Hercules at the Crossroads

<span id="spanresetstart"><<link "Save Game">> <<script>>UI.saves()<</script>> <</link>></span> <<nobr>> <<if hasVisited("Allright I shall")>> <table> <thead> <tr> A </tr> </thead> <tfoot> <tr><td><span id="spanresetstart">[[The Hero's Journey?->Allright I shall]]</span></td></tr> </tfoot> </table><</if>> <<if hasVisited("Post")>> <table> <thead> <tr> B </tr> </thead> <tfoot> <tr><td><span id="spanresetstart">[[An Everyman's Effort->Post]]</span></td></tr> </tfoot> </table><</if>> <<if hasVisited("I cannot in good conscience")>> <table> <thead> <tr> C </tr> </thead> <tfoot> <tr><td><span id="spanresetstart">[[A Broken Cycle->I cannot in good conscience]]</span></td></tr> </tfoot> </table><</if>> <<if hasVisited("Share et allonsy!")>> <table> <thead> <tr> W </tr> </thead> <tfoot> <tr><td><span id="spanresetstart">[[Wanton Winner->Share et allonsy!]]</span></td></tr> </tfoot> </table><</if>> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>> <table> <thead> <tr> Z </tr> </thead> <tfoot> <tr><td><span id="spanresetstart">[[Dare and Caring->I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife]]</span></td></tr> </tfoot> </table><</if>> <<if hasVisited("fain again")>> <table> <thead> <tr> V </tr> </thead> <tfoot> <tr><td><span id="spanresetstart">[[The Pilgrim's Progress?->fain again]]</span></td></tr> </tfoot> </table><</if>> <<if hasVisited("Breathe in ands out.")>> <table> <thead> <tr> • </tr> </thead> <tfoot> <tr><td><span id="spanresetstart">[[Bout of Sighs, Out of Mound->Breathe in ands out.]]</span></td></tr> </tfoot> </table><</if>> <<if hasVisited("Strike the mid-mum hard end fist")>> <table> <thead> <tr> O </tr> </thead> <tfoot> <tr><td><span id="spanresetstart">[[Sacrilege and Penance->Strike the mid-mum hard end fist]]</span></td></tr> </tfoot> </table><</if>> <<if hasVisited("Hm. Added location. Mount Alimpulse")>> <table> <thead> <tr> M </tr> </thead> <tfoot> <tr><td><span id="spanresetstart">[[Mannens Manton->Hm. Added location. Mount Alimpulse]]</span></td></tr> </tfoot> </table><</if>> <<if hasVisited("And down he went.")>> <table> <thead> <tr> \ </tr> </thead> <tfoot> <tr><td><span id="spanresetstart">[[Dire Undaring->And down he went.]]</span></td></tr> </tfoot> </table><</if>> <<endnobr>> <div class="container"> <p><div class="1"><span class="first-letter">Y</span>o gents! hear the herable on Hercules, mon man, my labourite lad, the beast to ever bear this land. His is a parable past all compare, as allcides will agree, empowered as he was by ju no who would wish him babe stone bed, set him on his ilky way, put him threw all she could at him, until through gifted cloak (the messuse held to blame) was thusmantled madde undone: bared and bloody he was bade (in pity, pulped to veins and bones, boiling, wailing, an aigunoising acrid craything) to put an end to torments, and perished uponpyre.</div></p><p>Well that’s another gory (the state of myth allows discordance, the variables including who you ask, who does the walking, and what route one takes that run), cuz, well before that if and then he was foremost: man, not yet to be, stuck between states twine, of infancy and experience, bashelore unwritten, a greene knaught, unproven past his babbo's name.</p><p>And so, queted by his cloud-father, tasked to go wayinto world, he’d gone awalking once, to surpass all pos perils, and earn his rightstool place beside him (if that be his wish at all, pikkie-take as proof).</p><p>And so Herc went off into the wide, and consulted compass, covered campi bells, keen was he to climb a colle up. And it was climbing he came across a crossroad split in twoose, as all ways are bound to part in our everyboding’s fare.</p><p>Well yessee the fact is that the left broad was all pathed and sorts and down the hill it went all chill no prob a walk in august brease: blooms ambroidered every step, ze fairwest sighs did rustle leaves, and birdsong fogelled, as one fiddled-dee-down that way, safe in the know that one could stap wheneves, and be unparched by fountains, and in shady groves be percht.</p><p>But the one right road, yikey mikey, fuck! Down and up it wound uneven, unwellchemin’, paved with pins and spikes and petrous poking, and nipped with stinging nettles and many nests of nasties; hidden were the highwaymean, and affroze feral fiends had their fangs well fastend, piercing passing preys.