'Mine Awakening' Part 1>:lackness......that is all he sees. He asks himself, "Where thefrag am I?". He slowly opens his eyes and evaluates his situation. Thethrobbing in his head tells him he was in a recent conflict withsomething strong. "By the Gawds!" He exclaims silently, "What the hellhappened?!"::>::He slowly leans his body upwards, cautious of the surroundings hecan not see. *thunk* Pains screams through the front of his head."GRawL!" He screams. Then the horrible realization comes to him. He isin a box. Flickers of images play endlessly in his head. What had hebeen doing? Who had he pissed off to deserve being shoved into a woodenbox?!> As he lays dazed from the emmense blow to the head he suffered,he feels blood trickling down his face. And he starts to piece togetherwhat had happened....::>>(( Flashback to the previous in the town of Jungtar))>>::a old male dwarf stares intently at him... He slowly drinks fromthe goblet in his gnarled hand, never taking his eyes
'Dark Hope'Figures watching from shadowed hallwayswatching as your walking towards a shadowed roomShadows dance on the wallsMocking you, playing with you.Entering the roomThere is a man seated in a dark leather chairemitting light into the shadowed recesses of the shadowy room.His smile casts the darkness into oblivion..."I know why you come to me, child""I know you feel as if the Light is gone..."He reaches towards you with warm, outstretched hands,"Light will always exist in the world, as surely as I am sitting here."Then he places his loving hand on your faceAnd you wake up....
'The Chakras' Spinning'Once in a blue moon people stand around in their skiviestalking of philosophy and dope-dealing.Watching the stars form large pictures of dead celebritieslong since forgotten by modern man.Cavemen of a celluloid induced dream world,clothed in wretched skins and italian suits.Their conversation cycles in a melodic harmony with the surroundings,setting the chakras of the world spinning on stained glass axes.Only the person who closes their mind to the resounding frequenciesunderstands the peace that is created.The tumultous murmuring reaching the level of white noise,ever gaining volumeever becoming noisenoise noise noiseOnce in a blue moon people try reclaim their lost past,baseball games and sneaky uncles.Waiting to find new truth in tattered and torn past recollectionsfailing to let sleeping dogs lie.Wraiths of passion in emotionless void,taken in by false advertising and negative decisions.Memories pinpointing exact mistakes in a plane of existencewe call our own.
'Little Plastic Ninja'Little plastic ninja sitting on my shelf, what do you do when the lights go off?Do you stalk the stuffed animals under my bed?Do you assassinate invisible enemies made of dust?Little ninja I ask you this as you stare at me, determined,plotting my demise....Little black ninja, are you unhappy with your place on my shelf?above me at my desknext to the figures of horror?should I take away your sword,your saiand allow the horrors to torture you?Little black ninja, stop staring at me from your black cloth wrapped face!I own you........I do...I own you!you are 3 inches tall and I...I am bigger...Little ninja why did you stab me in my sleep?why did you cut off my pinky finger and my left toeand commit hari-kari on my chestyour dead now, little ninja!wait........you weren't alive.were you????
Ballad of Long Legg'd Janehey there, little onesgather roundI have got a story for you allabout the Ballad of Long- legged Jane :There once was a woman who had the longest legs in the entire kingdom.One day a man whom she did not know told her she looked like a pelican.so the next day the woman, after crying all night...(she was very unstable about her freakish legs)She stole an axe from the butcher shopand chopped off her long legs...At that moment a large man came running and saw what she had done.He stared in disbelief, waited a moment, then stole Poor Janes' limbs...So children I say to you,the moral to this story is"Don't let fat man steal your self-amputated limbs."