Another pasta I wrote for school
It may not be on par but whatever.
I am the watcher.
I am the naked prince in the sky.
I am the puppet master.
I am Vaaljeta, master of deceit!
Death had no effect
Upon the old ones and I.
We arrived upon a measly green planet called earth by its heretic plant-like beings.
Needless to say, we converted them all.
We ruled over all.
Those days were those to sing about.
They were days of legends.
Now the stars have died.
We are dead.
Yet I am still alive.
Yet I still reign.
Yet I still manipulate.
The minds of the meek are the minds of me.
The minds of the old ones belong to me.
The old ones are still alive.
Chaos will soon reign from each and every pore of my naked
I am Vaaljeta!
The stars will align!
The stars shall align!
It is my will!
They are simply my puppets to toy with!
It is my will alone that will create certain death for all!
Chaos will be the lone survivor!
I will reign over all in my blood-cloaked throne of horrors
Panic and shiver!
Clint Marsupial finished reading the tablet. It was a dark and dreary day in the city of witch-haunted Arkham and a deathly hush surrounded everyone. Recently, several men were found in the streets of Arkham cloaked in blood and robes. Among the bodies a copy of this parchment and a copy of the horrible tome, The Necronomicon were found amongst this carnage. Clint called people who were there on the scene of the crime and none responded. Clint asked people about what was going on and none had a clue. He figured it was just the air bringing out people’s weirdness at first but he was a private eye. Private eyes were supposed to know more about these unnatural happenings. However, Clint Marsupial couldn’t figure anything out any time he tried to figure something out. It was as if something was controlling him. Something was controlling him in fact. That something was controlling everyone. That something was eating people from inside from its nonexistent mouth. That something was destroying sanity with its visage of a naked man.
A naked man floating in space.
A naked man floating in space holding eyeballs in his arms
` A mouthless, naked man floating in space holding eyeballs in his arms
A mouthless, naked man floating in space holding eyeballs in his arms waiting for the day when they will return, influencing thoughts and manipulating minds so none will know
When chaos reigns again!