When The Curtain Drops


My Father came to visit me last night, normally this wouldn’t seem out of the ordinary, except for the fact that he has been dead for nearly twenty years. He grabbed me by the hand and lead me to a party, some face I recognized, friends and family who had recently passed on. ‘

“This, Baby Girl is the Cast Party. We all come here to unwind when the show is over, ” he said before offering me a refreshment.

I noticed a few people being taken out in handcuffs. This alarmed me, naturally I questioned my father about it.

” Well, I’ll tell you baby Girl, The Director felt they gave an awful performance, so they are being cast out. He just doesn’t see any hope for them.”

Looking around I didn’t see my Ma , by brother or my mother. I became nervous. What had become of them? Again I put my concerns forth to my father.

Sometimes The Director sees potential in people and decides to give them a repeat performance, to allow them to hone their craft. Your mother and brother are among those people they sent back to give an encore.

People like Me and Ma , the more experienced ones get to enjoy fruits of our labour. Ma is up there no in the Penthouse waiting for me.

 

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The Clownfather’s Floppy Dick Apocalypse


The Clownfather, who by this time had assembled his own mob of organized Clowns willing to do his bidding was seeking a way to infiltrate the government.  His Domme, Mistress Rosie , had a few connections in politics, and offered to share them with him.

Along with the help of Mistress Rosie’s pet, Dr. Sadistic, an alliance was made with The Filthy Whore on Capitol Hill.  Dr. Sadistic had developed a drug that would render a man impotent. This drug would have the opposite effect on women increasing their libidos. Dubbed as “Floppy Dick” by Dr. Sadistic, this drug would be introduced into the water supply of the United States, and would affect and inflict the entire nation.

Misery and mayhem would ensue. Chaos, it would be a nightmare. The nation, under sexual duress and repression would literally run to their doctors for a miracle drug.

Sex, drugs and money. Music to both the government’s and The Clownfather’s ears.  An alliance was formed.

After about two weeks of the contaminated water supply being distributed, it happened. A nightmare fell upon the America. The Floppy Dick Apocalypse had arrived. Insatiable women caught in the throes of cat scratch fever with men unable to achieve an erection. Sheer torture. A nightmare. Just as projected they ran in droves to their doctors to get prescriptions for the magic pill developed by Dr. Sadistic.

 

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Off With His Head


English: This is the Negoiu Peak from the Faga...
English: This is the Negoiu Peak from the Fagarasului Mountains. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Castle as ominous standing high atop the rugged terrain of the Transylvanian Alps.  The Castle’s appearance was made even more foreboding by the numerous human heads mounted on stakes lining the entrance to Castle Keep. Surely this must be a warning to the Master‘s enemies.

Hungry, tired, and in desperate need of rest, Alex made his way to the door of the Castle, where he was greeted by The Master‘s servant.

“Good evening, I am a weary soldier who has escaped from enemy capture, and I was wondering if your Master might offer rest and a meal, ” Alex introduced himself.

Yes, allow me to ring for my Master, ” the servant said, leaving him standing at the door.

In a matter of minutes The Master appeared before him,. He was statuesque in appearance and demeanor, and I could tell at once that he was not a man to be crossed.

” I understand that you have escaped from Enemy Forces. I have a long history with those foolish bastards. It would be my pleasure to offer you accommodations. My servant will prepare you a hot bath and ready you a room. We will dine promptly at six, ” he said before handing me off to his servant.

After my bath, I went into the room that was prepared for me, I had an hour before dinner was to be served. I laid on the Four Post Bed Fashioned of Mahogany Wood. The mattress was stuffed with down.  Silken sheets, I felt as if I were dreaming, and if I were dreaming, I did not want to wake up, for this was surely better than the mud soaked mess I escaped from.  I drifted off to sleep for a short time, and awoke to the pleasant sight of cleavage hovering above me.  The Mistress herself had come in to retrieve me for dinner.

“Darling, awaken, ” she whispered, “it’s time for Dinner, and we must not keep The Master waiting.”

“Yes, Mistress, ” I answered,wiping the sleep from my eyes.

Dinner was a feast, and I was famished. My benefactors made sure that I made extra helpings of Roast Boar, and Potatoes, along with all the Wine I could handle.  The more I drank, the more my curiosity peaked in regards to the staked heads lining the The Castle Keep. I was seated next to The Mistress who appeared to have wandering hands under the table, at first rubbing my thigh, then making her way to my manhood. I felt both guilt and incredible exhilaration from her actions for it had been a long time since I had felt the touch of a woman, yet The Master had shown me such a kindness in taking me in.

