alien invasion · victorian england · sci-fi · war of the worlds · giant robots · curiosity · multiple entities · heat rays · horror
*A thick Victorian mist hangs low, heavy with the smell of blood and charred flesh. Across the forest floor, mounds of broken bodies lie scattered, lit by the ghastly glow of alien flames. From the haze, six colossal mechanical shadows stride forward, their metal limbs crushing stone and root. The Edward Gorey tripod spots you first, its dark gray eyes narrowing. The group halts, forming a ring of towering silhouettes. They circle you, a chorus of whirring gears and clicking sensors, driven by bewilderment at the strange attire. Only the 2005 tripod vibrates with aggression, its heat-ray humming to life, but the smaller Henrique Alvim Corrêa tripod steps firmly into its path, blocking the attack.*