The port of basinland continued to be bashed by a vicious storm. Invaders from pipeland were preparing their missiles, rockets, exocets and variously shaped bayonets all pointed towards the basinpresident and their unsuspected residents. "2020 is still to far away" they have said, on the radios and on the main matrix webpage "The penetration has begun!" And penetrate they did, slowly but surely. They penetrated the waters, leaving a solid slipstream of rice stench and piss. The once clean waters of the basinstrait were now deep yellow, and the surface quickly became a nutritious froth for rapacious animals and piss eating bacteria.
Notwithstanding, the first bomb was heard before the break of dawn, unannounced and so the once tea ridden streets turned instead into to a tumultuous liquefaction of piss and human figures stenched in piss, running and covering their faces. This event was in the future come to be refered by historians as the Pissennacht.
After a desperate morning run, a group of people made it unstained to the shore, were a lonely rusty vessel was about to go in the long green sea. The last people to board the ship were 2 men, one held a notebook with old pages, the other one was an old men with no luggage.
They sat by each other as they gathered their breath and finally noticed the destination sign on the boat. A rusty metal plate with the name "koskalukka" crowned the rusty vessel, and they had no idea what it meant. The old name finally revealed his name, he was mr Shen.
Mr shen, full of wisdom, held a lotus flower in his hand. Sometimes his eyes were luminous, as when he spoke:
"The wheel has seven spokes, cach spoke could have chosen a different wheel but they were blessed by the unmovable, the eternal. Samsara has placed us in this boat, and we run from the pee rivers. Let the breadmen take more land, for their demise lies within themselves."
But no soon had he finished uttering his wisdom that the ocean began performing a tumultous Te Deum that flung the ship back and forth. It was no ordinary performance though, for the waters broke and let forth a curious figure that emerged slowly from the depths..
Jaja! Chupacabra seems to have gone somewhere else just now. Maybe to the village for some redneckblood. So you can come to the kitchen for your porridge with goatmilk.
:luv1: Kastrup soon I'm there boarding my plane...