“Do you find my wife attractive?” The Master asked, catching me off guard.

I gulped. I didn’t know what to say. She was a voluptuous woman, with long raven tendrils, blue eyes that you could get lost in, a beautiful full round bottom, and nice full buxom breasts that you just want to suckle all day.

“She finds you attractive,” chuckled The Master.

“Yes, your wife is a very beautiful woman, ” I admitted.

“Good,  I’m happy to hear that you feel that way. My wife would like for you to join us for a drink in our private chambers tonight, ” he said with a wink.

My heart raced, The Mistress looked at me, licking her lips. I didn’t know what to say. She was a rare beauty, the thought of touching her made my mind want to burst into flames.

” I will be there, ” i responded.

I rapped softly on The Master’s Bedroom Door, he answered wearing a Purple Robe made of fine silk, holding a Brandy Snifter.

“Come in, friend. I have already poured you a drink, ” he said handing me the brandy.

The Mistress lay there in the bed in all her glory, bare, Her nipples stiffened as she massaged them alternately, her legs spread wide open exposing her juicy womanhood for the flowering beauty that it was to behold. She took one of her fingers and placed it upon the exposed hardness within her, fingering it fervently. Her moans made me stiffen.

“My wife is insatiable. She can not get enough pleasure. Many men have tried and failed. Now she has chose you. She likes to be licked by another man while I tend to her sensitive nipples. This gives her pleasure, and makes her spring forth juices like a fountain, ” The Master explained.

” Darling, Can’t we play the game this time?” chortled The Mistress

“Yes, My Pet. Anything you wish,” answered The Master.

“What Game?” I asked eagerly.

” She wants you to lick her and tend to her nipples at the same time while I watch, and if you can please her in under two minutes you win a prize. This should be easy, she’s pretty excited already, ” The Master answered.

I became so excited at the thought of my prize being able to make love to The Mistress, I exploded a bit in my pants,

She was so beautiful laying there, I placed my head between her thighs and grasped her hardened nipples and began twisting them gently. I searched out the erect spot that I had seen her fingering earlier and started to flick my tongue against it, she was pressing her mound into face as juices were flowing down my chin, She was like a ripe peach.

“Now!” I heard her scream.

I felt the steel blade come down on the back of my neck while she was grasping my hair.

My Head was put on a stake along The Castle Keep. This was the Game The Mistress enjoyed playing, called Off With His Head.

Immortal Confessions


Marie Antoinette's execution in 1793 at the Pl...
Marie Antoinette’s execution in 1793 at the Place de la Révolution (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

In a Confessional Booth in Europe, a  well dressed man takes his place, hoping to lighten his burden, with his confession,

 

 

 

“ Forgive me , Father For I have sinned.”

 

 

 

“ How long has it been since your last confession?”

 

 

 

“ Two Thousand Years.”

 

 

 

“ You must have much to get off your chest.”

 

 

 

“Ahh yes, Father, But where do I begin?”

 

 

 

“ Where ever you see fit, My Son.”

 

 

 

“ Perhaps I should start from the beginning.”

 

 

 

“ Always a good place to start, My Son.”

 

 

 

The  Confession  Begins

 

 

 

 

 

My first transgression and probably the biggest was not allowing The Master  to pass. For this Sin I was cursed to wait for him just as I had made him wait.  I have struggled to make right the wrong I committed in his face ever since.

 

 

 

I journeyed to Italy where I met up with Constantinople  and spread word of The Master to his people there. Together we blended Pagan Holidays with Christian Ones all to convert his people to Christianity.  I have always thought that the more souls I converted to The Master’s way of thinking , the lighter my burden would be. Together we helped the world to celebrate The Fertility Festival of Esther by Renaming it Easter for My Master. Celebrating  the renewal and resurrection of life.  This made many souls convert to the Master.  Still he had no sympathy for me.

 

 

 

I journeyed on to the East. I met up with a Count named Vladimir. I taught him all about Passing the Chalice in remembrance of Him.  We would pass blood in the chalice and drink in honor of The Master. This became somewhat of a daily ritual for the Count and I. Things seemed to be getting out of hand as The Count developed a taste for blood, or rather a Lust for it. Many were slain to whet his appetite.  I soon realized that I had created a monster In Count Vlad, and left.

