affame_le_geant_saumboo's_concern fyn gula puppertwinkle slept. he had to. he would be useless if he attempted to begin the next turbulent chapter of the tale of his convoluted life without some well-deserved shut-eye. his eyes closed themselves, he didn't have to do it. he dreamt about half men/ half-bear creatures, hundreds of them coming to him, some nice, others mean, calling his name, shaking his paw, pulling his tail. most of them scaring him with their long incisors and carrion breath. when he woke, the sun had long since risen. it hung in the morbid sky like a rusty medal on a rotting corpse. the colors dying. they shifted from bright orange to dried blood. from nacre to bister. from cool, dead greys to piegon shit. this was puppertwinkle's new day. his new mission. what he was greeted by. what he was up against. what his eyes saw. the vision scratched on his tired soul. motivation was a so called friend who was suppossed to be there when he woke, instead he never fucking showed. he dragged his sorry ass out of the old sheepskin that was his bed and limped into the makeshift kitchen. he ground up some beans from ethiopia and pressed them with his barista. he poured a little milk in that he had traded for from a goat down the road, a few turquoise beads and some hemp cord for a half-liter. after a few licks, he actually felt like doing something. he checked on frau werzenwozen. she was comatose and blissfully happy as usual but he noticed something about her he had never seen before. there was a slight swelling in her belly. was she pregnant? but how? by whom? when? saumboo was awake. and so puppertwinkle explained the proceedings of his long night with tripod and the speech from boffden's hologram image. how they were to pack up and go west in search of baeroun. saumboo said little. his depression had reached its summit. he knew what would happen once baeroun got a hold of him. he had seen his destiny in the ascance del mundo. he had only one question. "hay muchos que demanda a ser baeroun. como usted sabra quien es elverdadero?" (many try to be baeroun. how do you know you will find the true one?) 021112 what's it to you? who go blather from