The nameless
“Sire, Lady Riuorre’s Grand Ball awaits you…” the minion said in a humble tone. Her eyes met the ground as she bowed awkwardly. Her body remained in the arched position in an attempt to hide her anxiety.
The Daemon King remained indifferent. Both claws of his hinds clutched the throne’s arm tightly as his slithery body sank into the blood red cushions on the seat. His glance was fixated on a lofty spot on the ceiling. “Perhaps a full-force invasion of Aeious would suffice…” he mused out loud.
There was a moment of silence in the chamber, the minion still in her backbreaking position.
“Are you not gonna dissuade your lord from this treacherous act?” the devious king questioned with a malicious grin. His eyes were cold, sharp as a dagger. His face vile, ugly and distorted.
“Sire… your wrath ran swift and hard across the Eastern Land. But your benevolence spared the people from the beauteous land of Aeious. Sire… your courtship of the ravishing Ice Queen Raqeulla has…”
“Ahahahaha… you imbecile fools!”his dry bitter laughter tore through the placid air. The minion fell to her knees and crouched nearer to the ground as if hoping to melt into it. “ALLIANCE! …is all I sought, a friendship not slavery! Those wretched people fear me! For they despise me and I burn their lands in kind.”
Hatred built up in his eyes; the malicious grin that stretches from eye to eye subsided and there was only grimace on his face.
“I tried being subtle alright… I tried being nice. The chariots, the jesters, the beasts, the feasts, the slaves and dancers. Oh I get it… It’s because the Daemon King, Son of the devil, Apostle of Evil, Lucifer’s incarnate and Ruler of Hell tried to be nice. Therefore, he deserves such treatment!
…
All she cares about is that nameless betraying lying scum from the forsaken wasteland! I only wanted an ally… I never wanted to raze your oh beautiful Aeious! For all he does is hurt her soul and yet she stays true to him…”
His grin was no more. His face was expressionless; there was maybe even calmness and rue on the face of the almighty, feared and cursed Daemon King who is used to nothing but merciless senseless massacres. His eyes were melancholic.
“Such… humanly devotion… love… Sire…” the minion whispered.
A familiar smile returned- suspicious, sly, and insidious! That despicable and loathsome look resurfaced veiling all traces of angry and sorrow. His spiteful eyes shined…
“Perhaps I shall seek him out instead… The South Goats aren’t gonna protect him forever… And try the sickest torture ever! Slice off his lips and melt his tongue and cheeks by lava gargling. Carve out his eyeballs from their sockets with a red-hot spoon or skewer his eardrums with a burning stake.
…
Or perhaps tear out his beating heart from his chest and let it be frozen in the hands of the Ice Queen for eternity.”
Lady Riourre bid her lord goodnight. She rise and took her leave with tears in her eyes. She wondered if the Daemon King ever love, she doubted she’s the one.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Azz the Oracle
ZeeZee brought me to Azz the Oracle- the illustrious shaman conversant with all the hearsays of Akadamnia. Azz being infamous for his flings with the top echelon of frippets in Aj Col turned out to be a very amiable person. We were deeply amused by the blithe spirit he had during the sharing. His raillery and snide witticisms made us cachinnate in the teeming SALT BRUNCH.
It was fun. But beneath the jesting I could sense a woebegone hermit weary and beat by the world of betrayal. Azz’s face embowels the meaning of ‘there’s more than meets the eye’, as one could hardly tell his exact ancestry.
The enemy wears many faces. Yet I choose to remain insouciant.
11 days in sight
It was fun. But beneath the jesting I could sense a woebegone hermit weary and beat by the world of betrayal. Azz’s face embowels the meaning of ‘there’s more than meets the eye’, as one could hardly tell his exact ancestry.
The enemy wears many faces. Yet I choose to remain insouciant.
11 days in sight
A Struggle for Existence
Our existence is marked by an endless struggle manifested in endless ways...