 

 

 

I wanted so terribly to convert souls for The Master. I found myself in England, and had taken on the title of Count as to move in the influential circles. I knew that something rash had to be done to meet the level of conversion I was seeking. At a gathering one evening I suggested that all  Faiths be forced to denounce their Religious Beliefs and Proclaim themselves as Followers of The Master. They agreed with me, there was far too much hedonism going on in England and Europe, for that matter. A Board of Inquisition was formed to carry out the details. They would convert or be tortured, some even put to death. Death in the name of The Master. Surely this would please My Lord, I thought.   I wandered still.

 

 

 

I did pretty much the same thing in Spain years later. Blood was shed in the hopes of finding Divine Forgiveness. No Religious entity was spared during The Spanish Inquisition. Torture and Death came to those who would not convert. It seemed such a small price to pay to convert souls to the Master’s Ways.

 

 

 

I took refuge in a monastery for a short time. My guilt and shame were overwhelming. I carried with me a whip and began to self flagellate.  With each crack of the whip my burdens would be lightened for awhile. I told myself that I was suffering for The Master. During one of My sessions a Fellow Brother in the Order walked in on me. He thought that what I was doing was exceptional and spread the news to the rest of The Order.  They adopted Self flagellation as a way of penance also, and practice it to this day.  I left the monastery and moved on with my travels.

 

 

 

I met a writer and introduced him to the way of the whip, He used it for a conversion of another sort. I must admit that I became fascinated with his lifestyle, and did partake in the ways of using the whip for carnal satisfaction.. Taking pleasure from cracking the whip on the tender flesh of young men and women. It reminded me of earlier days when slavery was not forbidden.  A time when slaves obeyed your every word, with out question. I was not proud of myself during this point in time. The Marquis and I used up many girls. He was declared insane for his writings as they spread. They jailed him, and I moved on.

 

 

 

 

 

I also managed to fall in love, albeit an adulterous affair, I did love My French Queen, Marie Antoinette.  Her husband was far too busy with little things like conquering territories for France to notice her, or appreciate her for that matter. I was smitten with her style and grace, and it was love at first sight.  We would sneak off for picnics in the woods, where we would delight in the sweet rapture of eachother’s flesh.  I encouraged her every whim and indulgence, letting her know that she was due any decadence that her title bestowed upon her.

 

 

 

At her insistence I advised her husband on matters of their kingdom. I encouraged him to put his family above all else and deny them nothing. I was determined to make sure that My Queen had everything that her heart desired. This however caused a stirring among their subjects as they went mad with envy. A Revolution ensued, and My Queen lost her kingdom, and her head I am afraid due to a violent uprising.  Heartbroken I traveled East.

 

 

 

 

 

It was awhile before I showed myself again. This time I thought my cause to be worthy. I stumbled upon an unlikely prophet named Rasputin. Under my wing, he likened himself to the Tsars of Russia. I instilled the love of spreading divine inspiration into Rasputin. Although at one point he felt his gifts were the product of demonic possession, I was able to convince him that his talents were God Given and that it was his duty to share his knowledge with The Tsars.

 

 

 

The Tsars , however,  moved in an élite circle that were reluctant to accept Rasputin due to his humble appearance.  I taught Rasputin that you drive out sin with sin, and he was dubbed “The Wandering Holy Man”. I was very proud of him and the way he was able to endear himself to The Romanov  Family.  The Tsars truly believed that Rasputin was sent to them by God.  If only they had listened to him when he foretold of their death, but Royal families tend to believe that they are infinitely immortal. This however was not the case , and The Royal Romanov family were forced to abdicate their throne, were exiled and eventually put to death by A Revolutionary Party who came into power after The Tsar had not followed the advisement of Rasputin and lost a key battle , which his countrymen viewed as a sign of weakness in The System ran by The Monarchs.

 

 

 

I took some time off to collect my thoughts and think of a way that I could I best serve My Master the next time the opportunity made itself aware to me. I remember it as if it were yesterday, a young German Soldier was sitting in a coffee house in Berlin speaking of escalating tensions within their country, and of a young leader named Hitler who was speaking later that night. I decided there and then that I would help Hitler, and draw myself closer to The Master.

 

 

 

I knew that The Master was betrayed by his own people, just as he must have felt a betrayal by me. During this period The Jews had rose to great wealth and power , just as they had during The Master’s time. Germany was their new Rome. I would remind  Hitler of their betrayal and of their call for execution upon The Master, which led me to my predicament.

