Re: FIC: Lunacy Comes Up and WACKS YOU WITH A HAMMER(More of a snippet actually.)

[Mad-Hamlet@xxxxxxx]

Greetings,
Let me introduce a scenario.
Here, in a corner of the lush jungle we all call home, the canopy of 
trees is a little thicker, a little darker. Less sun filters through 
the leaves than elsewhere. The trunks of the surrounding plants are a 
tad thicker. Older, wiser and above all stronger.

In the farthest reaches of this expanse stands the oldest of the old. 
Father Tree. That which came before all other who's roots do spread 
throughout the entire forest and drink deep of the Earth. He who's 
green never fades despite the seasons and stands on and on, as the 
younger generations grow, fade, and die.

In the strongest crux of the roots of Father Tree, where a reality ago 
the seedling of Father Tree first set root to soil, stands my vault.
Within are all my stories, all my secrets. All that is, could be, will 
be, should be, and even some of what shouldn't be.

It's a strong vault. Tested by time and the elements. The sheen has 
never faded. The lock never oiled yet true and right as the day it was 
forged on the Anvils of Creation. 
It stands tall and proud nestled in the roots of Father Tree, who is 
also tall and proud.

Standing before my Vault, which stands before Father Tree...is...

Mr. Flibble. Penguin Hand Puppet of Doom.

His heritage is not so great. Made in Taiwan by a worker named 'Quic 
Sah Foong' about two years ago. Some of the threads around his base 
are starting to fray about the edges. One of his beady eyes is a tad 
lopsided and there's a tiny hole in the upper portion of his beak.

But his Hex vision works fine, ready to send screaming psychic death 
into the sides of any man, woman or Hover Tank foolish enough to touch 
what is mine.

He's holding a sign.

It reads:

'Bring it on.'

I think he's drooling.

I plan to duck and cover, mama didn't raise no stupid SilverBack. 
The rest..is your decision.

Melinda...Sam...roll the dice.

I remain, as always,
Mad-Hamlet