||[Jun. 19th, 2004|10:57 am]
|||||crown me king- felled by a sprig of holly||]|
oh, we all remember when the sky was lit up groin to grin & all the admirals of the stars were filled with avarice for the worlds owned by the mohommideans. with the Great Upswell, in which the peoples of the Book reconcilled their diffrence, the various Citizens of Space (who were by & large an athiestic bunch, having seen suns & knowing that they were collossal accidents, having seen black holes & knowing no devil lurked beyond oblivion), we set to clash. into this cauldron, this brink-of-war, came the Last Monarch, & the madhi of the mohommideans. shucking off his skin, he brought armageddon & apocalypse & was much beloved for it.