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Entry no. 1
Morgan Hamilton was typing unsuspectingly in his Live Journal after becoming a born-again journalist when suddenly from behind him a racket sounded.
Curious, as any good born-again journalist is, he went to investigate the incident. Unbeknownst to our soon-to-be-deceiced born-again journalist, an extra terrestrial had landed his ship under the cloak of nightfall in his front yard. When our tragic hero opened the door to help his inspection, a loud blare came from a vast room of white.
As all extra terestrials are, this was a thin, tall male with large eyes spanning the crest of his forehead, which was a pasely green on the blank white intereior of what used to be his front yard.
"Come unto this earth to spread word of mine gosipal, spread my word and thou shalt become of higher being than most." cried the three-toed creature poised in front of him.
"So, you're like.. the second coming?" Said Morgan.
"The first, my child, as i have never ventured as far out as the rim of the holy rhealm of the Milky Whey." gloated the grey-green ceature.
"Milky WAY... not WHEY". Said he.
"My child, I spoke the word, I gave no indication of the spelling, how did you know I said "Whey"? Said the glistening alien.
"Well... I dont know." said he.
"Then dont you think by some devine providence you have this knowledge?" spoke the wise creature.
"You say that... but you're an alien, arent you supposed to contradict the existance of devine providence?" said he.
"To each his own, my son. To each man is his own manifestation of devinity" the somewhat bloated Xynthyphore said.
"So you're saying you're my god?" asked he.
"Son, I am the god of whom so ever belives. Whether it be you, whether it be your kitten."
"So then I believe in you?" questioned he.
"On your next quest, you shall decide that, my child."
"I'm not going any where" said he.
"So you think..." muttered the gangly bi-ped curiously.
And in an instant the born-again journalist was back in his desk in the dimly lit computer room tacking away at his keyboard. And he remembered slightly a moment of unclarity- shuffled it off, and continued his quest.
Morgan Hamilton was typing unsuspectingly in his Live Journal after becoming a born-again journalist when suddenly from behind him a racket sounded.
Curious, as any good born-again journalist is, he went to investigate the incident. Unbeknownst to our soon-to-be-deceiced born-again journalist, an extra terrestrial had landed his ship under the cloak of nightfall in his front yard. When our tragic hero opened the door to help his inspection, a loud blare came from a vast room of white.
As all extra terestrials are, this was a thin, tall male with large eyes spanning the crest of his forehead, which was a pasely green on the blank white intereior of what used to be his front yard.
"Come unto this earth to spread word of mine gosipal, spread my word and thou shalt become of higher being than most." cried the three-toed creature poised in front of him.
"So, you're like.. the second coming?" Said Morgan.
"The first, my child, as i have never ventured as far out as the rim of the holy rhealm of the Milky Whey." gloated the grey-green ceature.
"Milky WAY... not WHEY". Said he.
"My child, I spoke the word, I gave no indication of the spelling, how did you know I said "Whey"? Said the glistening alien.
"Well... I dont know." said he.
"Then dont you think by some devine providence you have this knowledge?" spoke the wise creature.
"You say that... but you're an alien, arent you supposed to contradict the existance of devine providence?" said he.
"To each his own, my son. To each man is his own manifestation of devinity" the somewhat bloated Xynthyphore said.
"So you're saying you're my god?" asked he.
"Son, I am the god of whom so ever belives. Whether it be you, whether it be your kitten."
"So then I believe in you?" questioned he.
"On your next quest, you shall decide that, my child."
"I'm not going any where" said he.
"So you think..." muttered the gangly bi-ped curiously.
And in an instant the born-again journalist was back in his desk in the dimly lit computer room tacking away at his keyboard. And he remembered slightly a moment of unclarity- shuffled it off, and continued his quest.