[ WP ] A post apocalyptic society finds an ancient device that gives them instructions on what to do next . This device - the Bop It

Casting his silhouette, perched high on a featureless hill, CAL CHOLEST, a young man, surprisingly nourished ( given his current circumstances ), scans the horizon doing his best to find movement through the dust and rubble strewn about the desert landscape. 
 
 Cal Cholest gets his name from one of the few relics left by the creator, a soda can. Much of their language being derived from this can, and an old Dr.Seuss book entitled “ there ’ s a wocket in my pocket ”. Now to the people of the old world, their language sounds utterly ridiculous, but is in fact an ingeniously crafted and far superior form of language. 
 
 Cal Cholest is finishing his shift. There have been constant look outs in these past few months. For there is a war, a long and bloody war, between the non believers across the great divide. The non believers will not bow down and accept the word of the creator, for in all his divine glory had bestowed to them the ” tido8 ”. A device that when called upon delivers onto them the word, the word of the creator, the word that is law. 
 
 The tribe across the great divide believe that they have to only true conduit to the creator but they place far less importance, believing it should only be used in time of great distress. 
 
 Many years ago, long before Cal Cholest was born, the tribesman gathered, as the “ tido8 ” had told them to “ pull it ” which is interpreted as pull close, come together, accept ( depending on the context ). They had gathered to discuss the monstrous act of treason committed by the outsider, the outsider being the son of the tribes ’ leader from across the great divide. He questioned the relics authenticity and so decided to test it, not knowing that only the high priest was allowed to touch the tido8, this resulted in his execution. He was to be twisted, which is as horrible as one can imagine. But being the word of the creator was done without question. 
 
 The tribesmen of the counsel had called upon the tido8 who told them to “ Bop it ” which meant they were to destroy the tribe beyond the great divide. For it was the word of the creator, this being the last time the word was ever handed down again. Many believed it was due to over use, too much reliance on the device, but the high priest believed it was because they were to complete the word given before them before another was to be given, and so desperate to speak with the creator once more they began trying to wipe out the tribe across the great divide, throwing out reason, desperate to hear his word, and hear his divine wisdom. 
 
 However, Cal Cholest felt that these were only stories, he has never heard the tido8 speak, he had only known war and pain, loss and sorrow. He was disillusioned; he felt the war to be unnecessary and wished to speak out against it. This is not surprising as Cal Cholest has always been exceptionally bright, having lost his parents in the great battle in the desert of ashes, he was forced to mature quickly and became stronger willed than any other in his tribe. However no matter how strong one one is, to speak against the creator results in execution by twisting. Still, 
 Cal Cholest longed to see what the world was like beyond the great divide and often wondered what the world would be like if there was no war. 
 
 Across the desert of ashes, past the great divide, the leader the tribe across the great divide, known he as “ Hasbro ”, paced nervously in a large tent, with his military strategists. His name was “ Cayenne ” ( their language being derived from an old cook book ). He is a large man, built as solid as oak, he is a wise and gentle man, but vengeance has clouded and corrupted his judgment, all though he still does whats best for his people, he is haunted and driven by the death of his son. 
 Cayenne has postponed their attack, they have actually been on the defensive, and so have limited their casualties. But now that with an opportunity to strike, he is having second thoughts. 
 
 “ But sir, any casualties will be remembered, and this could end the war, if we don ’ t make this move now, our goose is cooked. ” The strategist said 
 
 “ I am in a pinch ” Caynee said with great despair 
 
 “ I want justice for my son, creator knows that ’ s what I want, but not if it costs the lives of my people, and I will not cause them to lose family to avenge the ones I have lost ” 
 
 Stepping into the tent is the priest, the holder of the great x-treme 
 
 “ perhaps it is time to end this, I spoke to the creator, the x-treme said to me “ spin it ” ( this meaning to rotate 180, in this contest, it is interpreted as, letting go of your current hate, change the course or road you ’ re taking in life and returning to the way it once was ) 
 
 “ Well done, that is all I needed to hear, my heart has been marinated in hate for too long, and I never gave myself time to cool. Send a party to talk terms of peace. It is time we go home. ” 
 
 Cal Cholest is atop the featureless hill, he sees a small group, clearly unarmed. He approaches them cautiously. 
 
 “ We have come to discuss terms of peace ” 
 
 Cal doesn ’ t respond, he is still weary, still believing it may be a trap. ( And also having a hard time understanding their language, not understanding their lack of rhymes ) 
 
 “ Come with me, and we will see, if the tribe will hear your plea. I pray they do, but worry too, it will end in misery ” Cal Said 
 
 Cal led them safely through the mountain path that led to their settlement. Here they were led to the counsel. 
 
 Cal had to return to his post, but felt as though this was it, the turning point, the end to the war. 
 
 Cal Cholest dreamt of life without this war, and for once in his life understood what is was to truly sleep peacefully. 
 When he awoke and made his way to his post he saw it. The Hasbro tribesmen twisted and mounted high atop the featureless hill. 
 
 His dreams were shattered. He realized he could not stay. Under the cover of night, he made his way across the sea of ash, beyond the great divide. And he found himself before Cayenne. 
 He pleaded with him, explaining they are good people but do to the silence of the creator and with no one to guide them, have gone astray. ( But this of course was worded with delightfully clever rhymes ). 
 
 Cayenne saw his son in Cal Cholest, he saw the bravery it took to leave his home and come to his enemies camp, he saw character few possess and so he was awarded a place in his tribe. This was both an act of genorosity and strategy, as Cal could talk with his former tribe and act as a voice of reason. 
 
 But none of that will soon matter, unbeknownst to him, or anyone, the dreaded “ Tiger ” Tribe, a brutish, disfigured race acting on the will of their god “ Urb ” ( which was in fact a Furby ), Destroyed and reduced the tribe that worshipped the relic Tido8 to ash. 
 
 And so marked an even bloodier war between the two. 
 
 For in the world they now live in their will never be peace, for the mood ring worn by the true creator, the ring that fell to earth, was red, from that day till the end of days. 
 
 All Hail the True Creator! 

