(yes, yes I did. I teleported about two years in the future. The future is dark, no artificial light, no life whatsoever. Fine, I'll just RP it. Ahem)
Syren looks around. The landscape was dark, nothing could be seen. Not even the moon was in the sky. The air was dusty and made him cough when he breathed.
"*cough* ugh, where am i?"
He walked around, stumbling upon the uneven ground. Every once in a while, he would bump into something: a tree with what felt like bare branches, a large rock that felt smooth to the touch. As he continued to walk, the sky began to get lighter and the landscape started to become visible. And what he saw, was horrid: the earth was bare. The ground was cracked and dry, evidence that where he was had not seen water for decades. Syren concentrated and warped to a location he knew: the park he had just been.
He appeared by the bench, his eyes wide with fear. What welcomed him was not the park he knew. The buildings were in shambles, their windows broken and even some walls looked blasted away. The fountain in the center did not spout water and had a large crack down the center. The signposts that listed the name of the park was twisted and faded, the colors and words nearly ripped off. He warped again and again, to places that he knew, and each place was showing the same thing. The eifel tower in Paris was collapsed. Big Ben in London was blown to bits. Prague looked worse than the desert.
"what happened?" Syren asked as he fell to his knees. His last place was one that filled him with the happiest memories: his childhood home in America, where he and Sirena grew up. Where he first met Alexis. All that was left of the plot where his house once stood was a floor and half of the back wall. "I... I..." Syren collapses to the ground as the blackness of unconsciousness swallows him.