</p><p>Gosh! Drat! cried the club-clutcher, and, kakkio cursing hjalte-arreted, and collected all his cells, to call them solve this teaser, this tickler, this pickle he’d been stricken by.</p> <p>Now you may say antit obvies: bro, no, for it’s a meter of perspectives. People may prefer and pick a foremost simple pleasure, leaving all the labour to the saintly yearround lents. Some roll up their Sunday sleeves and stick it out, sweat or sunshine, not a toss, for the swagger of displaying shirts saing I’ve accomplished this and this and got this cloth to show it.</p><p>Nowhat will it be? One bad path, ill news ruins fast, and if people knew, oh it simply would knock doom (God Gesù Ghost, I’d be so fucking EFFFD).</p> <p>Famous warrior, be not afreid. All roads lead to Roam, but know we can be more and err, walk past the great peternal sighety, and live, carry on in wonder, unfettered, as one pathes their way to yonder.</p></div> <div class="link1">[[And so Hercules went right and chose the toughest road ahead]]</div> <div class="link2">[[And so Hercule went left and chose the easy road ahead]]</div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <<set $sleeparound to 0>> <<set $senexmeeting to 0>> <<set $prodigal to 0>> <<set $horses to 0>> <<set $firstdeny to 0>> <<set $siura to 0>>

<div class="container"> <p>And so Hercules went right and chose the toughest road ahead. And up and up he climbed in montage, limb inspalla on, and hiked himself onhigh. And was thrashed with ficking thorns, and was stung and bit by insucts, every inch aitching, and nettled, harti pinched and reddened.</p><p>And creeps in cloaks come out of corners clutching cutters in their claws, and called out cazzo when Sercooles, having panicked at the peril, put his sores to the side and picking oak-trunk up, yup, hup, and lo scarevintò at them, as they tailstuckedfright away.</p> <p>Heart pounding, putain, strained, he was glad the quest did quiet for a while, quite a bit in fact, after quitting that first-quarter. He passed his peers, the fellow booted-feet ('morning!) and exchanged few words and pleasantires. But yikes, this was no joke! His yoke was far from easy. And as he munched on trialmix a thought did raisin from the hazeyl: woal he nut be better off crunching miles upon the easy road, where fruit was far from dry, and meaty protes aplentied?</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[But no! Think of the view (pente)->But the view, think of the view!]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[Munch better! And so he did, for this was no morning jig->And so Hercule went left and chose the easy road ahead]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <p>And Hercule went left and chose the easy road ahead. And down and down he went, all the way, yell yippie-yay! And he stopped for berries and bars and brunettes and blonds and had the joytid ef his life. And armwrestled and amour-tousled, his name pubcrawled to fame. Drinks were offered to his honour, craters gonna sate, though the barthem knew his limits, and did keep his chug in check. Knocking back.</p> <p>Thinking back! What a night! Nudging the one he was embedded with, 'xcuse us Charlie, got the time? Hm. Wait. (wake) The sun's a quarter in its daily run. Are you staying 'round at all? Bhonon sol.</p> <p>Thought: may be best to say our byes and leave on budding terms, nobody's fault, for I don't know how I feel about this boy bedsides his body and his buddytalk. The bloody gamble, to be vulnerable or inviolable. Want I more? And what does he? Verily, the eve was fleeting, yet its sweetness still touches, irradiates warm mine lips and skin. On the other, duty, to myself and other, beckoneth and pulleth, twards the path that I had promised.</p><p>Come, decide. Rested, is it time to test my teeth upon the tricky tread ahead?</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[Ja, tis time I took off->But the view, think of the view!]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[Nah, for these kisses can't be missed]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span> <<set $firstdeny to 1>>

