The Bermuda Triangle is a myth. Just another patch of ocean, statistically no more significant than an equivalent area anywhere else in the Atlantic.
But there are…places. Places where things just – poof! – disappear. There one minute and gone the next. But nothing really disappears. It can’t. It would be against…nature. Physics!
It has to go somewhere. I want to know where.
So I set out to find one of those places. A real statistical anomaly.
189 square miles of barely inhabited ranch-land in northwestern South Dakota.
Here. A 757 disappeared over this spot an hour ago. We’re going to find it.
Instruments of Destruction
by John du Bois
“Instruments of destruction” wasn’t always a metaphor. Wizards rewrote the history books to deny us our power.
Pandora didn’t open a container. She taught a talented, cruel family.
Jericho did happen that way, but they gave the clerics all the credit.
There was even a percussionist who could send ships through time and space. The wizards rewrote her into *geography* to erase her.
The only proof of the true tales are the relics that remain, and after years of searching, I finally found one.
I found Bermuda’s Triangle.
Soon, all will know the true power of the ancient bards.
The cue for this week’s 100 Word RPG Hook was “Bermuda Triangle.” Next week’s cue is “blind.” Write your own 100 words, send me the link (or post it on Twitter with hashtag #rpghook) and I’ll post your story with mine right here on the blog!
Image Credit: Ian Burt