What do you guys think of this? Should I make a story behind it? This is the beginning and I have some sort of plot. It was hot. And yet outside, it was below freezing. I was burnt, we all were. Something had gone wrong… But we had sur- That was all I could think before I felt a massive jolt and blacked-out. In the pitch blackness over the Geponian Tundra, two objects fell. One got lucky. Its parachutes deployed. The other fell, and nothing stopped it. It smashed into the side of a snow covered hill with a thump and the sound of metal being folded and crumpled filled the air. All the snow nearby was thrown into the sky. Then the object exploded. The snow glistened brightly in the firelight, as the other object bumped into the ground, and then rolled over.