-to-be-continued-
12 days
-to-be-continued-
12 days
Monday, October 20, 2008
My date with a Vampire Goddess
Crossing the silver bridge of light with the beauteous Rachel Euodia by my side, I set foot on Ten Toxins the Inhospitable – Land of the breathing dead. We seek the numinous tavern of the Twin Tail Siren to muse and master the magic to defeat Al Evel!
After procuring 2 Venti of Java beans – essential to our impending mystical journey, we proceed to arranging the furniture in the shape of an infinity symbol. I sat vis-à-vis her. And under the dusky lights, the sands of time ceased to flow.
As an Elite of Raff, Euodia had transcendence knowledge of the Akadamnia world! She heartily imparted me the secrets of Mei and Animal Spirits while furthering her own perceptions on Alchemic Bending. Clearly there were bouts of awkwardness. But soon the still air began to swirl and whirl and twirl. Thoughts and deliberation of the darker arts then took over; existence, life, death, heart and soul. Yet the yellow spell-book insisted addition! The cacophony in the surrounding grew and subsided, grew and subsided… Despite the screeching of the witches in the background and the childish moans of the old man who tried so hard to be younger, we persisted! And the spell-ing gave birth to much colours! Beautiful colours! I wished we never stop.
Alls well, ends well... I bid goodbye with a pilfered emerald orb of prowess in my possession. I will use it will for the next 13 days!
After procuring 2 Venti of Java beans – essential to our impending mystical journey, we proceed to arranging the furniture in the shape of an infinity symbol. I sat vis-à-vis her. And under the dusky lights, the sands of time ceased to flow.
As an Elite of Raff, Euodia had transcendence knowledge of the Akadamnia world! She heartily imparted me the secrets of Mei and Animal Spirits while furthering her own perceptions on Alchemic Bending. Clearly there were bouts of awkwardness. But soon the still air began to swirl and whirl and twirl. Thoughts and deliberation of the darker arts then took over; existence, life, death, heart and soul. Yet the yellow spell-book insisted addition! The cacophony in the surrounding grew and subsided, grew and subsided… Despite the screeching of the witches in the background and the childish moans of the old man who tried so hard to be younger, we persisted! And the spell-ing gave birth to much colours! Beautiful colours! I wished we never stop.
Alls well, ends well... I bid goodbye with a pilfered emerald orb of prowess in my possession. I will use it will for the next 13 days!
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Glass Cube of Solitude- Part 1
Silence speaks volumes about ourselves
“We know that it was from dust we came and, inevitably, to dust we shall return. We are, in the final analysis, just self-aware manure.
If we put aside culture- the parades, the prestigious universities we attend, our jobs and those incessant text messages, our cars or house – wouldn’t our existence have little meaning?
Solitude and silence would make us face that truth. They would remind us cruelly that our lives are actually not worth living.”
The Straits Times, Thursday 14/08/08
By Andy Ho
Senior Writer
Sesquipedalian Expert
Master of Magniloquent
Guru of Chimalogy – the secret art of making something simple sound deep, unfathomable and bewildering.
19 days *silence
“We know that it was from dust we came and, inevitably, to dust we shall return. We are, in the final analysis, just self-aware manure.
If we put aside culture- the parades, the prestigious universities we attend, our jobs and those incessant text messages, our cars or house – wouldn’t our existence have little meaning?
Solitude and silence would make us face that truth. They would remind us cruelly that our lives are actually not worth living.”
The Straits Times, Thursday 14/08/08
By Andy Ho
Senior Writer
Sesquipedalian Expert
Master of Magniloquent
Guru of Chimalogy – the secret art of making something simple sound deep, unfathomable and bewildering.
19 days *silence
Attack on the Killer Tomatoes!
ZeeZee and I had a rendezvous at ScaM- arguably the most pervasive tavern franchise in the Akadamnia! Rumor has it that ScaM owns it success to a witch’s spell of happiness in every of their meals, capable of seducing the hearts of the young and vulnerable. Our stay was brief, as we were coursed to pay the Tomato Library a visit for rations in preparations for the invasion.
Since the creation of the Flavr Savr, tomatoes have become a stable in all battles. Genetic engineering has give rise to hundreds of thousands of tomato species adapted for all sorts of combat conditions. They could remain fresh in your baggage for months; a single fruit could provide you with sufficient energy to last an entire day and some even capable of corroding through enemy lines!
Together with Liang Teh the Medic and Twig, ZeeZee and I joined the mob that has congregated outside the Tomato Library. The tomatoes were in season. The crowd jostled each other, vying to be the first to have their hands on the crème de la crème. Despite our repugnance of such churlish behavior, we were goaded by the sinews of these fruits. Eventually, we subjugated to our competitive nature.
20 of days poignant regrets to live with!
Since the creation of the Flavr Savr, tomatoes have become a stable in all battles. Genetic engineering has give rise to hundreds of thousands of tomato species adapted for all sorts of combat conditions. They could remain fresh in your baggage for months; a single fruit could provide you with sufficient energy to last an entire day and some even capable of corroding through enemy lines!
Together with Liang Teh the Medic and Twig, ZeeZee and I joined the mob that has congregated outside the Tomato Library. The tomatoes were in season. The crowd jostled each other, vying to be the first to have their hands on the crème de la crème. Despite our repugnance of such churlish behavior, we were goaded by the sinews of these fruits. Eventually, we subjugated to our competitive nature.
20 of days poignant regrets to live with!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Akadamnit!
One vital component of the human body is proteins. Proteins are made up of simpler molecules (monomers) known as amino acids. And in Alchemy, amino acids have amazing properties. Conjuring a well balanced fire-water spell, a powerful Alchemist can denature his own proteins and summon the double-edged Zwitterions of devastating capabilities.
It is unfortunate that we have to walk down the path of Akadamnit; mastering such formidable forces neither for the appreciation of knowledge nor to appease of our curiosity, but rather for a prescribed “honor” and “prestige”.
As I plow through the “Alchemine, Alchemide, Alchemino & Prowess” Alchemy texts in the Ancient Archives, I encountered 2 sorceresses ZeeZee and Peebee. Their behaviors were intriguing. Languid ZeeZee was struggling with her spells and the weight of her eyelids, while restless Peebee contended with the constant borborygmus of her belly. I heard her lament of her regrettable choice down the road of Akadamnit and I ruminated: why do we study what we study?
Tonight, I pray for the flame of curiosity in all of us to swiftly grow into a conflagration within the next 22 days!
It is unfortunate that we have to walk down the path of Akadamnit; mastering such formidable forces neither for the appreciation of knowledge nor to appease of our curiosity, but rather for a prescribed “honor” and “prestige”.
As I plow through the “Alchemine, Alchemide, Alchemino & Prowess” Alchemy texts in the Ancient Archives, I encountered 2 sorceresses ZeeZee and Peebee. Their behaviors were intriguing. Languid ZeeZee was struggling with her spells and the weight of her eyelids, while restless Peebee contended with the constant borborygmus of her belly. I heard her lament of her regrettable choice down the road of Akadamnit and I ruminated: why do we study what we study?
Tonight, I pray for the flame of curiosity in all of us to swiftly grow into a conflagration within the next 22 days!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Tune of Antagonism
Today, I stumbled upon a tatterdemalion yet cozy inn- Hoagles, in the South of Knee Soon. The chatoyant ambience gave the tiny tavern a fuggy feel and the fare was fairly delightful. Seems like I have found a perfect place for my troops to recuperate! But I wasn’t the only one with eyes on the bonanza, an austere hermit from the High Council was already settled in. I recognized her by the erythrism of her Alchemy book! I too had a copy, a counterfeit version which pales in comparison.
