ProjectPANDORA

An hour for lunch. Jason Mordecai relaxes in his huge, black, leather chair and picks up his copy of the TIMES. The paper, alongside most other news organisations, had been following the story of a group of archaeologists, who apparently discovered 'Pandora's box'. Mordecai scoffs at such claims; mythology was something that belonged in the imaginations of the ancients, not something that could be 'discovered' by modern scientists.   Yet...   He was intrigued by the story. The idea that all the evil in the world was confined to one small marble chest, was somehow endearing to him, it almost made sense. It made the thoughts that entered hi

"Jason, you cannot escape: we have found you." Jason Mordecai floats languidly in a dream state. The voice talks to him endlessly, repeating that little phrase, telling him how he's been caught. Occasionally a shape will jump out from the darkness and either torture him or simply watch him. Strange shapes, deformed oddities, the blackness makes them even more horrific. Their eyes seem to glow with supernatural light, subdued blues and greens, diffused and haunting. One particular creature appears before him. It's corpse white body gleams in the blackness. It bounds over to him, its strong hind legs propelling it forward, as it nears he can se

I've been feeling nostalgic as of late. The forgotten memories of the good old times have swarming my head for a while now… I miss the good old times. Never in my life would I imagine that so much would change in such a short amount of time…     It's been six years now since Pandora's Box was opened; everything has changed so much… The landscapes have altered, and very few humans remain, that is, assuming we can still be called "humans"… Most of us have changed, mutated organisms now. Each new race now claims a particular landscape… We all have become rather territorial. The Lycanthropes rule the forests. The Merfolk have taken over the sea

Today I found a human town. I wasn't even sure they existed anymore… I decided to conceal my feral attributes so I wouldn't cause a riot. I've heard that a lot of mutants have been abusing their powers lately, so I bet the last thing humans want to see is an abomination as myself.     I found a nice hooded cape near the outskirts of town. It was perfect! With it I was able to hide both my face and tail. - "Now if I could only hide these claws of mine…"     Fortunately, near the town's entrance I was able to scavenge for gloves. - "A perfect fit!"     Now that I wasn't going to cause panic – just incredible amounts of suspicion – I dec

It's funny how we think we can escape reality… We find ourselves in a bad situation and somehow think that there's an easy way out, that someone will come rescue us, or that against all odds we'll somehow overcome tragedy. Heh! Eternal optimism, that's the only way to describe human nature. You would think that along this transformation we would have actually evolved into realists…     So there I was, alone, surrounded by a dozen or two of thugs. All of them with one goal, and that was to kill me. I looked around as I walked in circles. - "No way out of this one…" - I thought to myself.     I noticed that they all had pitchforks and torc