Snippet #2675154

He could hear a peculiar beeping noise, it sounded faint and almost lazy in its distance before it faded out altogether. Only to be replaced by that odd jolting feeling one can feel just as they have gotten comfortable and are just a few breaths away from slumber, and yet somehow the body feels like it is falling and suddenly has to kick itself into awareness once more. Usually this is responded by a sigh of annoyance before trying to get back into a sweet soft before the sheets go cold.

In Armans case however, things weren't as simple. Or as comfortable.

That strange jolt kicked him into awareness and his eyes snapped open. There were a few things that didn't add up right here. First of all instead of being surrounded by darkness, as one would expect when being jolted awake, the sky was a monochromatic light show, deep purples danced slowly with bright yellows whilst strikes of red intertwined with lines of sea blue. It was certainly an unusual sight, the impressive collection of multicoloured light aside, the fact that his ceiling had also decided to vanish only made his bewilderment grow. The second major bizarreity was that he also not awoken in his bed as one would also expect. Instead he lay perfectly horizontally, over what looked like a potentially bottomless drop, with only his heels touching firm ground. Part of him wanted to be afraid, but then again, if he had remained levitating there for this long what was there to be scared of?

At least he had been levitating there, until he began to think on the whole hanging over a vast ledge issue. At which point he could feel the distinct feeling of inertia working its wiles on him as suddenly, and no doubt rather comically, his body began to rise. It was as though he was a vampire in a 1950s horror flick, that always made him laugh seeing the monster go from laying down to standing up, somehow with his feel being equipped by hydrolic presses. Now he was the one doing it himself he could barely stop himself giggling at just how silly it must look. When his body had righted itself he let out a cheerful "Ding!" As though he had just ridden an elevator upwards.

He took a tentative step forwards, and was happily pleased to discover that the ground wasn't about to wrench itself out from under him, he took some more. And a few more after that for good measure. Even though he knew he should probably watch where he was walking, he found he couldn't help watch the maddening display of light above him, besides. For some unknown reason the rock beneath him was totally flat, featureless and a dull unimpressive block of white. It felt to him that the sky above had stolen all the colour from the ground and was now waving it about as if to show off. Arman felt it was rather rude that the sky would try doing that, as far as he was concerned there was nothing wrong with the ground, a few of his close friends spent a lot of time with the ground. He himself had pretty good relations with the ground, he'd always had a good relation with the ground. In fact the way the sky was carrying on he might just try to build a wall to show it a lesson.

Arman almost had to slap himself there, political jokes weren't really funny when you don't appear to be in a place where politics are necessarily a part of the way things go around here, especially if the sky can steal colour. Hopefully it wouldn't get any ideas about him. He picked up the pace none the less, better safe than sorry.

After a few minutes walking he came across something that seemed entirely out of place on the flat, white ground. Right in front of him the ground rather sharply fell inwards, in fact it was like that for quite a distance. It looked like the giant hole in the ground formed a perfect bowl, and strangely enough it was entirely black. It was very outlandish to see this huge black bowl just sitting around with no sign of what even caused it. He looked about to see if there was any sign of anything else nearby.

Instead as he turned around he saw what little tiny stones floating around in mid air, some of them were even connected to each other.
"Well that's unusual... Unusualer?" What even was unusual any more? But as he moved to try to get a better look at these tiny stones two things happened. First of all he saw that they were carved into the image of a bunch of little floating islands. The second, he was made aware of a most unusual rumbling going on with the ground beneath him, that only seemed to grow louder. Taking a look down he couldn't help but noticed the giant black bowl both shrinking and getting closer to him. Though he wanted to run away his feet no longer seemed to touch the ground. Things continued to escalate as the floating islands next to his head began to grow bigger or more likely he began to shrink. And then he began to fall.

It wasn't a particularly eventful drop, just one containing a lot of confused screaming as he plummeted earthward, the giant white surface growing increasingly small in the distance as the sky began to return to normality. He couldn't help but notice that the once vast surface he had been standing on now revealed that it was no more than a common dice. Before he could really take the time to appreciate this finding, he found the ground was approaching rather quickly. And in fact he found out the hard way, by smacking straight into it.

Oddly though instead of being a hard thwack and then nothing, the ground folded inwards around him, slowing him down. And then rather rudely it bounced him back upwards like a springboard, only with yet more confused shouting. This process repeated itself until he had finally come to a stop, leaving him to wonder just what on earth was going on around here.

Until he was hit on the head by a small, falling dice.