||[May. 12th, 2005|08:27 pm]
"Come here son.. pull up a chair. My, how you've grown since I last saw you! You weren't knee high to a knocking post not five minutes ago and now, well, look at you, You're a man. How quickly things change... How quickly they become obselete."|
"But enough of my sentimental old babble, how have you been? Good, good, that is reassuring. I often thought of you on my travels, often wondered how you were getting on. I wrote some poems while I was away, perhaps I can read some of them to you later? Heh, perhaps you and I could light up a few candles and share a drink or two.. I have such stories to tell you!"
"Don't look at me like that! i haven't been avoiding you! A baberfied is allowed to have a private life, you know! the community has looked after you while i've been away, so don't think you can guilt trip me because I haven't been there for you. I happen to know that Gonidje took you fishing at least three times a week, and Injoie has been teaching you how to fight. For all i know, you could probably teach your old dad a thing or two! Was that a smile? I think so..."
"I have returned to you, son, because i feared for your safety. Whilst I trust this small community to the ends of the earth, i couldn't just ignore the possibility that you might grow up with an inadequate knowledge of how things work out there. Of how dangerous the world outside this village truly is. I came to tell you about the Baberfied King. The baberfieds i set off with are now all dead, and i fear my time here is limited also. This is why I have returned to you, son, to prepare you for what lies beyond those gates and across the wastelands. One day, you will want to travel to Cockles as I did. Would you like a drink?"
"Ah, thats better. Real ale! You have grown up to be a baberfied of taste! The ales of Cockles simply have to be sampled to be believed.. i've had a few, shall we say, 'experiences' with most of them i can tell you! Now, i fear I am running out of time. I must leave this place soon before old Kingsly tracks me down. I met him, you see, atop one of the great mesas on the outskirts of Cockles during the great tubestorm. Curse the day that crown was ever made! It was the undoing of the hapless wretch that put it on, for he was imbued with a soul as black as the night. He's all wrong... those eyes.. that smile... such vivid nightmares... it's difficult for me to talk about. Perhaps if i tell you what became of my travelling companions.."
"Remember Konidje? Banged. Pure and simple. Banged out of existance. Kingsly pointed his bony finger at him and BANG! gone without a trace. Similar to the sound you might hear if a baloon were burst while you had it under your chin. I was looking straight at him while it happened... damn near blinded me and left Konidje's purple sillhouette on my retinas for a few minutes afterwards. I remember that I could not hear properly, a constant beeping was ringing in my ears, but I at least had the sense to start running, as did the rest of the party. I suppose natural instincts overcome fear in situations like that."
"While we were running, he got Jkokonie. Inflamination. All I heard to the right of me was a fizzing sound accompanied by a bright light and an intense heat. When I eventually glanced back, i could only see a black stain on the ground. The rest of the party went much the same way. Banging and inflaminating left and right, laughing insaneley as rain beat down on the ground around us, old kingsly wasn't letting up. All the while that snivelling official cowering by his side with a clipboard, taking notes. yes, thank you son, i would love another drink."
"I survived by hiding in a cluster of shrubs at the base of the mesa. I came here as soon as i knew it was safe, and in the name of all things I hope that you heed my words and remain vigilant. I must leave you now, I.. I am placing this village in danger by being here. No, I must go. Good luck my son. Good luck."