“Dude, I’m telling you. That’s what it was.”
“Come on! Look at iiiiit.” Dwayne pointed at the computer monitor, where something big and covered in blue metal was glaring at the camera phone. The image was blurry, but it was just one of hundreds that had been popping up from the incident on Interstate 90 yesterday.
Colin turned to stare at the same picture Dwayne had been pouring over for the last hour. “I’m -telling- you, you’reinsane. Night Elves don’t exist, dude. You’re just trying to turn your ridiculous fanboyism into something real. Someone photoshopped a picture. Or something.”
“Dude. Come on. It was on the news. They wouldn’t report something like a photoshopped picture on the news. Have you seen how many pictures there are? Someone has to have gotten a video.”
Colin plopped down on the couch to stare at the same news channel they’d been watching since the story broke yesterday. Something about seven feet tall had flashed into existence over the I-90 late yesterday afternoon, falling to the roadway. Government vehicles were already swarming the scene, and the interstate from Montana to Illinois had been shut down to keep vehicles off of it.
There was some kind of scorch mark in the asphalt where the thing had landed, and there were still pictures of the totaled car that it had hit, even if the car itself had been confiscated. The craziest part of the story to most people was that the thing had been wearing some kind of blue-colored armor, and had sprinted off into the trees at Olympic speed after being hit by a car.
“Dude…” Dwayne’s voice came from over by the computer. “Someone got a video.”