The Bunyip (Part 2)

– The gripping conclusion to Inkblots’ two-part post The Bunyip!

Written by Terrestris Veritas

If the bunyip is anything like the mythological creature Chimera, we’re staying well away!
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“If I may Mr President,” a coloured man boomed in a deep voice. “I know some lore of the bunyip.”

Calumet looked surprised and gestured at the podium after a moment of hesitation. “Speak freely my boy.”

The man stumbled to the podium and grasped it tightly. Clearing his throat he said, “the bunyip are sea creatures that were thought to have become extinct long ago. They are killers.” Uproar ensued from the crowd, the harsh silence broken. After several minutes, the noise dispersed to a few grumbles, and the coloured man continued. “They cannot be killed themselves, at least not easily. Um, the only other thing I know is that there are a lot of them, at least back when they were a common animal on the land. If they were hiding since then… then I don’t know. I’m sorry.” He hung his head.

“Fear not my friends.” Calumet said with booming authority. “We have done nothing wrong. We should not be harmed by these bunyip. Now, we shall attempt to discern what we can from Jimathon’s pictures. Thebs, will you turn on the screens please?” Continue reading →

The Bunyip (Part 1)

Written by Terrestris Veritas

The Bunyip and the Boggle – the meaning completely eludes us too!
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The streets were devoid of activity, organic or electrical. Only the police corps were around, making sure that everyone who should be indoors stayed indoors. No citizen would be bold enough to defy them, since the population of this town shunned even common human contact.

The ministers and judges within the town, along with the High Town Council were in a public meeting inside the Central Hall. Citizens littered the pews and stands, while upon a stage the ministers and judges sat in a semi-circle, facing the public. In the centre, the High Town Council sat on a raised dais. A podium stood in the middle of the stage.

High Town county council president Calumet Snad stood from his seat in the centre of the stage and said, “My friends, we are gathered here today to discuss the problem that stands before us.” The crowd gasped. One man raised a hand from the pews. Calumet acknowledged it, “please wait a moment Greg, let me finish.” Greg lowered his hand. “Like I said we have a problem.” The crowd gasped again, followed by a few murmurs. Calumet ignored them. Continue reading →