The Page Master
The Storyteller
As The Page Master roamed the galaxy, he saw a multitude of hardened hearts, corruption, greed, and cold lives. Whatever happened to the time when everyone would dream freely no matter the situation? Now, it was "Invade this!", "Dominion that!", or even "Let's have a skirmish!". It was disgraceful. Even the people who wanted to find adventure or fulfill their dreams found themselves beset upon a newcomer who's only wish was to bullishly fight.
Well, now that he was here, NO MORE!...At least, not so much...Well, that's not entirely true either, but The Page Master was DEFINITELY going to try and do something about all of this. But first, he had to find men and women willing to shake off the ever present, crushing coils of life's troubles and help them to dream again.
When The Page Master found a suitable spot on a suitable planet in a suitable city with a suitable population and a suitable amount of tourism on a corner with a medium amount of foot traffic, he set up "shop" in a shop that was for sale and currently unused. He told the lock to unlock and by Jove, it did unlock! The show room was quite dusty, so he pulled out his favorite tool, a brown stick.
He tapped the stick twice on a nearby counter and said, "Hiccutus! Piccutus! Tickutus! Pumf!"
With that last word, he jumped into the air and swung his arm holding the stick down towards the ground. The room was filled with a large, breathy "POOF!" sound and pink gas enveloped the room for a short time before dispersing entirely and revealing an eccentric antique shop filled with oddities. Even the outside of the building had been changed while everyone was conveniently looking the other way. The store front would give off a magical aura that misdirected people's thoughts about the building being originally empty not too long ago...
The Page Master took one look at himself and said, "Why, I can't just trounce around in these old robes today! I must dress for the occassion!" So, with a couple of words rhyming with "utus", he stomped the ground once and changed his clothing into something MUCH more appropriate.
The Page Master knew the importance of keeping the fourth wall intact, so he quickly went behind the counter, snapped his finger (which caused the sign on the door to say Open), and waited for customers. There would certainly be plenty of Sheeple that come along, but he hoped beyond hope that special individuals would find that curtain and the wonderfully impossible which lay behind it.
Well, now that he was here, NO MORE!...At least, not so much...Well, that's not entirely true either, but The Page Master was DEFINITELY going to try and do something about all of this. But first, he had to find men and women willing to shake off the ever present, crushing coils of life's troubles and help them to dream again.
When The Page Master found a suitable spot on a suitable planet in a suitable city with a suitable population and a suitable amount of tourism on a corner with a medium amount of foot traffic, he set up "shop" in a shop that was for sale and currently unused. He told the lock to unlock and by Jove, it did unlock! The show room was quite dusty, so he pulled out his favorite tool, a brown stick.
He tapped the stick twice on a nearby counter and said, "Hiccutus! Piccutus! Tickutus! Pumf!"
With that last word, he jumped into the air and swung his arm holding the stick down towards the ground. The room was filled with a large, breathy "POOF!" sound and pink gas enveloped the room for a short time before dispersing entirely and revealing an eccentric antique shop filled with oddities. Even the outside of the building had been changed while everyone was conveniently looking the other way. The store front would give off a magical aura that misdirected people's thoughts about the building being originally empty not too long ago...
The Page Master took one look at himself and said, "Why, I can't just trounce around in these old robes today! I must dress for the occassion!" So, with a couple of words rhyming with "utus", he stomped the ground once and changed his clothing into something MUCH more appropriate.
He knew that he was now ready...except for the whole reason that he set all of this up. He went over to the far end of the store and grew a doorway. He then pulled a curtain out of his short sleeve and put it up over the doorway. He took out a pen and paper and hastily scribbled a few words that read "Do not go past curtain". This was a trick, of course. Reverse Psychology and the like. Plus, he wanted to draw in those who wished to think for themselves and set their own destiny, not shamble around like a bunch of Sheeple...Ha ha. That one was quite funny, actually. I'll have to remember that the next time that I...Oh, bother. I've broken the fourth wall.The Page Master knew the importance of keeping the fourth wall intact, so he quickly went behind the counter, snapped his finger (which caused the sign on the door to say Open), and waited for customers. There would certainly be plenty of Sheeple that come along, but he hoped beyond hope that special individuals would find that curtain and the wonderfully impossible which lay behind it.
Man’s heart away from nature becomes hard. ~Standing Bear
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