few steps from the beast. it lifts its front foot and drops it heavily infront of itself, taking a few heavy steps forward. the bipedal figure plants his feet as the beast comes to a rest a few inches from him. it sniffs the shiny can ontop of the figures head. the figure carefully and slowly grabs the can from the top of his head, the beast follwing it intently. the beast lets out a billowing roar, startling the figure. he maintains his grip on the shiny can as he loses his balance and topples backwards, his feet falling out from infront him. the beast lurches forward and leans over the figure, its hot breath causing the figure to flinch his eyes once again.
the figure looks down at the can and appears to think to himself. he then looks up at the lumbering beast bearing down on him. he then looks back down at the can in his grip, his fingers trembling. he then quickly throws his arm back, in an attempt to ready the throw of the can. he pauses and the beast pauses, looking at the can intently. the figure hurls the can past the shack in the valley. the beast quickly turns and leaps after the recently tossed can.
the beast is seen ravenously tearing at the new can as the figure stands up and brushes himself off once again. He looks towards the beast and nods his head shamefully. he then notices the old can laying next to his unhinged door. the figure drags his feet towards his home as the beast swiftly finishes its attack on the shiny can. the beast looks back at the figure then looks up at the crest of the nearby hill. it then bounces up the hill, leaving a shredded can in its wake.
the bipedal figure reaches down for the old can and grabs it slowly, his fingers strumming the rippled edge of the rusty can. he picks the can up and wipes it off with his hand and then brings it to his chest to clean it as well. after removing the majority of the dirt, he then breathes heavily on the can and commences to shine it up to the best of his ability. he approaches the shredded can and stops a pace or two from it. he leans back and places the old can back onto his head. he then folds his arms and kicks loose debris over the shredded shiny object and steps over his dehinged door behind him back into his abode.
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