Stood on the westbound platform of Cruddersfield Railway Station today, I was reminded of childhood færy tales. Everywhere I looked were the most bizarre creatures imaginable. There were tall and thin elvish beings with the darkest blue skin, and squat orange gnomes with beards longer than their entire bodies. Amongst the most comical of the creatures was a bizarre coupling of a tiny emaciated 'grey' alien with a multi-ocular rat-dæmon, which slithered along the platform gracefully and effortlessly - in spite of its gravity defying mass.
I boarded my train and waited for it to depart for Pixiechester. Along came the ticket inspector - a bright crimson coloured entity who spoke in clicks and bleeps. It took all my efforts to work out what he was saying. I would have asked one of the other beings in the carriage to translate but alas, amongst the multitude of diverse beings from every imaginable dimension and space-time zone, not one shared the same tonal wavescale as the inspector, nor was a single human in sight aboard.
The train arrived at Pixadilly Station where I disembarked. Heading out towards the City Centre I passed rows of non-humans begging for cash to spend on poppy essence. This was much the same as back in Cruddersfield. The only difference was that the non-humans here were more persistent in their begging ways, and to my horror a good many humans were also lining the streets with their hands outstretched begging for poppy-buying cash.
I thought back to happier times before the Reptilian Shape-shifters had completely taken over the Government. In those days, the gateway to the other dimensions had remained closed, and the only people one would come across were actually humans who spoke with the same words and had the same cultures. Certainly there were differences from area to area, but at least we were all of a common source. As I pondered this, the grey from Cruddersfield emerged from the Station, having climbed aboard the same train as myself.
My plan had worked! Unbeknownst to the grey and the rat-dæmon, I knew that the area adjacent to Pixadilly was a portal to the hell realm, from whence the rat-dæmon had come. Carefully invoking Alocer, the Guardian of the Seventh Gate to open the portal, I side-stepped the grey and its companion who were sucked through the portal to a dimension from which not even their reptoid masters could retrieve them.
A job well done, I returned to Cruddersfield to see which other beings I could lure to the portal in Pixichester, the City of the Damned. But that, as they say, is another story...
