Hi people, after an intense and gruelling nite of pondering upon the essense of human sanity (or insanity depending on which way you look at it from), and... upon discovering that not a single soul had cometh forth to post anything new and refreshing, i present to you chapter 3 of this fable, here's how it goes:


Chapter 3: Glorious
The Seraphim gathered in response to the cries from the physical. There was more to this little town than met casual observation. A decree was made to send One from Helios and Vesta. It's name was Pamposh.

note: *CORRECTION* after much recollection and going through several degrees of inner turbulance last nite, i have come to the realization that Captain Drake Mason is actually a completely different persona from Pamposh, so folks my bad. It's my mind playing tricks on me yet again, seems like a real real illusion. ahh...

and again the usual warning applies: this chapter still belongs to the first part of a multilayered menagrie of vignettes based on the amplified mental exaggerations of a truth-seeking madman who sees the world... Oh, never mind.

by yourstruly, LIX

{/6:24 PM}

Typed by Yours Truly.