Information Finding Championship - Season 1 : Round 23 - Catch Up

Information Finding Championship
Season 1 : Round 23 - Catch Up
The Story House

This round comes from @iexplore and if you haven’t checked out the original post be sure to visit it and join in with the fun! This is a catch up round so if you’re new to IFC now is a perfect chance to swoop in and take a win!

This challenge requires a story for the children of Cryptopia! The story books have been lost and must be replaced as soon as possible. The short story must contain the following words:

• Book
• Fall
• Chair
• Grass
• Forest
• Clock
• Juice
• Spaceship
• Beach Ball
• Universe

My Entry

Legends of the End of Time and the Beginning of Cryptopia

Once Upon A Time,

Before the first days of Cryptopia, long before the Digital Castle was constructed there were a group of rebels.

They were a noble, loyal and kind tribe who escaped from a prison-world ruled by a tyrannical overlord named The Clock. It was a terrible world full of never ending production - a world where the people worked as slaves putting together millions of toys all day long but never got to play with a single one of them.

There wasn’t a single tree or flower, not a bird or frog. The air was stale and dry, not a fresh breeze to be felt - only the warm, thick air blowing out of their crude production machines. There was no outside and no nature like we have here.

The Clock had ruled there to be only two times: Work and Break time. The alarm would sound to indicate breaktime and go off again to signal worktime. Breaktime was never as long as worktime and it came very rarely.

Most people of that world could not take their eyes off The Clock but the Rebels,by some miracle or malfunction, were able to look around. Whenever one of the rare breaktimes was announced all the slaves would just stand there watching the Clock, waiting for it to announce breaktime was over but these special rebels would leave their posts and gather to talk by @apolymask’s station.

Everything changed that epic breaktime when @apolymask declared he had an idea:

”Everyone, I have a plan - a way we can flee from this place. The Book says there are other worlds, right? We just need to get there…
Well, recently, instead of producing the toys I was assigned to make, I used those blueprints from The Book and I built a spaceship - a real, working spaceship!”

He went over to his workbench and brought back a toy spaceship.

The group of friends stared in wonder.

“I know what it seems like... but look..” and @apolymask pulled a vial of liquid out from his pocket.

This vial glowed a deep orange, as if you had botted our Sun just as it was going down one evening. The faces of all the friends lit up upon seeing it.

Each friend recalled feeling, smelling or hearing something different when they set their eyes on that magic juice but each and every one wanted to taste it.

Just then The Clock screamed out that breaktime was over. The sounds of production picked back up and no one could hear - worried that they would lose their chance @apolymask swigged the vial and passed it on. Each friend took any equally small swig, assuring that there was enough for all.

The magic juice knocked them all out and when they awoke they were seated inside the toy-spaceship, each in their own chair. Through the windows they could see their world below - a beachball sized, tan colored planet clouded in smog and smoke.

The rebels traveled through galaxy after galaxy in search of the perfect new home.

One day the ship got pulled into a black hole and ended up in a whole new universe. Immediately they spotted a little blue planet.

They landed here in Cryptopia when the forest was still a baby, with only saplings here and there. The group disembarked and constructed the Digital Castle in a field of grass alongside the forest.Together the friends used the instructions in The Book and built a thriving community. Each person found they had a special, unique talent in one of the 5 areas of skills.

The rebels vowed The Clock would never enslave the people of Cryptopia. There would be all types of different productions and each person would get to enjoy what they made by sharing it with others. No breaktime alarm would be required because the people could break and work as they pleased. Each person would be held at a high standard and given the respect their talents deserved.

And so ends the legend of how Cryptopia came to be.
May these honorable standards never fall.

And remember, if you ever hear someone say, “What is it, breaktime?” - know that it is your duty as a Cryptopian to fight off the encroaching, evil Clock by replying, “There is no Time here.”

The End.

Thanks for checking out my entry.