<div class="container"> <p>And said Nonn te prehiccuper papas, I’ll rattle them, I’ll storkle them, shoot them brazen birds. Mama hens, get your weep on. My man Hercs, choose your weapon.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[Gun]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[Bow and arrow]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <<if $firstdeny is 1>><p>Ja, tis time I took off. What's more to take haha. You know what I mean! But first some coffee. And the two went round the corner and replenished famished flesh. And Charlie walked Herc to the trial-start. It was great meating you (mwah ossì concordo). Take a shortcut, dive through bushes on the left past bridge, and you'll be spared a tremendous lot of treble-makers, toil, and mortacci tua profanities. 'Ta. And was waved off. And bipassed all them bothers.</p> <p>And was off. And had a sure fresh step about him, and hummed the song they'd bopped to. If I could whistle. How do you. Pff. Tongue how? Pflll. That's not it. Doesn't help I'm tone deaf, ton death teach me music.</p><<else>><p>But no! Think of the view (pente)! And so best boot forward he kept on marching yon.</p><</if>><p>And went round the bender and found himself acing a youngish shepard them, wittling twigs and whistling.</p><<if hasVisited("And so Hercule went left and chose the easy road ahead")>><p>(Woah listen to them whistlem fine, like a fogel this one, feck.)</p><</if>></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[And he said frond or fie?->Talk to them]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[But not granding them a glance he walked panting on to summit->No talk to them]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <p>And he said hello pollite. And he talked up to the woman godsavethee mum and she said idemi, godseivous my bonnie yun man, strong as might yer mammies but my my that's many mares you have en main!</p><p>Yea I know don't know what to do with em, malicious if unfed. Aint we all hehe! But you say you do not care for them? I must, make not mistake, unless someone takes them off my hands. Could help with that if may. For real? For sure! But let me 'pose my plight make plain.</p><p>I have a farm not far with stables pens aplenty. I was once untousled, hustlebound and nestless, could carry weights and wrestle cows and stay on top of chores. Though I never cared for some, childlessness now I curse, for rightly so the hands you pay are often open-palmed, and when they blunder you'd slap them harder if the reddend flesh was yours.</p><p>My stables are shit-poopered and must be scraped and scrubbed to standard. I’ll pay ye for your trouble and it’s food and lodging for ya. Oh and I'll take the horses off ye, 'course.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[And he said siurawill let'a'me help->Help Siura and meet senex]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[But he refused got be plaeses soz->No talk to Siura]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <p>And down he went. And got a ripudiation for being easy, and ruined all thimmes he met, and forgot how to regret, breaking up and tearing egos and leaving scars for seamingly no reason. And expected favours flow to him, and didn't lift a finger, for he was fair and full-potentialled, and it was the feeble minded fools' fault, for only finding flaws, and not figure that he'd been fathomed and unfairly deemed unfavoured. Again and nogain he did choose the nopain way. And he was left in stasis and no choice and chance did come his way agin, and never daring, he never douted, and unmerried (the upposide?) never wore a poisoned cloak.</p><p>Among the lotus eaters he did dwell, inpesting his fatherr’s ghastroom, and rotted away and moulded, the blandest blend of blunt. Not a tightle yunder his belt, he waste pointless to the most. And thus he was enlisted in another tyrant's baseness, running yearrands as a lackey, exiled to assisting, the court crew’s crafting stock, filing reifles for the better shots. He went sour and dire, loathing to serve, bewailing never really leaving.</p> <p>In that mire let's leave him ire (donte look, fade faint away; descend to see them skyword stairs again). Grunt him rust. And for the rakes in the back, lessen close and murk my warns: better a cowherd prone to rising than a coward alldespising.</p></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset">[[C'ho repentsato: da principio plz->Start]]</span>

