The Gosple of Jack the Disciple

And lo, when Luggidge the Redeemer spat the travelers out, they found themselves in a jailbox. With ease guards were dispatched and the music did sing. But notforr all, all can not be called. For Luggidge, though he be generous and benevolent, he is but revealed to be merely box immortal and so his delivery made, he spat us upon the ruins of a plane made of letters and numbers streaming like rain falling in all directions which when viewed, might have lloked like a ruined fortress.

Anyway, the music of instruments play and the crystalheadedd denizens of this plane died upon my arrow late and spurt their blood and spurt their lives until all was reddened like death. But lo, denizens made more like brethren of roaches rather than men or goblins or dwarveses. And soon we were hurled and Luggidge was prayed to for boo age but he was empty of boon.

This place is in the middle of a flarglemagger, a word of my creation, meaning "planes out of balance colliding into one another as if jousting for dominance but no one can really control it" and the great voice, the singing howling, grumbling of Armok revealed itself to me. And revealed itself with enemies and glass to look upon the makings of things. And then there was the butcher troll.

The troll was a pigfucker.

With each mortal shot at this beast, the music grows and then a boom, blasted traps, amongst the meats and all is music for now and now and ever but none is sounded forever and ever and now.

And I have learned magic, a magic of divine divinity and have been booned by the great Armok. I have discovered the art of bleeding my enemies, the wars of apocalypese is apocalypson us. And the endings provide the beginnings, he spakethhe, but the endings are not coming as they are wanted.

i shall pray on this more and asks guidance from the Cackling one, and the land sprawls out like a balancebook, as if numbers spread out in a sheet. They are the hills, the burrows, the housesteads and the mountains in black and red. The skies In black and red. The Accountant is balancing the books.