Role-Play Contest Entry
Username: Massa the Cosmos
Noodle's Name: Eywa
Entry: I'd been traveling for days. Why? Well, it seemed that some other place was calling to me. Some place, some where, needed my help. I wasn't sure where it was, or what it was, but whatever it was that was calling me, I had to go to. I had never expected to see what I did though, as soon as I stepped out of the vessel that was my ride to the new planet known as "Earth".
The water was deluded, dark, not as clear as I had expected; tall odd looking objects were everywhere, blocking out the smog filled sky; there was nothing green, not a tree, or grass, or even a flower in sight; and no animals were to be seen. None. Every way I looked, it was just... death. The planet was dying. I sat back, staring in utter shock.
They were letting their planet die.
As I began to walk around, my body trembled. I found out I was in a place known as Biloxi, Mississippi. I wasn't quiet sure what that meant, but I knew everything was in so much trouble. I found myself walking along a place known as the Gulf Coast, and that was where I felt the most pain. I sat quietly in the hard sand, staring down at the broken glass, bits of cloth, left trash. I glanced at the murky water, over toward a place blocked off. Stepping forward carefully, my paw dipped into the water, lifting out, tinted black.
"What is this..." I whispered softly, shaking my head before looking up again.
My nose twitched, smelling the air. Something odd.. I wasn't sure what this smell was. It was strong, overpowering. I could not place it. Back on Pandora, such a smell was never around. It was always fresh, clean. This was just...horrid. My eyes shifted down again, staring. I felt my heart skip a beat at the sight of what looked to be aquatic creatures floating, unmoving, on the surface of the water. I wasn't sure what to do. Curious as to what was going on, I located some man and asked, listening as he told me the story.
They had planted what was known as an "oil pipe" under the surface of the water. This Oil pipe lead to many different things, and allowed people to run large machines known as "auto mobiles". This oil pipe had been hit, or something, the person knew not all the details, and was now leaking horribly into the ocean, killing off creatures, and tainting their land. With further investigation, I found that these people were still dealing with hurricanes that had recently hit as well. It saddened my heart, that these people did not know that their Mother was in pain, and treating them as such.
I walked quietly along the destroyed beach, watching the water. I wasn't sure what to do. Back on Pandora, the lands were lush with vegetation. Creatures only died when one needed food, and even then, there was always a prayer for them, and every bit of their body was used in one way or another. But here, it was like they didn't even care for their Earth. Like it didn't matter one way or another. It was just something they lived on, that would, very soon, die off. Determination and sadness consumed me.
That night, I stood proud at the beach, and watched as people gathered, confused as to what was going on. I talked about how the atmosphere, their only true thing to give them air, was slowly decreasing, and over time, would die to the point that no one would live. I talked of all the tornadoes, the tsunamis, the hurricanes and volcanic eruptions that their Earth was doing in order to punish them, even though it seemed not to work. I spoke of the rage the Earth was having, the reason for all these Natural Disasters. I talked of the extinction of many of their animals, how they were dying from a humans hand. Of how the ocean was now tainted, and always would be, because humans put something in the waters that shouldn't have been there. I talked easily of everything that was causing their Earth to fight back against them, that would, eventually, kill everyone and everything that was left.
And I left them with that. That very night, I went back to Pandora, and I sat amongst the foliage, the waters, the animals, the natives, who lived with peace, and lived off each other, without destruction to the planet. I sat and listened, calmed, and prayed, that Earth would some day be able to be healthy, and not kill the billions of people, plants, animals. The billions of relationships out there. I prayed that one day, when I would go back to visit, that it would change. And that everything would be right.
