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Floyd | As you try to compose your mind, dark memories wash over you:
Floyd | explosions, death, the tolling of funeral bells, gloom, isolation.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take plate"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | You catch a flurry of movement out of the corner of your eye, but when
Floyd | you turn there is nothing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
olethros asks, "do we really need it?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x book"
lpsmith says (to Floyd), "read book"
Floyd | The title of the book is "The Pyramids of Egypt". Written by a 19th
Floyd | century archaeologist whose name you can't pronounce, it describes
Floyd | several of the monuments in excruciating detail, almost down to the
Floyd | precise measurements of each brick. Idly flipping through the dull
Floyd | volume, your eyes are drawn to a few paragraphs speculating on the
Floyd | existence of yet undiscovered pyramids hidden beneath the shifting
Floyd | desert sands. You set the book aside.
Floyd |
Floyd | Suddenly, you recall that holiday you took in Egypt several years ago,
Floyd | and the memories - slowly at first, but then faster and faster - flash
Floyd | back to you, images of clear skies, desolate sands, ancient ruins,
Floyd | clearer and closer as time itself seems to dissolve, statues almost
Floyd | tangibly solid, spiralling ever inward until memory and consciousness
Floyd | converge...
Floyd |
Floyd | By Pyramid Entrance
Floyd | You'd left the tour bus behind for the afternoon to investigate this
Floyd | recently discovered monument, the tomb of an obscure twelfth dynasty
Floyd | ruler. It made headlines when it was discovered following the violent
Floyd | desert storms of last summer, and the sand still lingers around its
Floyd | base. Hardly any tourists have heard of this place, and not having to
Floyd | put up with the endless babbling is part of the attraction for you. The
Floyd | hot sun reflects blindingly off the polished white limestone of the
Floyd | casing.
Floyd |
Floyd | The view from this slightly wobbly wooden platform halfway up the
Floyd | pyramid would doubtless be magnificent, were there anything to look at
Floyd | other than desert. To the west are rickety stairs leading back to the
Floyd | ground, and to the east a dim passage descends into the man-made
Floyd | mountain.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Not sure."
Fang says (to Floyd), "x me"
Floyd | As good-looking as ever.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says, "probably not"
Jacqueline says, "mmkay"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd |
Floyd | Sloping Passage
Floyd | This narrow, low-ceilinged passage with smooth granite walls slopes
Floyd | downwards and eastwards into the heart of the vast edifice. It is cool
Floyd | inside, a welcome relief from the baking desert sun.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Gunther hollers, "EELLLLIISSOONN"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd |
Floyd | Sloping Gallery
Floyd | The narrow passage from the west opens out into a wide sloping gallery
Floyd | that descends eastwards into what appears to be a burial chamber. Tall
Floyd | pillars set against the walls hold up the high ceiling. The walls are
Floyd | inscribed with scenes from the Egyptian Book of the Dead.