Drlog stood in rome green, it was noisey, and the sounds of constuction echoed the streets. Standing on a platform outside an apartment block the atrox relished the cool green glow of his surroundings, he'd never known why rome green had a tinge of grren, and blue and tinge of blue, or why rome red was named that way even though it didn't have any sort of coloured light whatsoever. Shadows where on everybodys lips now, and had been for over a week now. Another dimension ? surley that would forever remain in the domain of fiction ? Evidently not, but then again, rubi-ka had allways been the planet of the impossible.
On street level, about 20 or 30 feet from where Drlog was standing, they where putting the finishing touches to a new whompa, although the sign was not switched on, drlog could read it clearley. "JOBE".
Where these shadowlands the "wasteland grim you sssshall roam" ? and who where the "titanss" that gather, "their talonss ssharp" ? One thing was for sure, and that was that the portal was opening in under 5 days now, and DrLog was going to find out.
