[ WP ] A sequence from an RTS game , from the perspective of the units .

Note: I wrote this like 20 years ago based on the game Age of Empires: The Rise of Rome. 
 
 -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- The Archer Time Forgot -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- - 
 
 As a young man, Glibfest was filled with the eager lust to kill and maim 
 innocent villagers that all young tool archers are filled with. Sent 
 forth into the shadowed lands of his enemies, he kept his eyes open. 
 Looking for anything that could use a feathered arrow embedded into its back. 
 
 Exploring through dark forests and across streams, fighting off the 
 advances of lions and alligators. Young Glibfest came across a sight 
 most unexpected, it was a large black barrier that did n't disappear as 
 he approached. He reached out his hand tentatively, then thought better of it. Reconsidering, he notches an arrow and sends it forth, watching as it disappears instantly out of existence. Thinking it well that his hands do n't disappear he ponders what to do about his orders. As his orders are to explore west, a direction in which it seems most unwise to proceed in, he contends himself to just sit here and wait. 
 
 Time goes by, and young Glibfest notes himself aging, his sight seems to improve with age, a thought most counter intuitive, but one which he does n't argue with. With the improved sight, he notices an enemy villager moving quickly along the edge of the forest. Eager after all 
 these years, Glibfest notches an arrow and quickly lets one fly, but alas the villager is too quick and his arrow falls short. This sad ordeal is repeated many times, as villagers carrying wood run just out of distance, his arrows always falling short. 
 
 Glibfest, growing weary of the game, but not possessing the nerve to 
 refuse his orders, is shocked one day when again his sight seems to 
 improve. After playing the game for 3000 years, he sees a glimmer of 
 hope of actually hitting something. And off another arrow goes, but 
 alas, the mad villagers seem to be flying about at insane speeds and his 
 arrow falls short again. 
 
 Suddenly all the villagers seem to run off and Glibfest thinks to 
 himself that perhaps it was of fear of him; content with the thought, he 
 contends himself with making a few more million arrows from which to 
 fire at passing birds, his only company. 
 
 Again, with no warning, he finds himself hitting the passing birds, a 
 new notion of trying to hit where the bird will be when the arrow comes, rather then where the bird was when he fired. Wishing dearly those villagers would return, so he could demonstrate his newly acquired knowledge, Glibfest prepares his best arrows and waits. 
 
 Time goes by, and Glibfest ponders the meaning of life and whether or 
 not death actually exists or was something his mother told him to keep 
 him alert while on watch. 
 
 One cold morning, in the 8952 year of Glibfest life, something different 
 happened, something that had never happened before. The image of a 
 large massive structure appeared before his eyes, the stone laid out 
 across acres of land. The massive structure seemed most Wondrous to 
 him, but filled with a desire only waiting thousands of years can fill 
 you with. Glibfest took aim and fired, and watched the entire Wondrous 
 structure collapse under its own weight. Feeling glee at finally having 
 done something constructive, Glibfest hardly notices the rather angry 
 looking archers riding upon horses with their arrows of flame come 
 dancing in the air before his eyes. 
 
 And thus did Glibfest learn that yes, death does exist. 
 
 Edit: Typos, added title
