!G8.AisJTC2 12/16/10(Thu)16:21 No.13177385
"Mouthy little thing, innit?" the laughing abomination had said. 'It,' this thing had called me!
Another voice from the darkness answered it, in agreement. A thing stepped into the light of my lantern, this one bearing more resemblance to the Holy Form, only to be all the more horrifying. Dressed modestly in a suit of sorts and a hat, a cane in hand, the creature, who the laughing one referred to as 'Dok' or somesuch, leered at me from black pits which I assume were its eyes... soulless and evil.
The laughing one picked me up, and I could not resist its grip, my body damaged by its assault. My hair felt wet and sticky, and I sensed that the bones of my arms and chest were damaged.
The suited one tapped me on the face with its cane, and asked me of my home... he knew of Arakeen. I spat in its face, or tried to... the laughing one squeezed me tighter, and a cracking sound prompted another bout of wheezy laughter. 'Dok' waved its cane, telling it to stop. I am ashamed to say that I felt a moment of gratitude for the thing.
Then its cane lit up with a spark and I was in darkness again.
When I awoke, I could not move. I was on a slab of some sort, deep in one of the buildings of the Ghost Lands, now a coven of some sort to the abominations, a place for their witchery. Black as pitch, a carapice of false flesh. 'Dok' stood before me, hands on its cane, leering at me as before.
"Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste," the thing said, and I scoffed at its attempt to identify itself as a 'man'... only to find I could not speak, my jaw felt numb, as did the rest of me. "Doctor Cialsok is my name. The laughing paluka you saw before is Hroddard. We are Silicon Creatures."