Try, try, try to understaaaand: He's a Magic Man!

If… if I don’t make it… tell Sven he’s… tell him he’s… he’s pretty fly for a white guy… uuuuughh…

02.03.2009
Current Location: 
Helligskogen, Norway.
An abandoned military base near the border of Finland and Sweden. Once the first line of defense against the oncoming Russian assault, now, a mere shadow of its former self, its walls standing only out of spite.


00.54 GMT+1
Moe was anxious. Long had he known this moment would come, and he did not much enjoy the fact it was approaching. In just about twenty minutes he would have to return to the dark realm that awaited him outside, return to that cursed labyrinth of the mind, and sacrifice more wooden souls to the dark gods that await in that fiery pit.

01.10
Who knew what horrors would assail him the moment he opened the door? Sounds had been heard throughout the house since he got there this past morning. He had gone through the motions. He’d told himself it was an old building, and that it had a lot of creaks and groans left in it. Besides, it was probably just the wind. Yeap, it was probably just in his head. In fact, he wasn’t even sure he really heard it anyway. 


Moe was found the next morning, in this near abandoned camp... muttering silently to himself. And it went a little something like this:

"She stepped down from her carriage at 10 Vermillon Street
I took off my roustabout and slung it to her feet
We went into her parlor and she cooled me with her fan
But said i'll go no further with a fantasy makin' man

I said i'd walk on Ponchatrain for what you have today
Just to drink from your deep well and i'll be on my way
She laughed and heaven filled the room said this i give to you
This body's wisdom is the flesh,but here's a thing or two

Death and hell are never full
And neither are the eyes of men
Cats can fly from nine stories high
And pigs can see the wind

She let me make my pallet in the moonlight on the floor
Just outside of paradise but right in hell's back door
The image of her nibbled at the eye of my soul
My dreams were a hurricane and quite out of control

Then her voice came through the storm it's more than flesh ideal
You will have to pay for any wisdom that you steal
I awoke to tinted windows and lavender and red
The first station of the cross is just above my head
I awoke to gargoyles and a hard bench for my bed
Jesus Christ and Pontias Pilate were just above my head

Death and hell are never full
And neither are the eyes of men
Cats can fly from nine stories high
And pigs can see the wind"

The three men who found him were so frightened they beat him to death. The end.

I was bored while I was guarding the fire, ok? Having to go outside every 30 minutes to do something that takes 5-10 minutes puts a limit on the things you can do. I did play some dwarf fortress. That was awesome. Made a labyrinthine tomb and errythang.

So yesterday, that would be the fifth of march, I was icebathing. That sure was a thing. A really fun thing. Don't know if I would like to do it again just yet, but hey. The adrenaline kick was incredible. I would definetly recommend it to everyone.

The rest of my service mainly consists of sitting in an office being bored. Oh welllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll...