#2 [Written]
Took me a while to get the hang of this, but there you go. Chrysalid's a weird crow.
...I'm writing on a crow.
Mary, mother of God. The world has truly gone doolally.
So, a few days on, here are the top ten things that are far out enough to fly out of the solar system:
1. I'm dead.
2. I'm dead and I missed the Zeppelin concert. Or forgot it. Or something. Either way, of all the days to forget...
3. This place is straight out of the sixteenth century. I'm not kidding - the buildings, and the layout, and I'm writing this on parchment...
4. ...And yet, there is a shower.
5. If you walk out one side, you walk back in the other. It's like some sort of sci-fi interdimensional rip or something.
6. Oh, yes, that reminds me. Logical thought doesn't apply here. Mostly.
7. There is no way that everybody here is from my world. That is beyond wicked.
8. Chrysalid.
9. The skinhead.
10. The medieval kid who apparently lives here. I mean, I haven't met him yet, but come on! That is simultaneously unbelievably wicked and unbelievably freaky. Either way, it is, as I said, far out.
On the other hand, at least I didn't arrive in bits. Hey, maybe I was only slightly damaged. With any luck, they didn't get the house.
Peace out,
Pat.
...I'm writing on a crow.
Mary, mother of God. The world has truly gone doolally.
So, a few days on, here are the top ten things that are far out enough to fly out of the solar system:
1. I'm dead.
2. I'm dead and I missed the Zeppelin concert. Or forgot it. Or something. Either way, of all the days to forget...
3. This place is straight out of the sixteenth century. I'm not kidding - the buildings, and the layout, and I'm writing this on parchment...
4. ...And yet, there is a shower.
5. If you walk out one side, you walk back in the other. It's like some sort of sci-fi interdimensional rip or something.
6. Oh, yes, that reminds me. Logical thought doesn't apply here. Mostly.
7. There is no way that everybody here is from my world. That is beyond wicked.
8. Chrysalid.
9. The skinhead.
10. The medieval kid who apparently lives here. I mean, I haven't met him yet, but come on! That is simultaneously unbelievably wicked and unbelievably freaky. Either way, it is, as I said, far out.
On the other hand, at least I didn't arrive in bits. Hey, maybe I was only slightly damaged. With any luck, they didn't get the house.
Peace out,
Pat.