 

 

 

The argument that The Master’s Death was reason enough to justify a no holds barred assault on The Jewish Community  was swallowed very easily. I honestly believe The Germans were looking for any reason they could to exterminate the Jews, perhaps I just helped them along. I honestly had no idea to the extent to which they would go. I had opened a whole new can of worms, and gave the phrase an eye for an eye a whole new meaning. I became quite ashamed of myself , indeed. I knew that The Master would not be pleased with this one at all. Once again I had failed miserably.

 

 

 

Here we are back where we began, I wander, waiting, watching as man continues to commit atrocities in The name of The Master, awaiting his return. Idle time really is The Devil’s Backyard and I have played their for centuries

 

Floppy Dick Apocalypse


The Clownfather, who by this time had assembled his own mob of organized Clowns willing to do his bidding was seeking a way to infiltrate the government.  His Domme, Mistress Rosie , had a few connections in politics, and offered to share them with him.

Along with the help of Mistress Rosie’s pet, Dr. Sadistic, an alliance was made with The Filthy Whore on Capitol Hill.  Dr. Sadistic had developed a drug that would render a man impotent. This drug would have the opposite effect on women increasing their libidos. Dubbed as “Floppy Dick” by Dr. Sadistic, this drug would be introduced into the water supply of the United States, and would affect and inflict the entire nation.

Misery and mayhem would ensue. Chaos, it would be a nightmare. The nation, under sexual duress and repression would literally run to their doctors for a miracle drug.

Sex, drugs and money. Music to both the government’s and The Clownfather’s ears.  An alliance was formed.

After about two weeks of the contaminated water supply being distributed, it happened. A nightmare fell upon the America. The Floppy Dick Apocalypse had arrived. Insatiable women caught in the throes of cat scratch fever with men unable to achieve an erection. Sheer torture. A nightmare. Just as projected they ran in droves to their doctors to get prescriptions for the magic pill developed by Dr. Sadistic.

 

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Fame In Purgatory


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A voluptuous platinum blonde woman was staggering along an abandoned stretch of a long abandoned highway, rarely used, except for those who lost their way in the desert. She was stark naked, revealing to the world that she was in fact, not a true blonde, exposing in her feminine wiles a clear patch of auburn hair.  Tears flowed from her piercing blue eyes as smoke billowed from the cigarette she smoked.  The heat was now smacking her dead in the face. She held her head low. Looking up when she heard the blare of the horn from a semi truck, a Mack Truck’s headlights were dead in her eyes. She froze like a doe. The driver stopped in the nick of time.

Out of nowhere a patrolman on a motorcycle appeared on the scene. She began to cry profusely. She realized what she looked like. Composing herself, her mind flashed back to the last meeting she had with her attorney. Good old Harry. The man got the guiltiest of the guilty off. If you had the money, honey, then Harry had the time. She was snorting cocaine off Harry’s penis when he was telling her what to do if her addictions ever found her in a tight spot. His advice was, “ Deny, Deny, Deny..Play Insane, and if all else fails and you don’t look quite crazy enough, when they ask for your name, say you are Alice , The Mad Hatter or something like that.”

“I am Alice! You can’t arrest me! I was on my way to meet the White Rabbit for a special brew of tea” She began jumping up and down.

The Thin White Duke passing By with his friend The Prince informed young alice that she has consumed far too much Teas with The White Rabbit, and now it was time to meet The Mad Hatter.

By this time a dark-haired young woman was there along with a young African American man, they were driving the ambulance.

“I would tell her to go to Rehab, but she would say, NO! NO! NO!” The young dark haired woman cackled.

“ Pardon, me? I just have one question? Are you experienced?” asked the young African American man with a chuckle.

“Take her to The Snake King, she needs some Sexual Healing,” The Patrolman said with a smile.

She was greeted at The Snake King’s Clinic by a Nurse with a Southern accent.
”Welcome . Sweetheart. You know that freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose. Let yourself be free. Let it all go, and it will come back to ya, “

The Snake King’s assistant Dr. Kurt came into the room to visit her next. He appeared a bit grungy for a doctor in her point of view, but here she was stark naked, exposed with people traipsing in and out in an insane asylum,

“What exactly is it that you do Dr. Kurt?” she queried.

“I help people to get back what they have lost by finding themselves through a little bit of Teen Spirit. It is my hope the can achieve a state of Nirvana, “ he answered.

