Armageddon: Day Eight
It's half past six on the clock. Enough for seven chimes.
Walking was difficult before -- now it's impossible. Even trying to remain standing is a chore. Chairs are thrown with enough force to break them (if they hadn't already had Unbreakable charms put on them). You might want to check the furniture in your room though; it may not have fared so well.
Five or six seconds in, there's a fizzling sound, like a shower of sparks, and the room goes dark. The entire place goes dark, as a matter of fact, lit only by the novae of distant dying stars outside the Observation Window. The last few seconds of rumbling are done in this dimness, until, finally, the ground rests again.
Walking was difficult before -- now it's impossible. Even trying to remain standing is a chore. Chairs are thrown with enough force to break them (if they hadn't already had Unbreakable charms put on them). You might want to check the furniture in your room though; it may not have fared so well.
Five or six seconds in, there's a fizzling sound, like a shower of sparks, and the room goes dark. The entire place goes dark, as a matter of fact, lit only by the novae of distant dying stars outside the Observation Window. The last few seconds of rumbling are done in this dimness, until, finally, the ground rests again.