Playt #9: Playt on a Full Moon

It's hard to say what happens on a full moon, because all I know is that I lose complete control. On a full moon, life for me switches from a controllable and maintainable force, and into a living organism that I am just part of. Such a small part of, that I can do nothing except watch as I change, as I....... mutate into something a little more insane. Something more sinister flies towards my soul as I enjoy brainless and heartless flickering. Flickering? Something for another day.

Of course life would not be the same without barbecue, peanut butter and pickle sandwiches. It was the time of the night that I enjoyed stuffing them in my eye, when all of the sudden, I happened to see the Klurnoc moon in full bloom. I could see that none of the shadow from Dussyllia clouded it, and then I saw something out of the corner of my eye. It was a flash. The problem with that flash, was that it was void of light. This flash wasn't even a flash, and in fact could better be described as an organism that was composed of nothingness, void, emptiness. Somehow this thing had a mind. For some reason it let me see it, for I know that if I wasn't supposed to see it, it would have been too fast for my eye. As this thing got closer and closer to me the volume of the forest around me dulled. I could feel something pushing and pulling me at the same time as it got closer. Then it was on top of me, and I was enveloped in the void. All light and sound were destroyed. The only thing I had left was thought. Then I lost control of that as well, and control was obsolete.

The next semi rational thought came into my mind as my body's self conscious awakened. My first thought was that I was still here, still alive. Then I realized that that was completely irrelevant. A bigger voice was in my thoughts, a larger, more controlling voice. This voice had taken my soul, and pushed it aside and suppressed me. Then I could see, or rather, I could view what my body was doing, what my body was experiencing. Then feeling came back to me, and I noticed something very odd. My body had changed, and was still changing. My head started to crumble, then out of the rubble a new one began to grow. I felt fur growing off of this new face, and feathers in the back. Then something even more unexplainable happened. I saw my body changing from an outside view. The view rotated around my body so I could see all that was happening. The fur on my head was a reflective blue, and the feathers in the back were black. The muscles on my back grew as if they had always been there, hiding within. Suddenly the muscles broke through my red skin and silver worms crawled out. The worms melted and turned into a liquid metal which hardened. My gloves fell off and my arms started to retract into my chest. Then they were nothing. My legs and feet disappeared and my stomach coiled up. Out of my new silver metal back a black shadow bubble grew out and a field of see-through red appeared around it slowly. Then the red turned solid and my new left arm shot out. It was short and blue, and then my "hand" appeared. This new "hand" was nothing more than a tackle box. A gray empty tackle box. Then my right arm shot out. It was yellow and deformed, but long. At the end were two enormous feet with razor blades sticking out of the heels. The red stomach began to shape, it turned into a bodybuilder's stomach, strong and almost metallic in nature. Then my new legs and feet grew, the legs and feet of a minotaur. My face began to surface out of the blue fur of my new head. My mouth was thin and large, sharp and full of teeth. My teeth appeared to be full of blood, and then I could see closer. It was not blood, but instead it was microscopic red worms crawling around, swimming through my mouth. Diagonal cracks appeared where my eyes should be, and red light poured out. The light was hideous, and compelling. They drew in rational thought, and my view went in with it, back to my body.

The voice welcomed me back in and told me all was going to be ok. In fact, I was the safest person in the world right now. It told me about another world, a world full of stories. This world was just outside of mine, and it was one in which someone was writing about me. The story of this boy was written long ago. His story is inside of the bubble of time. He explained to me that time moved very fast and jittery, and yet nothing in its bubble was changeable. He also said something about another story. This story was linked to mine somehow. It was about Lysandus and his friends. There was yet another, beyond that. One that was written by another, a mastermind, but it was in the same realm nonetheless. It was a story of a gunslinger. Not any gunslinger, but The Gunslinger. His friends died in the wake of an explosion. The shockwave carried his plans away, and turned him into a killer. His students will die. There were also doors.... doors like the gateways of the Gallows. Doors of time, rips in the dimensions, holes in reality. A tear in the fabric perhaps. Caused by what drives us to survive. Caused by what makes this life worth living. A purpose which we invented to survive our sanity. Without purpose there is no meaning. Without meaning there is chaos. Chaos brings annihilation, and an end.

My body disappeared and reappeared in the middle of the ocean. The worms in my mouth shot out in a stream like water out of a fire hose. The worms formed a giant claw. A demon claw. The claw swiped through the water and killed every lifeform which resided there. Then I split into two. Part of me was still underwater, but would not be there for long. The other part was slaughtering an entire country. In the eyes of my new half, time had completely stopped. Every person had completely stopped what they were doing. In reality, it was mere seconds before every single lifeform there was wiped off of the planet. Then the underwater half was hovering in orbit around the planet in a split second. It nosedived into the planet and destroyed everything. In the end, nothing was left, not even a spec of dust from the planet remained. The moon floated off course without the gravity holding it there. It floated up, away, and then disappeared. I started to melt back into myself, and time began to skip backwards. The speed was insane, and before i knew it, everything was exactly how it was before. I was in my body, in control. The voice was gone. I looked up at the sky and I could see that the moon was gone as well...... hehe that was fun.