Meteos Age: Huge, but bigger.

Meteos Age: Huge, but bigger.

Five thousand kilometres from Earth; a small, white block heads to the atmosphere to impact with the soil below the blanket of clouds. With a tremendous speed, it locked itself on the mass between the blotches of blue. The darkness behind it was not interesting or as allusive as the mysteries under the white fluff.

The bus pulled up on the concrete slabs, stopping near a tram/footpath intersection. From the bus, a slender, clumsy-appearing man appears, carrying a backpack. He looked around, waves at the driver and heads for the building on the other side of the rails. Another figure appears from the bus. Almost completely in black with a stench of medieval times, he appeared most unpleasant. With slow, dozy footsteps, he continued his weary path to the building. His backpack stuffed so much he appeared an impossible shape, it was a miracle he was able to stand upright. Although that would be a lie, for he hung forward like a slab of cheese. On the other side, he walked across the fresh, black asphalt and headed for the gate. From the dark, gray clouds above, a loud hissing noise emerged. It was threatening and toxic, like a snake in the grass. Slithering through the floating clouds was a small cube of white, now visible to the men below. He looked around to see the cube smashing into his face, forcing him onto the ground. Nobody beheld this great abuse, though he was fine and still alive.
“(…)!” He exclaimed furious, rubbing his sore spot. Swinging the bag on his back, he grabbed the small cube and observed it. It wasn’t very odd, except the white crescent on all sides. With a careful eye, he evaluated the curious thing and smashed it into the ground a few times, seeing no damage was done. “Heh,” He said in a chuckle. “What a funny cube. Although this shape is quite illusive. Reminds me of Meteos. Ah, Meteos, fun game! Lots of booming and flying and falling and KAPOW!” Oddly, there was nobody else he conversed to, other than the air around him. “Cute little Air Meteo!” A sudden jolt crossed every nerve in his body. The cube turned to sand, which slowly crept up his bulky nose. Coughing and exhaling did nothing against the foolish nature of the sand. His lungs felt ticklish and large, like two pieces of haggis being pumped with air. Curious enough, the sensation remained concentrated on his lungs, devoid of any other part of his body. Not his nose, not his airway; nothing replied to the moving sand. Once the thing had vanished into his entrails, a small peddle remained. “Heughe!” His coughs did nothing, so he sniffled a little at the end. “Gih.” The small peddle was quite peculiar; it had a miniature slice glass in the middle, which created a small image. “Blualololo.”
“Welcome to Meteos Defence Protocol 2.0.0.9. Our system is required to provide the fullest defence against your planets upcoming assaults. Do not be alarmed and call your highest authority.”
“Duuuude. Either that cube is a new kind of self-inhaling heroin or I am KO.”
“MDP 2009 is an intelligent system that analyses the likeliness of a Meteos swarm impacting your planet. Our scanners indicate your package has hit an asteroid in midway, causing the large magnitude of supplies to scatter. Fortunately, they’re all in tact and on the surface.”
“Listen… freaky rock thing; what was that freaky cube thing?”
“An Air Meteo. Currently, it has taken place in appropriate organs for optimal functioning.” He looked around, hearing the bell of the school ringing.
“How does it work?”
“Meteos can be activated by chanting the planetary name of the Meteo element and the term “Meteo” in that respective order.”
“So if I say: “Air Meteo”…” He sniffled and sneezed his way into the sky, looking down and panicking. His unfortunate usage of the Meteo led to a most unwanted launch. “Air Meteo! Air Meteo! Air Meteo!” He shouted in panic.
“For correct usage, feel the abundant element into existence and use accordingly.” The human pondered that thought for a split second, before flapping his arms, with notable effects. He hovered inches above the ground, appearing like a silly bird. Confused and scared, he stopped and fell. With the gentle bending of knees, he continued his investigation.
“Hm.” He looked at the canal ahead of him. “Air Meteo.” Taking the pose to throw a non-existent ball, the air suddenly shifted. Clouds nervously escaped the direct area around the human as the ‘ball’ hit the water, creating a large, watery explosion. “(…) smuge!”