<div class="container"> <p>Fuck yeah, take a selfie. Lets not waste this showeffing instantworthy site! Top! So he took off his and took a selfie. And he shared it up online.</p></div> <<if hasVisited("But the view, think of the view!") and $firstdeny is 1>><div class="link1"><span>[[Hm. Added location. Mount Alimpulse]]</span></div<</if>> <div class="link2"><span>[[Share et allonsy!]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <p>Breathe in and's out, ispire, espire. Let's love the mement. And he felt fataigue. And it was good. And was brushed by breeze. And it was bliss. And thought of all the summers that had yet to shine. And melancholy set (a dull chill in his head). Can I endure encore en an? Fight or flight, I must scape. You may keep your so-cold kingdom, but I will not partake. And point blank he backed his bags, checked his bike, and buggered out of site.</p> <p>And what then? Helas, don’t ask me, for in the brink of an eye-blick he was gone, right off all reedars, and not one soul can sing of whence he went, and what he’s done, and if he’s spent. And in his absence some think fondly; some don’t forgo a feck; some dimly knew him as the dude who sudden did drop out. But all will tell that somewhit to the side, unmarked, there was a current ‘neath that sureface. Those who really knew him loved him, and sometimes think back too. That lad, that lad who alas had a lass, and a lad, and a list of later luvlilies. In Compteburied.</p> <p>Me, the narrating voici, I shun these breaktime whispers, issuing, suffleing cross the courtyard. I merely stick to what I know: he was once mine own, yet not my own alone. I am grateful for the times, the temps we two had had.</p> <p>Talked about? The more I recall, the less there is to tell. Yet his face is forever jaune, acne-foxed, impressed in mind but slowly fading, wearing off-brand jeans, dress shoes and a bandshirt for the Crushing Crabs. Disarmingly devilish, but dowdy in his dress, a distant dream dawn-dimming, dissipating as I drowse awake in daylight (as if not made with mortal hand). After all this yars, as if only ours had really passed, a reveill has come between. Courtains 'clipse uncertain hearts. He's gone aloft, no need to lift that sweetcloth, and unsweep those days from yunger. If only I. No, tis best. Oh wall, his will, tis well. Farewell forever, faravey Herc. Despite the hurt, the one I held close then.</p></div> <span id="spanreset">[[C'ho repentsato: da principio plz->Start]]</span>

<div class="container"> <p>Nah, for these kisses can't be missed, not to mention cuisses amid creases. And he went right back for more, and they spent the day in bed, though he and Charlie were quite chuffed, enough cuddles last a century.</p><p>But he found he was stall hungry, for that feeling of surprise. And consumed by urgency, not wanting ties to tend to, he turned up a fine thin tell-tale (tool). Charlie tutted tsk. Twas not as I trord, but tis as I've been used. Todolow. And Herc was troubled, and tried to tear through contrite thoughts by tender-texting dates. And he marshed, tarrying on, slowly stooping down, for sake of, to tasting low-tier fruits and quickwick souce'o pleasures.</p><p>Soon he found the flavour dulled, mouthfel finding little fun in what had been sweet fleet-meats. And greytones took their toll. His legs then did lag behind, sluggish as if slush-locked, and haggard was his mind.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[He chose. Slowly left that lethargy, and gingerly cleansed his pallette]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[Uncaring he let boredom have the best of him entire->And down he went.]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span> <<set $sleeparound to 1>>

<div class="container"> <p>And not granting her a glance he walked on to summit (yeucks on the tracks). And met a farther junction he saw an old one farsighting by the sid.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[And he said hello senex whatsup->Talk to Senex2]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[But regardless spid on forward->And so passing all encounters unencumbered he wound on]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <p>And he said hello senex whatsup. And the man help me sic scare them crows away, hic, car boy them ravaning my crops and ravaging vines like heil, not leaving a singult greip for ment. There’s money in it, mec, and, juist for youst, in tanks, my best red wine and cidr.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[And said Nonn te prehiccuper papas->Help Senex]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[But he refused saying perehopes another time->Post]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span> <<set $senexmeeting to 1>>

