Just a brief narrative regarding the HA, NOW GO!

Centuries slip through the fingers of vampires like the grains of an hourglass. When all other vices have been explored, eventually all that remains is the thirst, the hungers of the soul demanding to be sated, and that is what you find yourself immersed in now; blood, drink, drug.

Just because a weapon is made to destroy ones enemy, doesn't mean that it doesn't have a heart. The war was countless years ago, so long ago the weapon no longer remembers why it fought in the first place. So long that the wastes are now turning into forests...

(I got a bit carried away with the story...)

It's hot and intensely humid, the air smells like salt and spice and our boat continues to lurch drunkenly against the cross waves. No one has slept since we hit this recursive tide. Muscles and minds are beginning to feel rubbery and unreal.

The constant red light is heavy and oppressive. Red light, red sky, red stone cliffs to our south, red sand beneath the waves, red water around us. The boat looks red and the crew look red. Why hasn't the sun set yet? We've been here too long.

I fear we've angered a god. None of us have ever experienced seas like this before. I keep looking for her in the waves, just in case. Just to say I'm sorry.

We've barely moved five knots in three days, the Captain says. His bird swoops across the rigging and by portholes to echo him to us, all feedbacky and tinny. He keeps repeating this information. That, and all these little rhymes, but we've all started repeating those now.

"Get the vials from the isles" broadcasts the bird.

"Get the vials from the isles" we all reply.

This boat wasn't designed for such rough seas, she's fast and light and this should have been an easy two day trip. Inport, export; this is what we do. This would have been an easy two day trip, had we not made her so slow and heavy with this cargo. Sometimes I think I can hear the glass vials clinking in the hold, way down beneath the deck. All those deadly vials.

The chaos is exhausting and relentless. The boat tips and yaws and my body doesnt quite keep up any more. Red light, hot wet air and the sails ripple hypnotically as the crew clatter about on the deck, like unstable spinning tops on dead, tired legs.

Put in a loony bin but mostly for being non conformist ( ergo freaking so called, "NORMS out } spiritually self mutated more after exiting via a Hell portal still INTACT!!!

I know this all supposed to be fun and games but could you please not joke about this sort of thing. Serious psychiatric issues and hospital confinrment does not make a character cool or edgy and it's not funny to have happen to you.

Okay I was more against the so called " NORMS Transformed via water into a transcendental being

After a hard day of world domination with snow magic, [] has decided to call it a day. She is a proud single businesslady. So she has 2 cats that make her forget the loneliness. Until recently she was of the opinion that animals are better than people. Love for canned tuna was an excellent deal for her. But last week, just as she was about to ice a village, she saw a person making her snow globe snow. Today is data night and she waits in her favorite outfit in front of the cozy fireplace, for another kind of magic....

Became transported while reading an enchanted storybook, yet though mysterious the cat and rabbit who kept calling her Alice brought her a whimsical comfort via their companship.