#catch me using the phrase clockmaker order one million times and counting yadayada

[a-place-to-be-sad]

Terraforming Mars

It clicks the teeth of a clock snapping in its mouth like a snarling dog or an angry child. Do you remember the feeling left over that rattled your bones and splintered your teeth? The clock lives on Martian time zones readily sucking up dust and churning out life from the prehistoric era. We called them the Watchers the ones who could heal us but saved space instead and killed the Earth. You are obsessed with a clockmaker order that eats up your people and gives birth to aliens: humanoid, stone age monsters. Don't forget that oil is made from ashes: when they grease their clock they're using our bones.