10.27.2005
Brogg's And Mike's Prophecies
The Oracle scratches his chin at your reply. “Well, that’s a very… I guess a very progressive answer. But what about a mighty king and beautiful queen having a retarded baby? What about the last robot on earth? I think those are very sad things.” He nods thoughtfully considering these sad things.
“Anyway, here you go:
Half and half make more than whole
Two halves make two when you’re a troll
Two roads both lead to half’s demise
You cannot win in Grisbane’s eyes.
Wings do beat within a heart
Once dead now dead from end to start
To break the ice and shatter steel
Dead hands must learn a flower’s feel.”
The Oracle seems taken aback. He looks at you, confused, then says: “Well, uh… you know, maybe ‘not winning in Grisbane’s eyes’ is like a metaphor for something else? I don’t really… I mean, it’s not like, well… well just be careful out there son.”
“The Monks of Progress, huh? I ask you this… how can you destroy progress? If the saddest thing is lack of purpose, well, then aren’t the Monks accomplishing something not-so-sad, maybe, after all? I’ll tell you this much though. Some things are like fungus, other things like termites. Both undermine foundations and lead to rot. But you gotta take different approaches with both. So I’ll leave you with this, ahem, mystery. Are the MoP more like fungus or more like termites? Solve the mystery and you’ll be close to the answer.” The Oracle gives you a strange smile.
“A prophecy for your zombie pal who isn’t here, huh? Well, the thing is, without answering my question, I can’t really get a good feel for your zombie’s road through life. But just between you and me, as a favor, I’ll throw one in there for you. In return, you have to promise me- all of you, now- that you won’t reveal my location to the rest of the Grisbane church. Anyway, here’s a nice zombie-centric prophecy:
The Lady Zelba has her pick
Lord Orcus’s guy’s a real dick
But something else stirs within the deadlands new
Nemesis, vengeance, your enemy true.
What do you think about that? That’s a pretty good undead type of prophecy. Don’t really hear much about Orcus these days anymore.”
“Anyway, here you go:
Half and half make more than whole
Two halves make two when you’re a troll
Two roads both lead to half’s demise
You cannot win in Grisbane’s eyes.
Wings do beat within a heart
Once dead now dead from end to start
To break the ice and shatter steel
Dead hands must learn a flower’s feel.”
The Oracle seems taken aback. He looks at you, confused, then says: “Well, uh… you know, maybe ‘not winning in Grisbane’s eyes’ is like a metaphor for something else? I don’t really… I mean, it’s not like, well… well just be careful out there son.”
“The Monks of Progress, huh? I ask you this… how can you destroy progress? If the saddest thing is lack of purpose, well, then aren’t the Monks accomplishing something not-so-sad, maybe, after all? I’ll tell you this much though. Some things are like fungus, other things like termites. Both undermine foundations and lead to rot. But you gotta take different approaches with both. So I’ll leave you with this, ahem, mystery. Are the MoP more like fungus or more like termites? Solve the mystery and you’ll be close to the answer.” The Oracle gives you a strange smile.
“A prophecy for your zombie pal who isn’t here, huh? Well, the thing is, without answering my question, I can’t really get a good feel for your zombie’s road through life. But just between you and me, as a favor, I’ll throw one in there for you. In return, you have to promise me- all of you, now- that you won’t reveal my location to the rest of the Grisbane church. Anyway, here’s a nice zombie-centric prophecy:
The Lady Zelba has her pick
Lord Orcus’s guy’s a real dick
But something else stirs within the deadlands new
Nemesis, vengeance, your enemy true.
What do you think about that? That’s a pretty good undead type of prophecy. Don’t really hear much about Orcus these days anymore.”