I peered into the Interlight portal to make contact with those ‘free’ from battle. The fate of losing oneself in one’s circumstances seems to have caught on in every part of the world. Bard Usag though free from the woes of the invasion in his insouciant and lethargic Poli world, seems to be singing of a similarly desperate fate. His people- once thought to be peaceloving and nonchalant, are too vying for piece of the 3 legendary Unicorn Land. Defeating Al Evel may be the quickest route to securing a spot in these ‘paradises’ but Poli world citizens are becoming more sanguinary and tenacious!
Usag, I wish you well! It’s crunch time for me, 22 more days to go!
I peered into the Interlight portal to make contact with those ‘free’ from battle. The fate of losing oneself in one’s circumstances seems to have caught on in every part of the world. Bard Usag though free from the woes of the invasion in his insouciant and lethargic Poli world, seems to be singing of a similarly desperate fate. His people- once thought to be peaceloving and nonchalant, are too vying for piece of the 3 legendary Unicorn Land. Defeating Al Evel may be the quickest route to securing a spot in these ‘paradises’ but Poli world citizens are becoming more sanguinary and tenacious!
Usag, I wish you well! It’s crunch time for me, 22 more days to go!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Plague SU
It was Sloth - the inner demon! He is omnipresent but his viral influence on me during weekends is stronger than ever.. My attempt at memorizing the texts of Alchemy was futile. And I relieved my ennui by unveiling the parting gift of fellow Brethren Lei June- a chubby Panglossian, lusty at times and always affectionate. It was heartwarming as I popped his Positive Pills! I hope the motivation to prove my worth to the fastidious and termagant Master Chemist Kuah would be sufficient for overcoming my inertia.
I must too thank my 3 unofficial teachers, the Angelical Ice-Cream, Twig Shu Zhi and the Irritable Mistress of Alchemy Holy level 3 (H3)- Sabina. Rest assured I will strive on! I shall continue my daily visits to the Ancient Archives of Aj to study the scrolls!
Brethrens- LJ, Yong, Burns, JJ, Cloud and X! Let’s reverse the cursed epidemic of SU!
The 23 days more to seek for the cure!
I must too thank my 3 unofficial teachers, the Angelical Ice-Cream, Twig Shu Zhi and the Irritable Mistress of Alchemy Holy level 3 (H3)- Sabina. Rest assured I will strive on! I shall continue my daily visits to the Ancient Archives of Aj to study the scrolls!
Brethrens- LJ, Yong, Burns, JJ, Cloud and X! Let’s reverse the cursed epidemic of SU!
The 23 days more to seek for the cure!
Friday, October 10, 2008
Dusk of Merry & Dawn of Hard-work
Last night we make merry! We drink, we feast! We parted at General William. C‘s garrison high in spirit.. Swearing to be victorious, we went separate ways to ready our troops to face our common enemy.
Today, we the 24 warriors of Tanned-O-Seven and all other legions of Aj-Muggels will join the Elites of Raff, the High Council Indigenous people, the South Goats and many other brave souls in their bid to conquer the all perilous Al Evel! He of great evil returns every year and only the strongest of hearts and toughest of wills may triumph. Although many dread this battle, it is inevitable. The Almighty Moe dictates that the Bridge of Cam must be crossed at all costs. Let us agglomerate our knowledge, sharpen our swords of dark blue and black, polish our shields of skills and await the invasion!
24 more days of gruesome drilling to Our Au Courant Battle of Megiddo!!!
Today, we the 24 warriors of Tanned-O-Seven and all other legions of Aj-Muggels will join the Elites of Raff, the High Council Indigenous people, the South Goats and many other brave souls in their bid to conquer the all perilous Al Evel! He of great evil returns every year and only the strongest of hearts and toughest of wills may triumph. Although many dread this battle, it is inevitable. The Almighty Moe dictates that the Bridge of Cam must be crossed at all costs. Let us agglomerate our knowledge, sharpen our swords of dark blue and black, polish our shields of skills and await the invasion!
24 more days of gruesome drilling to Our Au Courant Battle of Megiddo!!!
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