He climbed up a tree. They chopped it down. He hid in a
Lake. They drained it. He crouched behind a mammoth.
They made it extinct. He flew on the wing with a vampire.
They put a stake through its heart. He floated away. They
reintroduced gravity. He became very kind. They outlawed
charity. He regressed so far he became a fish. They greatly
increased the velocity of evolution. He had gold in his mouth.
They de-transmuted it to lead. He killed an Englishman. They
legalized murder. He smoked heavily. They banned tobacco.
He remembered how to breathe. They poisoned the air. He
lead a rebellion. They took steps to rapidly quell it. He lay
in a cornfield. They harvested it. He took up residence in a
monastery. They closed all religious orders down. He tarried
a while on a strange staircase. They outlawed first storey or
more, buildings. He lingered in a dream they shut down
sleep. He fell in with the Night Marauders. They introduced
sunlight 24 hours a day. He imbibed a thick liquid. They made
it boil quickly in his bladder. He thought he was the Pope
they dismantled the remnants of religion. He dwelt within
an asylum. They emptied it and all like it. He lived in the
community until he died. They found a way to revive the
dead. He would live forever, they were powerless to stop it.


Από το βιβλίο: The Haunted Head από Nick Blinko