<div class="container"> <p>And he said siurawill let'a'me help, and he worked there for a phew! Reeks in here.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[Laughing, what do you feed these belles?]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[Mindful, eye what you're doing, shushed]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <p>He chose. Slowly left that lethargy, and gingerly cleansed his pallette. And monochrome changed to ochra and to a brighter shade of orange. And so charged he was restored, fuel them vitamin "Ay" and "Sì" doing their chemmincools. Storming through shelfhelp books, switched his mindset back from shambleshit to social. Yes, bien, well rested he thought it best to bend his bens, stretch his jambes upon the vie. Uff we go. Left. Right. Son estro. Desto. Bit by bit, step by steep, he walked on, and round a bender found himself facing a youngish shepard them, wittling twigs and whistling.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[And he said frond or fie?->Talk to them]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[And not granting them a glance he walked panting on to summit->No talk to them]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span> <<set $prodigal to 1>>

<div class="container"> <p><<if $senex is 1>>And he refused saying perehopes another time. <</if>>And so passing all encounters unencumbered he wound on. And before he knew he was. Oh. Is there more? No. He'd gone aleft. The mountain top was there, and there he was still standing. And there he saw.</p><p>A little pile of stones, and a medium-bell to toll.</p> <div class="link1"><span>[[Moundless tear up bell and throw to valley down]]</span></div><div class="link2"><span>[[Write your name in post]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <p>And he said hello senex whatsup. And the man help me sic scare them crows away, hic, car boy them ravaning my crops and ravaging vines like heil, not leaving a singult greip for ment. There’s money in it, mec, and, juist for youst, in tanks, my best red wine and cidr.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[And said Nonn te prehiccuper papas->Help Senex2]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[But he refused saying perehopes another time->And so passing all encounters unencumbered he wound on]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span> <<set $senex2 to 1>>

<div class="container"> <p>Protest, who are you to say? No mum o' mine, keep thy tongue tucked shush! And you're a bladdy basturd, a blotch on blouse and bearing. Fit to feed and feel with fiends, lafteen frolicking with fairies, halfafooling with fall-females, a fecking fail for all to fee, fra il fretcho e lo sfregio, fchute (in fullface she thickly flegmed).</p></div> <<if $forgiven is not 1>><div class="link1"><span>[[Strike the mid-mum hard end fist]]</span></div><</if>> <<if $forgiven is 1>><div class="link2"><span>[[Storm off and estrange]]</span></div><</if>> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <p>I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife, and do not need past a break-in borrow for me to pay back one tomorrow. Does weleath lie in the face of richness or in familyfound feelings, far? And a cloud passed o'er the face of Jove. I will grant this. And Hera you will see to it. And Huhra was rather lost for words hearing ol' Jove's sentence.</p> <p>And so Herc packed his bags, and knock at the door stepmom procured him blankets and spare clothes, winterwear for Meg and him if felt they needed, no? Many thanks. And off they went, and rented out a humble bode, at the hermitedge of town, past the traintracks, in nature's sweed umbrace, surrounded by rolling hills and a bubbling brook of sewa'r. Tirelessly Hercules took to tinkering in town and became trusty factotum, toiling with his hands. Aid to all, friends were few, but his face lit every household thresh, elekking pipes and oddjobs the haughty settled heads had not a how to handle.