dont think getting hurt gets us out of these worlds, Mandark
finally said as the two of them wandered down a lonely, dark alley. A
cat swished out of sight, and hazy, blue smoke plumed over their
heads. It was vaguely reminiscent of being stuck in an Eighties music
video, with a decidedly more sinister edge. Dexter grunted, which
Mandark took as a sign of agreement. The lanky boy opened his mouth
to speak, but Dexter cut him off.
it doesnt, Mandark, Dexter sneered. Ellen pummeled you, yet
here we are. Something else in the Arabian world got us here.
job on the set design, by the way, Mandark complimented, almost as
an aside. For whatever reason, Dexter valued the compliment, and got
all riled up.
I used a lot of literary and cinematographic settings as starting
points for my designs of each world, save one, but I wont tell you
about that yet, let you find out for yourself. Dexter, in his
gloating, was so passionately happy that even the humid air and the
depressing surroundings couldnt put a damper on his mood. For
example, this world was inspired by those post-apocalyptic science
fiction movies and dystopian gothic comic books.
of the two? Mandark clarified.