[Sci-Fi Epic Poem] Part 1 -Torso - The New Cyclops Mythology By @worldbuilderzak

Welcome To The World Builder Zach podcast episode one whether you call this a rhyming story a rap story or even an epic poem this story does Rhyme from beginning to end I'm a one-man show so for now everything that went into the making of This podcast was done by me World Builder Zach I will link any music credits in the description without further Ado episode 1 torso the new Cyclops mythology part one fists pound ground as rain pounds down Cyclops pound rounds for this town's Crown they all sta

re through wide eyes to the election stage a party dies hope Swain as punches Reign the chieftain stands as Bloods drain the village watches the village doesn't choose he's not worthy to lead if he's weak enough to lose as quickly as the rain washes away the blood Moore takes its place as the ring turns to Mud cyclops's strength cyclops's power Cyclops is no Throne to rot in a tower Cyclops prove everything they need with their might the loser of the election won't survive this fight the only vo

te that matters in any Cyclops town is the last Cyclops standing long enough to wear the crown the crowd Roars for their new one-eyed King a mountain of Cyclops stands alone in the ring Feast your eyes if you can see through the cheers Raglan will be your Chieftain for the next five years a society that chooses their leaders through battle struggles to separate themselves from the cattle regimes change often Shifting the course no leader would rather be the cart than the horse the next election

looming five years to make their Mark new leaders Chase Glory running I first into the dark I watch from a distance hidden in a cloud Raglan stumbles from the stage as rain floods the crowd his one eye stained Orange it's drips Taste of rust his joints grind together as if soon they'd be dust he reveals nothing no weakness to his people even one drop of Frailty and the shame would surely Ripple Raglan stands at the door to his new home with a grin lifts a fist to the crowd celebrating his win he

slams the door then slams to the floor inside he is broken down to the core Cyclops heal fast scabs form on his skin one moon will be enough for his reign of terror to begin we the valeris don't care who leads or who loses each planet can live how its populace chooses so long as they respect us and the technology we Supply respect that we will remove it in the blink of their eye they give what is required by the advanced Planet Alliance and answer our calls without delay or Defiance I still can

't fathom what the alliance was thinking what they were taking smoking dropping or drinking why were the Cyclops allowed to join us just because they are one of the largest Among Us second only to those of Yeti Prime so large that no I'll go into them another time just size no technology no brains only Brawn I'm stuck to choose an acolyte with nothing to go on how do you grade a mind when all they do is fight I might be right just to throw a rock into the night then listen to see which child the

pebble hit then that's it that's the student I'd admit how long now nearly seven more years my bdis will dry of Tears if it takes me seven more years 12 is the youngest to support the mentality for any child to survive the Milky Way Academy but how could I choose any Cyclops At All by 12 those little kids are nine feet tall for now I'll continue to wait In This Cloud as I sift through the best of of the worst In This Crowd observing a culture of violence like this even turns the iron stomachs o

f us valerus as soon as the foul wolves howl to the Rising Sun the new Chieftain bursts forth to begin his disturbing run door to door like leaders before inspecting every home from ceiling to floor no Defiance as Cyclops all respect power Raglan 1 now this is his hour post-fight sweeps have become a tradition leaders covet the strong and discard the broken his ranks swell with every mud hut so far only strength behind the doors he's shut a mono-eyed mother is thrown to the dirt she stands to co

nfront him as though it didn't hurt his thugs tear past her she swings her fists at this point Raglan is visibly pissed she struggles to fight for no Cyclops begs they toss to the ground a child with no legs this nose stand not in my town I not be Chieftain for others look down no Cyclops darken our community crack in our village is enemy opportunity go take child dismiss him you can't then you go with him what is brackets just a chest arms and head when he was born his mother Kaya nearly left h

im for dead when she laid him down in the grass by the river he reached and grabbed so tightly her finger her eyes couldn't help looking down to the infant in that instant her heartbeat became truly insistent she won't leave him she will nurture his growth if he's weak she will be strength for them both but this grip so tight for only one day he deserves a chance to fight she will find a way now that choice finally came back to haunt her nobody no town will ever again want her the wild so harsh

those who leave don't survive she's never seen any Cyclops return home alive Kaya picks up her battered son and starts with a spark raglan's laugh Echoes as she dissolves into the dark Kaya stands watching completely astounded brackis stands on his hands completely surrounded foul wolves never forget their praise scent once targeted their foul hunt remains permanent she reaches for a boulder ready to Aid brackus leaps into the plan that he's already made his arms launch him higher than any Cyclo

ps could dream Kaya holds back her fear no Escape for her scream he's bigger now but merely half that of others but his arms are like legs sprouting out from thick shoulders he jumps so high because he is lighter this life on the lamb turned him into a fighter hands grip branches he swings through the trees acrobatically veering and flipping with ease the foul wolves follow from the ground as as he planned he cuts and they too turn on demand these foul wolves snarl through saber-like teeth saliv

a slowly runs and drips from beneath dark coats flicker the light passing between leaves these Terrors are the real reason no Cyclops ever leaves one Beast is bad but these Hunt is four worse is what's in store when they pin you to the floor smart they understand how Cyclops heal they take their time to let you heal Every Day's another meal weeks or even months of this flesh ripping torture result in the Cyclops simply dying of hunger Kaya stands helpless watching her legless son she finally not

ices what brackus has done she turns and Springs to the bridge to the east this plan better work or her child will be their feast brackis went West but she knows where he's going it must be that narrow Gap in the canyon she crosses the bridge pivots West to me meet him she spots him launching himself from the last limb now is the point in his plan that she's fearing 200 feet to the edge through the clearing no trees to protect him although he is fast the foul wolves gain inches with each stride

that has passed he reaches the edge with all four wolves behind him he leaps and all the foul wolves dropped down in the canyon only his right arm clears body slams into the side fingers dig dirt his grip starts to slide don't fall now it all worked as planned he settles into the clasp of his strong mother's hand thank you so much for listening Please Subscribe for part two of torso the new Cyclops mythology I know this is a big change from what I've done in the past so please let me know what y

ou thought in the comments or by liking this episode I'm hoping through this podcast format I can tell longer better stories at least that's my thought process behind this change thank you and click the next video to go further down the rabbit hole [Music] [Music]