Sunday, January 15, 2006

B.A

prefixed by a number means 'Before Aku'
What do you mean ? don't you watch any television ?
Also, our good friend Jack has a timeline reading of 25 B.A.
No doubt that indicates a rather old specimen, looking at the time this is being written in. Now you tell Jack that. And prepare to be surprised. You'd be expecting some kind of fossil, no doubt. But indeed, do prepare to be surprised. For, this time, the age is in the reading and not the specimen. He is still young, his straw hat sits on jet-black hair, nary a grey strand, and his long white robes hang easily on a robust frame.
The blade of his sacred sword is sharper than ever, and so is his pursuit.
Polite, as usual. If you'd have any information you'd like to share about that nefarious shape-changing demon Aku, you have ocassion to put it to good use. Better yet would be to follow our intrepid hero in his quest. Needless to say, perils await, for you see, Aku rules the land as far as the mind can comprehend, sad to say, ( this includes the planets beyond the usual textbook-nine-and-oh-just-discovered-poseidon, if you please ). And Aku has put a price on our hero's head. Just the head. So the millions of the minions, some of them fully machine, all of them armed, will be sweeping the roads and shops and public houses in search of you two. There are check-points on the way. And should the shooting start, I'd advise you to stay just outside the screen until the noise dies down. The clip-clop of wooden clogs would be the all-clear. That would be Jack looking for you after he has dealt with the horde in his own sure way.
I'm told the lands between the cities are beautiful. Aku's armies drive the people to cities to slave in the factories, producing crates and crates of stuff to keep the empire running, not unlike ants. And the cities crowded and polluted and dirtier than the shirt of a coal-boy in the early industrial era. This has kept the lands in between the cities empty of people (mostly) and the noisy clanking traffic is limited to the intercity roadways. Stay away from them and you'll see the lands as the they were before the Cruel Disturbances . Barring a bandit or two, or some wild foraging beast, the trips are peaceful. The sunsets are usually orange beyond the first Hub city. The wind whispers among the long reedy leaves and soothes, and nights under the starry sky are always refreshing. You might want to borrow my copy of 'The wind in the willows' for the trip .


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