Forum Overview :: The Mysterious and Powerful Cran-Grape :: I'M TIRED AND ANGRY.

[quote name="Apocheir"]YOU ARE ALL SLIGHTLY WORSE THAN BEFORE. VERY SLIGHTLY. Viceroy to the Solar System, planetary curator, Pavlovian dignitary. A spark of motion in the skies above, traveling to and from the galactic center, Deruvian S. G. Coil speaks the language of mathematics. Dx = Pi SIN v Dv? He asks. The Laws of Form reply by asking a question, their tendencies unchanged. Always creating holes that need filling, always breaking barriers that need fixing. Deruvian flows into the Earthly atmosphere and aims. He chooses a peninsula in the upper half. He floats towards it, missing the bites of uninterested alligators, landing at last in a swamp. Flowers surround him, advertising mystery. Pure poison, pure beauty, pure chance to the uninformed mind. Deruvian chooses a direction and follows it, having not yet remembered his original goal. In the purity of essence, he descends a foot each hour, and after a day is submerged in the Earth entirely. He shakes the hand of flowing heat, variably exporting non human pleasure, distinctly missing the classification system required in the human realm for proper enjoyment. Stork, says he, volatile mixture of pond and literacy. Amen and claim your local lands, lads. Hurry, before it is too late.[/quote]