Cluster two

uhluhtC stirs. In his own words:

uhluhtC languishes on the Eastern shores, biding his time. For his time will come. When He shall return to reclaim what is rightfully His. But for now He sleeps. And He languishes. And He curses. Terrible, unspeakable invocations that if felled upon a mortal's hearing would drive him to madness.

Cluster One

The evil Dr. R (Also known as uhluhtC, upon whose name darkness feeds) lies shrouded in the steamy lands lands beyond the eastern sea. All is forgotten for a while, and the earth trudges on. As the rivers flow through long days, however, there is talk of his numerous insidious shapes seen in the woods at twilight, of missing sheep, and of the unmistakably large proboscis. Hushed voices tell stories of old that seem to feed his power, and a sense of quiet panic builds in the valley like a slow fog on a summer night.

The night impends.

uhluhtC dreams.

unluhtC rises.

Gangs of 2214

M (also known as Dr. T, praises unto him and his divine seed) and Ia stand proud on the glistening cobblestones this morning. As the early fog is swallowed by the morning sun, they see them: their tattered clothing dyed with blood, their open wounds festering with plump maggots, and their faces keen to feast on whatever walks in their path.

Insignificant aide(Ia, curses unto her) moves back an imperceptible step, while M stands steady. Ia's back tightens, her hair stands on end, and she is ready for battle. She knows, she has heard from M's divine wisdom, of the horrors these illegals unleash upon unsuspecting children of self-respecting people. She has heard of the slithering children they bear, little monsters that leave a child all but dead in the dark. She has heard how they feed on the very earth till she runs dry and bare. She has heard of their foreign tongues, ones that spit forth tenacious curses.

"Not today", M whispers resolutely under his breath. "You will not take from me what is mine. I have worked this land since time was young."

Ia: "Sire, you are brave. Your courage lends me courage. Have you really worked on this land that long?"

M: "Of course, you ignorant fool. My grandfather chewed on someones digits and eyeballs for this land. Some silly animal-name fellow, all ruddy and with feathers in his long hair."

Should I stay or should I go (now)

Bossj: "Less defect, more perfect. chop, chop."

M mauls BossJay.

Bossj: "!@#@!#$~!@#!@#$****"

Pain ensues.

Bossj is tamed.

He can now see.

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