Escapadia 291008

The disembowled pained vocals of the darkness echoed. In my head? In the cave? I couldn't quite make out. I was so inbetween the Slumberings and the now. When I finally came to I opened my eyes to find the Chieftain, his dozen finest and a drooling llama looking down at me. "We thought we had lost... Sign in to see full entry.

"Well, well, well! IF it isn't the familiar sight of Soman Balan!" I recognised the voice booming in the darkness. A beam of light flashed in my face. I knew at once who it was: "Schmorgan Rheingeld!" "See, I just don't appear in the Slumberings..." "What are you doing here?" "To stop you from... Sign in to see full entry.

Finally after 3 days of trekking though the forest, the Cheiftain and a dozen of his finest, a rickety llama drawn cart carrying potatoes, a roasted pig and myself made it to the forest edge where the Cave of Patagonia lay infront of us. I dismounted and looked at the men: "Ready?" They removed... Sign in to see full entry.

"You need starch!" Exclaimed the Chieftain pressing a bowl up against my cracked lips. I swallowed the thick potato based sweet liquid. It warmed my interior. "The Slumbering has drained you of much energy," the Chieftain observed, "even your lips are ripped." He gestured to one of the potato... Sign in to see full entry.

"Morgan, Schmorgan!" My vocals reverberated around the lucid interior of the Slumberings, rebounding off the wibbly wobbly walls and causing the underneath to undulate making maintaining balance almost impossible. Then out of the lucid liquid he appeared. "Schmorgan, for some reason you have trailed... Sign in to see full entry.

I approached the settlement and could see the potato farmer Chieftan. He bared his gnarleys. Unlike the Warlords pets they weren't displayed in anger. They were full of shiney white hope and relief. He ran over me and tried to place one of the fruits of his and his people labour in my hands: "Sweet... Sign in to see full entry.

"I'm here to liberate the potato farmers of Bolivia!" I yelled. They bared their gnarleys at me in disbelief but there was nothing they could do, for their warlord masters had them on a tight leash. They remained silent yet their eyes peirced my hide which wasn't as thick as the 'nocerous I had lead... Sign in to see full entry.