Crocodile -2000- Guide

One evening, the sky did not bruise purple, but split open with a sound like a stone tablet cracking in half. A silver disc, no bigger than a scarab beetle, hovered over the river. Then it screamed. A high, thin noise that made K’tharr’s ancient bones hum.

The disc spat out a man. Not a reed-man or a mud-man. This one wore a smooth, white skin over his body and a clear shell over his face. He carried a stick that sparked. crocodile -2000-

K’tharr understood one thing. This thing was in his river. And it was trying to make the world go quiet. One evening, the sky did not bruise purple,

He was not a guardian of history. He was not a hero. He was just a crocodile, doing what crocodiles do. A high, thin noise that made K’tharr’s ancient bones hum

But somewhere, in a timeline that would never exist, a team of scientists stared at a blank screen and whispered: “What happened to Unit 7?”