Here is the secret of the whole tale. There was a hero indeed.
It was not me, nor was it my brothers in arms, no matter how
hard we would fight.
It was the evil man.
It was only he who could overcome our enemy, the enemy of us all.
You know, this was not due to any sort of sudden change of
heart on his part. That is a trick, and
you, Dear Reader, deserve better than that.
It was simply that he was more evil than them Purple Robe
bastards.
This is how it ends.
The arc is easily told, and stolen.
Then sold.
Then fucked up beyond all recognition.
But you know, my friend, that I will come looking for you if
you steal from the likes of me.
The telling of the tale is something that is owned by the
teller of the tale.
Owned.
Would you like to follow along as we see what the story has
to show you?
Are you in for some really bad things?
It may tear your heart out.
It may eat away at you.
The intelligent cannibal Sven simply cannot be put down.
This is for l…
Let’s delve, shall we?
Good.
I knew that you would say YES.
…
…
…
Eigentlich bin ich auch hier allein. Ich weiter versuchen,
aber, wenn Sie nicht die vorherigen Sitzungen zu besuchen, dann fremd sind wie
ich.
Trinken!
Country Heroes by
Hank Williams the third
While we damned punks stood in our disparate shadows, we had
not recognized that the body of the utility worker had become inhabited by
Sherry.
Last mention of the Utility Worker is from here:
She perished in that small room, with a knife in her throat
from the evil cannibal Sven.
She floated, as Walk-Ins are able to do, to find a new
person to inhabit.
She found Patrick Till-Bury, the utility truck driver and
utilitarian, and she welcomed the effect of being alive.
But she was hidden from us.
Her intent was on the killing of Sven. It was because of the death of her soul-mate, Lenny Sustenuto.
He had a hole in his cheek from a bite from the newly
Walk-In lover of Lenny Sustenuto: Sherry, (who had inhabited the maid Shelly)
and Sven had burned her to death in the servants’ quarters.
That was the question that the new friend asked him, as the eldest son of the Purple Robes Family came down the stairs on the other side of their fortress.
Christ-Offer said to his supposed younger brother:
Christ-Offer said to his supposed younger brother:
“You must be in pain.
Your cheek is missing flesh.
Would you like me to call an ambulance?”
Sven said, “No. I am
used to pain. And soon you may be as
well. We are heading into a dark part of
life.”
I N
S V N
I T Y
TUNES
For Sherry, the one who loved Lenny Sustenuto:
Worth Dyin’ For by
Gurf Morlix http://youtu.be/Xy6eMru1iMw
Dangerous (Chappo Remix) by Big Data
Forget And Not Slow Down
by Relient K
Cardiac Arrest by
Bad Suns
Bad Blood by
Bastille
love is lost by
David Bowie (hello steve reich mix by James
Murphy) http://youtu.be/VpXleysIs90
Vissi d’arte from Tosca by Puccini sung by Angela Gheorghiu
I Saw The Light by
Spoon http://youtu.be/2kPnyWjL6MU
Make A Move by
Incubus http://youtu.be/-uzT0hywHnU
VERSION ONE
The séance that brought the chauffeur Christ-Offer into the
Walk-In realm was hidden from the help, there at the mansion with the purple
marble on its façade.
But there were those who escaped that horrible event.
They rang the alarm for the army of Purple Robes.
You know about the result of the debacle, for them new
Walkins, but remember this:
Christopher had awakened in the body of the eldest son as
that man slept next to his beautiful wife and child.
From here:
He held full power of them Purple Robes although he did not
yet understand the weight and breadth of such potential, and what it could mean
to the rest of the river valley of Fuckno
Now we need to return to Sven, the Original Cannibal Walk-In
who now inhabited the young druggie Prince Richard, who found himself in a new
puzzle.
VERSION TWO
The eldest brother turned to face his wife before he left
her. He said, “Honey, we are under
attack. You will be protected, and I
will help my father. Never doubt that I
will return to you.”
He showed her a strong face, for that is what you do for
those you hold dear before you face imminent danger.
Even if you don’t believe it yourself.
And that there, my friend, is true courage.
Especially when you don’t know what the fuck is going on.
Emeralda closed the door after him, and she held fear in her
heart for her husband’s safety. She did
not admit, even to herself, that she feared for the well-being of their
children, and for her own safety, because her husband had just spoken to her in
English with a Messican accent, instead of Armedmenian.
What had happened to him?
Emeralda knew only one thing. She would have to trust Wahunt to return to
her and their baby. She understood that
he operated in manners and arts that she shunned.
How far will a woman trust a man? What is the depth of forgiveness for evil
work?
W A H U N T
Vissi d’arte from Tosca by Puccini sung by Angela Gheorghiu
Sven stood up with the help of his new compatriot. He understood that he had Walked-In to a new
soul, and he knew that it was someone who’d been born into a family of extreme
wealth and great power, but he did not have any notes written on the score
before him.
He would need to utilize all of his mental wit to navigate
the blank chart.
Uncharted waters indeed.
Christ-offer (who was now Wahunt) held his younger brother
Prince Richard’s face in his hands. One
of his brother’s eyes was filled with blood from the missing eyebrow.
Christopher did his best to hide his Messican accent. He did it by screaming.
He said, “What has happened to your beautiful face? Bleeding in your eye! There is a hole in your cheek! Who has done this?!”
Sven muttered, “She bit me.
She caused the fire.”
The Eldest Prince hugged his young brother and said, “She
will pay!”
Sven said, “She is gone.”
Here is the part of the tale where these two Walk-Ins became
informed about each other.
You see, when a Walk-In connects to another Walk-In, then
their combined knowledge from Walking-Into-Others combines their knowledge.
Well, until one of them eats the other one, that is.
God Help You.
God Help Us All.
---willies out
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