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

There they were, elders standing in a circle, a fire casting their shadows on the longhouse wall. Jhosa wondered if this was what it looked like when the Old Ones summoned the Calamity. 
 
 From his angle, the young Jhosa could barely make out the shadow of Elder Kath reaching to the center of the circle. Whispers around the village said it was a lock with a thousand different combinations, what the Old Ones used to lock away their secrets. 
 
 As his mother slowly turned her head, Jhosa found a way out of his mother's grasp and creeped up to the side of the longhouse, a small crack allowing him to hear the muffled voices inside. 
 
 `` My comrades, it has been many generations since the Great Fire. How many years has it been since the last elders held our place? How many years before them?'' 
 
 Elder Kath paused. 
 
 `` The time has come for us to find what secrets the Old Ones have left for us, to open this vault holding their crimes and their accomplishments.'' 
 
 After this, Jhosa could only hear a single voice, not belonging to any of the elders, heralding, `` Twist it.'' 

