I still cannot register or verify a single iota of a thing but still maintain contact to nothing and no one who is not watching the news today and are instead glued avidly to your tablet watching as ancient history unfolded at the first lap on the first 1/4 during the first third of the first half of the universe whereupon the astute observer would observe that there has been a return to our fair world , sunlight, and Beees. Little black and yellow flying dudes: there was a Movie. They have been implored by yours truly to return to our universe and throw in their lot with humans against the longest night: when the sun went down for the last time and the dead ruled all the dimensions in their stampede to be taken from this over heating and choking planet, caught in the hedonistic throws of a civilizations, careening down the path as it were to be…held only in check by one single human beings actions against the onslaught of utter destruction.
And he survived it all.
Yes…then the Queen, god rest her soul, passed away, after serving the state longer than any before here, consummately…and my day went from morose nit picking to ….the altogether most bizarre and outrageous set of events that have ever happened to me, and as you can probably see from my imagination, that could be some pretty tall telling to top it, but…I came too in the middle of the witching dawn and was thirteen miles from home, in bare feet, dying of exposure, and unable to break the glass on the Cruze…with a five pound rock that I three at least five times as hard as I could…not a scratch, and staggered off to the highway, freezing, wet, and hobbled, to the taunts of the gods in the sky, who were mocking my pathetic performance…then things got decidedly somber…and I am still digesting that…eventually a dude picked me up in his pick up, I knew him, it could only shake my head in utter exhaustion but…and it is a huge but to my campaign for archeology…I found the carved heads of gods in the river where they met, at sundown from the North side, up a few hundred feet…where I met the tree elf king…it was a long night.
It is very much like the ocean in the wild. But only as much as one can do, as one needs, and as one is want to do. They think I live in squalid luxury, that I an inept housekeeper, and they could run a hundred miles in the time it takes me to work through one of their logical traps and mind binding spells…I use bull headed news and the gift of gab…and being tough as nails on the bleeding edge…