Re: The Museum
A group of security officers were helping to carry in a new exhibit, a large, golden disc inlaid with writings from a civilization that had yet to be successfully identified by the museum's archaeological experts.
Abruptly the weather outside started to change.
"Why's it raining so much all of something?"
"Not sure, maybe we should close up?"
It was eerily quick how it went from a rainstorm that lightning flashed and thunder roared.
"Okay everyone. We should move to the basement until-my God!"
The disc began glowing in intensity until it ruptured, spilling what looked like lightning all over the room. The energy then began to coalesce into a solid form, a massive, golden minotaur.
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