</p> <p>And passing by his pater's punny jar, repaid the dept he'd puted, and past a palmsworth of planet's pirhouettes did pass it on as promised. And that was that the end and start that came with light. Of morning, the dawning eyesight clearing. Lì nel chiaroscuro. Linen. Turn to see. A rising in her counderlight. Weight, his thoughts were gathering. Lift his eyes. Pearl grey is the ceiling. Breathe a full-lung breath. A sight and groan. Wife's waking, smile. His hand caressing her. Turn, mmm hola hombre. Halo. A new day. Tis today. She then knew, and laughed, and cried. Dry one drop with digit. Hush. A moment's quiet of their own.</p> <p>Call the kids? Nod. They got up and stretched (can't you touch your toes? My tum's in the way, pleaso, tease not, son teso to the max) and nimbly up (touch the sky) he halfran to wake the bimbi with bellowing of Buckos, buondì! Hold a hand, bugle acalling camp, petering the petit Peters to their pancake-dejouner. Tickles and cushions thrown and bounce upandown and then they all stormed down to breakfast. Get dressed quick we raff we laugh we're off in a motor car! And took them drive in country (I spy!) and ran his fingers in their hair (med mine litter ey!) recognising his own aging, his father's too, last time he'd been, an old man all of shudden, a weak smile, won't be long now (something starting with) wicked thoughts, begone, enjoy your time with chers (Zee).</p> <p>With zed huh? Hmmm zucca!<<if $firstdeny is 1>> Charlie now that's a thought past longsince thought.<</if>> Smaller voice Zebbruh! Bit longer, though a double sound is reckoned! Zafferano? Think shorter! Ooook, perhence zucchini? No no think shorter! Zebbrah? Not zebra brother mine but same continent in a way. Try and think, tresor, where do zebras live?</p> <p>They were making home, the flame chariot falling behind the now faint distant hills, circle lowering on triangle, and streaked sky slowly watercoloured from warm tones to the cold. Zinc? Not earthbound, no, at all! Zodiac! No you're way out. Zufolo? What a lovely world this is, can't belive it's for the takking, to uproot like a tuber and roast in the champhire to smear with herbs and salt and better. Zingibeer? Like a short weekend, every act a gift, let me take these three to see it all, and let them lack for nothing. Zeal? And when my time comes I'll wrap it up and see there are no loose ends, in this jaurnay, this walk I've walked, to map it out for them, and help them if I can avoid the turns unbuilding, though, darn, it's hard to see these things if not in highsight. Zoning? Beholding all from top the mountain, the hazerdouse hardtuous matain, and see the path below laid out in the shope of.</p><p>Zigzag! 'mazing, took you long enough!</p></div> <span id="spanreset">[[C'ho repentsato: da principio plz->Start]]</span>

<div class="container"> <p>Strike the mid-mum hard end fist. And she fell, wind and mind flung out of her, and broken lay a floowred. And jiuperterre tonnerre did rose and repercurses roared around.</p> <p>Flesh! Thunderbelts did lash. Babbobadad! His skin ripped, his back bent, blood and bile gushed forth from lips, his teeth slammed near to breaking. How dare you! I'll have you phunished. Go before I. Slam. For lass of oden, kicked and cast down peak, cut off clouded-court, incriminated crying he left and crawled to crib and consort.</p> <p>And he sold all his shares, pawned all sousold spares, and took up spear in warfare, striving to support them, but try as could could not supply their shelter shirts and supper. And shunned no one would lodge them. And friends did turn them frown. For shame. And fists did shake, and shops were scipped, and caught on tape was shackled. And freed he found no footing, faces doured and harded, 'fraid we are not hiring.</p> <p>And Herc was made amraged, and mazed in madness murdered mate, mother of his matter-made. Reason had been born away on peacock's short-wiled wings, translated, transcended to the lune-lands, where all losses ey-lie, to be stored among the stars. Tellater found it wet his lips, and it slapped him to his senses, relieved the mists of illness, but hell, all too late to mend. A shriek, life forgo me! shame and claw his cheeks in streaks of strife. Oh how horrid, ho, ho, home ho potudo, le cari carni, churning cries across the skies and crests, clawing clamour, casting curses at his cor.