Bust a Move

Sometimes what I get back for my effort is just…fun. I was looking for a particular sort of image. This wasn’t it. But I love it. In the future when engaged in theater of the mind, either my own imagination or that of prospective players and/or readers, I might not just see some storm giant or god appearing static and immobile in the sky. Maybe what I see is that giant or god busting a move. A grand entrance, if you will.

At first it just struck me as funny. I don’t tend to think of dancing beefcake. It just strikes me as muscle-bound and quite possible stiff and a bit funny. Then I recall Maori haka. Nope. Not funny. Deadly serious. As might be befitting a giant or god. Then I recall Shiva. Grim, ecstatic stuff, indeed.

For that matter, for other usages, maybe it isn’t always about dance, but just entrance. The bigger the drama, maybe a bigger entrance is called for. How does your god or giant emerge onto the scene. Are they just suddenly there, voila? Do they rage and storm onto the scene? Do they calmly fade in from mist or shadow? The sensations do they radiate? What feeling should be palpable in the air?

Here, though, it’s dance.

You’ve been served. Roll for initiative.