Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Episode MMXXXVIII – Strange Encounter


By the side of the road, as our brave holy warriors staggered onward bravely to meet their fate according to the judgment of the grand disciples of the prophetic word, there was an ancient seer that legend proclaims had withstood the blandishments of the vile crusaders and while not even having a clothe to cover himself or even a beard was revered for his wisdom and knowledge of the sacred book. And, he spoke unto these pilgrims, the holy warriors that they might yet achieve paradise if, before encountering the great religious judges to receive their preordained fate, they were able to commit a great work as the beheading of those who have engaged in unseemly behavior or the stoning of a woman who refused to obey her husband or who bared her head, thereby being unseemly and dressing as would a prostitute. And, so, these pilgrims, being anxious for salvation took it upon themselves to purge all that they met for was it not for their own good? © mmg 2008

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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Episode MMXXVIII – Escape



Just when we thought all was lost and were expecting the joy of martyrdom at any moment, there was a strange noise. It was the noise of long unused hinges. As we gazed with unbelieving eyes, a door opened in what had been an otherwise blank wall and before us there appeared a long, dark and dank passage, slippery, slimy, and almost impassible, covered as the walls were with mold and unspeakable filth. What choice did we have but to drag ourselves down it? For we could hear them coming with terrible dogs and beheading axes to dispatch us. And, so, we scuttled along like crabs to a small door which was open to the sky and a great empty and unguarded ship lit by torches. Quickly we went on board, cast off, hoisted sail and steered for the horizon, fearing some kind of devious trap on the part of our former captors. As we left the mooring and caught a breeze, we saw that we had reason to fear. For swimming ahead of our bow were glowing, huge beasts with blood red splotches about them. And, then, after we had cleared the Three Towers of Doom, the cry went up, “Rising water in the hold.” Would there be no expiation for us? (Copyright mmg 2008)

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