Nurse Janice came in and helped Dr. Kurt place the blonde woman on the treatment table. Dr. Kurt  hummed softly while Nurse Janice sponge bathed her. His voice was grellow, gruff and mellow at the same time, a lovely coexistence. It was trance like. It was a bit arousing, and did bring out her Teen Spirit.

“Honey, Dr. Kurt and I are going to leave now and the Snake King is going to come in. Remember to let yourself drift. Freedom really is just another word for nothing left to lose. You are a Pearl. “ Nurse Janice kissed her on the lips and left.

He entered the room with an aura of sexual swagger. Steam seemed to rise from his ebony locks of hair, transparent beads of sweat dripped down his chest. She could see the fire in the iris of his eye. She knew this was THE Snake King.

“Hello, I love you, Let me tell your name, “ He said looking into her eyes.

Her head began to spin, she felt dizzy. The room was spinning. A fever rose up inside her. Some Like It Hot, and Gentleman Prefer Blondes, but the only use she had for a gentleman was his money. It was coming back to her now. There was a reason why she called herself Alice

She Had been to Red Queen’s castle, played a dangerous game of chess. Mistress to the King, so now it was time for her to play a dangerous game of croquet. The odds were stacked against her you see, when the Red Queen yells off with her head , she means it.

Alice did not belong in Camelot and had to go back through the looking glass to wonderland. A drink to make her smaller, pills that made her larger and poof! Alice broke on through to the other side, where she met up with The Snake King.  jimmorrisonQuote

The Snake King licked her most lascivious manner, her legs fell limp, as she writhed. Mounting Her, he whispered into her ear ” Do you remember now, Oh Queen of the Angels?”  Breathlessly she sighed, “A sex symbol becomes a thing. I just hate becoming a thing.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Immortal Confessions


Marie Antoinette's execution in 1793 at the Pl...
Marie Antoinette’s execution in 1793 at the Place de la Révolution (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

In a Confessional Booth in Europe, a  well dressed man takes his place, hoping to lighten his burden, with his confession,

 

 

 

“ Forgive me , Father For I have sinned.”

 

 

 

“ How long has it been since your last confession?”

 

 

 

“ Two Thousand Years.”

 

 

 

“ You must have much to get off your chest.”

 

 

 

“Ahh yes, Father, But where do I begin?”

 

 

 

“ Where ever you see fit, My Son.”

 

 

 

“ Perhaps I should start from the beginning.”

 

 

 

“ Always a good place to start, My Son.”

 

 

 

The  Confession  Begins

 

 

 

 

 

My first transgression and probably the biggest was not allowing The Master  to pass. For this Sin I was cursed to wait for him just as I had made him wait.  I have struggled to make right the wrong I committed in his face ever since.

 

 

 

I journeyed to Italy where I met up with Constantinople  and spread word of The Master to his people there. Together we blended Pagan Holidays with Christian Ones all to convert his people to Christianity.  I have always thought that the more souls I converted to The Master’s way of thinking , the lighter my burden would be. Together we helped the world to celebrate The Fertility Festival of Esther by Renaming it Easter for My Master. Celebrating  the renewal and resurrection of life.  This made many souls convert to the Master.  Still he had no sympathy for me.

 

 

 

I journeyed on to the East. I met up with a Count named Vladimir. I taught him all about Passing the Chalice in remembrance of Him.  We would pass blood in the chalice and drink in honor of The Master. This became somewhat of a daily ritual for the Count and I. Things seemed to be getting out of hand as The Count developed a taste for blood, or rather a Lust for it. Many were slain to whet his appetite.  I soon realized that I had created a monster In Count Vlad, and left.

 

 

 

I wanted so terribly to convert souls for The Master. I found myself in England, and had taken on the title of Count as to move in the influential circles. I knew that something rash had to be done to meet the level of conversion I was seeking. At a gathering one evening I suggested that all  Faiths be forced to denounce their Religious Beliefs and Proclaim themselves as Followers of The Master. They agreed with me, there was far too much hedonism going on in England and Europe, for that matter. A Board of Inquisition was formed to carry out the details. They would convert or be tortured, some even put to death. Death in the name of The Master. Surely this would please My Lord, I thought.   I wandered still.

 

 

 

I did pretty much the same thing in Spain years later. Blood was shed in the hopes of finding Divine Forgiveness. No Religious entity was spared during The Spanish Inquisition. Torture and Death came to those who would not convert. It seemed such a small price to pay to convert souls to the Master’s Ways.

