Neil Lee Thompsett!
Animator, writer, king bull sh*tter,
and an all out storyteller.
I've written and self-
published novels, and
worked on animations.
1. Sword Fighting
2. Playing chicken with oncoming traffic
3. Eating ice cream in front of diabetic fat kids
4. Charity work for that horrible thing going on
5. Telling stories
Thursday, Sep 6, 2012 5:39am by Neil Lee Thompsett!
Within the Shadows of Fallen Giants
To all insurgents of fish grenade, I salute you...
To the PA's of the boiler rooms, to the intellectuals and ruffian dogs of the trench, to the beasts from the unknown who wish to feast on the flesh of the niave...I say to you all....We will all reach our ends....Because we are film men Ooh Rah!
Have you ever seen the flames flow like liquid from the blasting rifles of disbanded warlordson horseback? Have you ever heard the rumbles from hell worms whose blood was acid? Have you ever seen the angels of death hovering above even if you were the only one who could see them? Have you ever been in a situation where all of these things were heading towards you forcing you to face impeding doom?
Upon this day, as my regiment of 200 pike men and axe men fight for their lives, I have bared witness to all these things. With the flowing mortar projectiles from the disbanded horsemen circling us like hunnic archers from another time, we were the walking dead.
No man listened to my every command and now it was everyone for themselves. From my dead horse i grabbed my shovel and charged towards the in coming horsemen, knowing this could be the end...again....or for all time...
The horsemen overpowered us and knocked over and trampled all in their way. One charged towards me and i swung my shovel towards the legs, toppling the man from his horse. As he did, the liquid fire from his long hand cannon spewed everywhere, burning holes in the ground before fizzling out itself.
The other thousands of horsemen kept coming and I swung at each and everyone who came at me, yet they just seemed to pass me until one of the horse men toppled me over, got off his horse and jabbed me with his hand cannon. The burn from the barrel left a scar over my cheek. And As i tried to swing my shovel towards his head, the man deflected my swing. I tried to get up and then another horse man came from behind and threw a rope around me.
They held me down and forced my eyes open to watch as the entire regiment was killed.
why were they doing what they were doing? The horsemen seemed more interested in killing everyone else around me. The regiment of 200 were slaughtered by the horsemen. Even the hell worms themselves descended back into the ground as the horde revealed its full might.
Not one man stood from my fallen regiment. I was the last man and it was because they chose for me to be alive.
By the end of the day, there was nothnig worth looking at. And the Horsemen dragged me away. They took me across the valleys, through the jungles, and past the hills.
Without speaking to me, they tied me to a stake in the middle of a single temple where gigantic statues stared at me. There i gazed up at the flowing lights of dim torches to see nothing but stone and marble shaped into the figures of hundreds.
There i wondered who they were or why i had to gaze at them...
-comrade neil signing off