Trajiste un arma a una pelea con cuchillos

Gorun Mai was a planet of feeble creatures, a product of an environment lacking adversity. Despite this, intelligence carried their civilization into peace and prosperity for many thousands of years. The planet was abundant in resources and the Gorun population thrived.

The Goruns constructed advanced technologies and traveled their galaxy, having never found evidence this would be hazardous.

On their very first expedition, they attracted the attention of something sinister that would follow them back to Gorun Mai undetected.

Before the ship even landed, the pilots could see what they had brought back. A being floated in the sky and tore open fiery portals on Gorun Mai. From the tears, a variety of horrors charged the Goruns. Over half the population was taken or eaten within a day.

Hiding to survive, a group of especially intelligent Goruns banded together to construct something to fend off the invasion.

From the heart of Gorun Mai, rare metals were collected and forged into a great machine. They made it much larger than themselves, but in their own image and they called it “Bor Kai”; or “Savior” in their language.

When Bor Kai powered on, the Goruns nearby began to transform as intended. No longer were they feeble. Those who came in contact with the machine, through the properties of the Gorun Mai materials, would become powerful enough to combat the enemy. It would fly across the planet and bestow strength upon the nearly-slaughtered.

And so it did.

Gorun Mai mounted a defense against the hellish creatures and even drove away their harbinger. Bor Kai’s purpose was fulfilled. The metallic being created to save the planet would become a relic of their history.

The remaining Goruns gathered to celebrate their champion atop the rubble of their once bustling city.

They were all strong enough now to raise Bor Kai into the air, chanting its name until it all fell silent.

A feeling of accomplishment and compassion was ripped from Bor Kai. It floated in the vacuum, realizing Gorun Mai and its inhabitants had been evaporated by the very being they believed to have defeated.

The blast launched Bor Kai deep into space, outside the galaxy and for many millennia, it floated aimlessly.

A planet came into view after endless time had passed. Bor Kai was entering the atmosphere of Earth.

Like a meteor, Bor Kai was captured by the gravity of the planet and it fell quickly toward the surface.

Below, a utensil factory began its first production of a brand new cutlery set. A vat of molten metal fed into a tube, and the owners stood around debating the size of the mold that tube would fill.

“You’re kidding right, that’s going to be impossible to use.” One of the men scoffed.

“Let’s see… if you’re right, we’ll just make the one and adjust it.” Replied the man in charge.

He coughed, concealing the sound of something blasting through the ceiling, directly into the vat..

“Okay, let’s just do this.”

They pulled the lever to begin production. Bor Kai had traveled across the universe only to be destroyed upon arrival. It felt that existence was cruel, but fair. It felt comforted that this was the end.

But it wasn’t. Liquid metals poured from the vat into the tube and filled the oversized mold. Once tempered and prepared for use, one of the men took hold of the handle.

Instantly, his arm, all the way up into his shoulders and even to some of his back, exploded in size. The sleeve he wore disintegrated and he held not Bor Kai, but Big Knife, the reincarnation.

“Oh…My….” the other man gasped.

“Should I keep holding it?!” the man in charge wondered.

“Probably not…here put it here.” the other man held a large metal trash can for scraps. The Knife protruded from the top of the empty can, a testament to its size.

The two men looked at each other in silence for a while, the wielder’s arm returning to normal slowly.

“But yeah, smaller mold for sure...”

Big Knife would go on to be held by many in times of need. It would become hope for the hopeless… a sharp edge for the dull.