 

 

 

I took refuge in a monastery for a short time. My guilt and shame were overwhelming. I carried with me a whip and began to self flagellate.  With each crack of the whip my burdens would be lightened for awhile. I told myself that I was suffering for The Master. During one of My sessions a Fellow Brother in the Order walked in on me. He thought that what I was doing was exceptional and spread the news to the rest of The Order.  They adopted Self flagellation as a way of penance also, and practice it to this day.  I left the monastery and moved on with my travels.

 

 

 

I met a writer and introduced him to the way of the whip, He used it for a conversion of another sort. I must admit that I became fascinated with his lifestyle, and did partake in the ways of using the whip for carnal satisfaction.. Taking pleasure from cracking the whip on the tender flesh of young men and women. It reminded me of earlier days when slavery was not forbidden.  A time when slaves obeyed your every word, with out question. I was not proud of myself during this point in time. The Marquis and I used up many girls. He was declared insane for his writings as they spread. They jailed him, and I moved on.

 

 

 

 

 

I also managed to fall in love, albeit an adulterous affair, I did love My French Queen, Marie Antoinette.  Her husband was far too busy with little things like conquering territories for France to notice her, or appreciate her for that matter. I was smitten with her style and grace, and it was love at first sight.  We would sneak off for picnics in the woods, where we would delight in the sweet rapture of eachother’s flesh.  I encouraged her every whim and indulgence, letting her know that she was due any decadence that her title bestowed upon her.

 

 

 

At her insistence I advised her husband on matters of their kingdom. I encouraged him to put his family above all else and deny them nothing. I was determined to make sure that My Queen had everything that her heart desired. This however caused a stirring among their subjects as they went mad with envy. A Revolution ensued, and My Queen lost her kingdom, and her head I am afraid due to a violent uprising.  Heartbroken I traveled East.

 

 

 

 

 

It was awhile before I showed myself again. This time I thought my cause to be worthy. I stumbled upon an unlikely prophet named Rasputin. Under my wing, he likened himself to the Tsars of Russia. I instilled the love of spreading divine inspiration into Rasputin. Although at one point he felt his gifts were the product of demonic possession, I was able to convince him that his talents were God Given and that it was his duty to share his knowledge with The Tsars.

 

 

 

The Tsars , however,  moved in an élite circle that were reluctant to accept Rasputin due to his humble appearance.  I taught Rasputin that you drive out sin with sin, and he was dubbed “The Wandering Holy Man”. I was very proud of him and the way he was able to endear himself to The Romanov  Family.  The Tsars truly believed that Rasputin was sent to them by God.  If only they had listened to him when he foretold of their death, but Royal families tend to believe that they are infinitely immortal. This however was not the case , and The Royal Romanov family were forced to abdicate their throne, were exiled and eventually put to death by A Revolutionary Party who came into power after The Tsar had not followed the advisement of Rasputin and lost a key battle , which his countrymen viewed as a sign of weakness in The System ran by The Monarchs.

 

 

 

I took some time off to collect my thoughts and think of a way that I could I best serve My Master the next time the opportunity made itself aware to me. I remember it as if it were yesterday, a young German Soldier was sitting in a coffee house in Berlin speaking of escalating tensions within their country, and of a young leader named Hitler who was speaking later that night. I decided there and then that I would help Hitler, and draw myself closer to The Master.

 

 

 

I knew that The Master was betrayed by his own people, just as he must have felt a betrayal by me. During this period The Jews had rose to great wealth and power , just as they had during The Master’s time. Germany was their new Rome. I would remind  Hitler of their betrayal and of their call for execution upon The Master, which led me to my predicament.

 

 

 

The argument that The Master’s Death was reason enough to justify a no holds barred assault on The Jewish Community  was swallowed very easily. I honestly believe The Germans were looking for any reason they could to exterminate the Jews, perhaps I just helped them along. I honestly had no idea to the extent to which they would go. I had opened a whole new can of worms, and gave the phrase an eye for an eye a whole new meaning. I became quite ashamed of myself , indeed. I knew that The Master would not be pleased with this one at all. Once again I had failed miserably.

 

 

 

Here we are back where we began, I wander, waiting, watching as man continues to commit atrocities in The name of The Master, awaiting his return. Idle time really is The Devil’s Backyard and I have played their for centuries