Early in the morning of a burning hot day in the land of Destination, a small tribe were forging crystals. Each member of this tribe was hard working, and devoted to their collective.
On this day however, a new member of the tribe appeared from the holy temple at which they prayed. It looked just like them in every respect, but immediately knew it was meant for a higher purpose than simply mining crystals. On the charge of the great flying cursor, it was sent to civillize the rest of the world with the art and culture of the tribe. And so Proberto set out.
A profound sense of pride spilled into Proberto's spirit. It alone was being chosen and guided by the great cursor by which all must obey. With the great cursor on its side, it would overcome any obstacle, it would forever be safe, and it would become famous for its pious deeds. Leaving the tribes grounds would make a weaker member of their tribe feel homesick, but Proberto had been chosen because it is strong. So it believed.
So Proberto continued, and when it reached the bridge, it realised that it had now gone further from the temple than any other member of the tribe before it. Such a fearful honour that the great cursor had bestowed upon it. And yet, where was the great cursor now? Proberto had not heard the great cursor's influence since he was first told to go forth. But the great cursor is busy, Proberto knew. The great cursor must attend to its other activities, and then the time is right, will guide Proberto again.
Across the great valleys, Proberto's journey kept on. Sometimes Proberto saw strange creatures. A gigantic flying thing in the corner of its eye. But before Proberto could civillize it, it was gone. Proberto hoped the great cursor was watching over it. Flying seemed an atrocity, mocking the very nature of the great cursor. One should only serve the great cursor, not attempt to immitate it. If the great cursor were here, he could have made it explode, Proberto was sure.
Eventually Proberto came across another creature. Thankfully, this one seemed to respect the flying domain of the great cursor. Proberto decided to feed it some gravel as a gift from the tribe, that it might one day obey the cursor's will as well, instead of wandering aimlessly like a souless beast. The creature grunted, but did not seem entirely converted. Proberto was about to chastise it, when Proberto suddenly felt the presence of the great cursor willing it forward. There must be more pressing uses for myself, Proberto thought, and so Proberto and the creature went their separate ways across the great river's bridges.
More valleys and rivers later without any sense of the great cursor, Proberto suddenly felt its presence again. The great cursor commanded Proberto to build great pieces of art that would represent the tribe and show uncivilized beings the path of light. Proberto obeyed, and then continued his journey, such that he might expand the tribe's influence, and thus the great cursor's will.
Finally the day came when Proberto found many uncivilized beings all in a bunch. Proberto could feel the great cursors influence heavily now, and knew that its purpose had been found. The strange beings weaved in and out between crystals and what must have been some kind of false temple. Proberto tried to talk to the savages, but they did not understand.
In its infinite wisdom, the great cursor ordered Proberto to build some art where the savages would be most likely to see it. So Proberto built it where they most went.
But the savages did not like Proberto's artwork. The savages began destroying it, and setting it aflame.
The great cursor had changed its mind. If the savages would not become civilized, the savage must be killed. Proberto gathered the finest soldiers of his tribe, and bravely fought the savages with them. But Proberto was no warrior, and quickly became weak.
Reminds me of HeartCutter's old battlereports over at battlereports.com where his scouting SCV was always named Deon, went on wild adventures and obviously died dramatically in the end every time.
Haha, when I first start reading this I thought Proberto would have lived until the end, building stuff everywhere and finishing the game with a few kills. Therefore, the end was so unexpected, but I laughed so much. Nice work. :D
Nice story. I was hoping there would be something like "The great cursor was guiding Proberto into the darkness. The compelling orders were incessant and seemed to only marginally differ. Proberto figured the great cursor had ADD"
I fear I'm going to start thinking like this while I'm playing.
"The four corsair friends looked all around for the great flying elephants. But suddenly the air was filled with small fleshy missiles! Oh no, D'artagnair was hit and exploded in a cloud of blue smoke! The three corseteers swore to avenge him when the +1 air finished..."
And thus ends the age old epos of Probertos destination. A brave soul who would be remembered throughout the ages for this courage and devotion. This epic tale has been immitated and remade many times but NEVER.... have it been as pure and complete as the original.
Proberto lies deep within us as a reminder of the strenght of men (and probes) and the devotion to face a thousand years of pain for the betterment of man(probe)kind.