Brother Arzach was riding back to Trashtown on his talrundal, Brighteyes, when he heard a building collapse up ahead. He had a good day so far, converting three Trow villagers to the Reformed Church of the Holy Child, so felt pretty happy riding from the Firetown villiage reading the good book. He saw two small figures run from the cloud of concrete dust and disappear into the ruins. In this land, this was not an uncommon occurance. He thought they might be Trashtowner childern playing in the cursed area. All the buildings around him were either shells, burned out in a nuclear fire-storm two hundred years before, or were death-traps, set up by the Trow Insurgencey. Only the desperate, unwary, or unfortunate set foot into Firetown. They still had souls and needed saving, though. He sat still, and listened for cries of help or further sounds of any kind. The still, dry dusty air swallowed the sounds into the late afternoon sky as he nudged Brighteyes into motion again. A short time later, a whirring caused him to look up and to his left. A thin, ghostly slip of a girl on a huge red motorcycle sped up. the cycle slip to a halt with a crunch of gravel as the girl looked at him. Her non-human color told of her heritage. A Discard. A made play-thing. Made by some lonely man, no doubts, used for one purpose and then Discarded when he sickened and died, or when he simply got tired of her, or found a real woman. Brother Arzach figured she must be from a floating city, since the materials to make such excesses of the previous civilization were disappearing from the surface quickly. "Hey, preaher-man! Seen anyone around here?" She jerked her head toward the collapsed building. He nodded and pointed. "Two. Small. Maybe Trow." "Thanks! Two? Better watch your ass, preacher-man! Eyes of the Machine God are around! Just over by the big tree, by the wreck!" She spun her back wheel and sped off away from the direction of where she indicated the heretic blasphemers at. He prayed from deliverance from the follower of the Machine God. He had no taste for insestuous cannibles this afternoon. A short time later, he heard an explosion in the direction she had disappeared into the ruins at. He sighed and shook his head and rode on. So much to see and so many to save. Media is Vue 5 Easel and Poser 6. I had tons of fun making Arzach's Talrundal! Wheeeeeeeeee!