</p> <p>Justice rightly swept him soon, urged by ghosts and furies, exholed in Herghastolaneum, ou blì lette him rot, and nourish rats, in sickula saeculorum. A man no more, he fell, knell, in the hell-thrall of Thinitus. His mind meandered in that sleep, in mist, shapes moving past closed eyelids, recalling lost, forgetting finds, when without warning he was worded back to wake, thrown to thaw and feel, his faults through lives atone. Reborn, awake, he rose and slowly wormed his way back whole. Won a human semblance, he undertook the path to penance, to be put to penal pains, and strive to be sinblanched. Beyond the heights of Mount All-Impasse, throught city paves to uptown, he walked to the back, creptinhome, walked the perishstasis, turned the corner (right), antis dad stood there darkly, dimly lit foreboding.</p> <p>Crysos eleiphont. Naos the time for deeds.</p></div> <span id="spanreset">[[C'ho repentsato: da principio plz->Start]]</span>

<div class="container"> <p>Storm off and estrange, he sternfaced walked away, and closed his bedroom bound (so cold aseptic here) he crumbled to the floor, and let fall silent tears.</p> <p>Herc did bid farewell, to the fatherland and wealth, and gave Megara all he had, and off set forth, set far, descending midst the mortals. A nomadic life beran, roughing it most nights, hiver on the neve, embracing all that's transitive, a beaulemienne, couchturfing and housesicking. And in period of moon-phase he went to post every penny he'd pinched or gathered back to fam, a pity's pension but providing, as the years passed, and the young pargoli grew, story hearing and pikkie peering and picturing the kind of person papa was, through sporadic parcel-updates. Then he was lost to silence.</p> <p>The ravens remained, residue on the rami, bare. The sound of winter that lingered after that. Megare would stare out, and name them, and conversed with them for lack of ecrimain. Secrets they outsqualled. All things, all things, now all things do I know. All to me's revealed.</p> <p>By bedlight. Who was he, mam? A great man, a kind man. Meagara reassured, explaining all she could, sometimes filling gaps in that taut narrative they'd woven. He's driving trucks now, big loud trucks with christmas lights aloaded, carrying all sorts of wonder useful things. I thought he was an inventor? An in? Oh my, no, you mean the. No the factory work, well you see he was standing up all day, and. And his back is bad now. Are there no chairs in facotirees mum? Only one seat there my love. But plenty chair for slaughter.</p> <p>What of his hand? Hand? Has he hurt his hand? Why ask me? He writes differently methinks. No he does not. But I. He's just tired when he has time to write that's all. His rs are. Kev that will be all. Then softened at him flinching looking down, confazed. Eyes moist, the rhine ready burst its banks.</p> <p>Sigh and rub his back. Nevermind now nevermind. Now (looking on) think how blessed, how happy, we are to be loved by him. Hey? Our guardian agel, eagle overlucking, gliding away from the far off far, to sunlight, below clouds of pearl and gold. Think a thought for him, the night is nipping cold. He'll be sleeping in his bunk, and needs our love to rock him. I will and write a note, leave it on my window sill for him to come and bear up high, somnetime in the bed times. And I will blink hard thinking all the nice things of my day. Wonederfell, write that note togeve, he'll feel you closer then, and cope your love at hand. And then another story? Well now, will sì.</p> <p> LETTER Dearo papa How are? I am thain thinks. Mamam us told dat becas yur latteres mak us hopei we sciud rite one us too. Ui moss iu end ar sori yu uork far lontownos. Mammi hes telled os naisce storys. We dream the stor ees like you maklang swords and colling monstars and thumbing goldin rings and coressing fires and wakeing mum wil de kiss and tallking to fish fings fiutore. Mum waill nacht tell. Wots timorrew? I don nowe. Andsor we writhe vis lettre to mak it com fast shoon. Kiss miss komm home soon. Se u in va drumland. Find. Fram Jurmy and Kemin hu love yu too heavin. </p> <p>And Meg took letter from their hands and halted. And looking up, locking gaze, vacant eyes read doom. Here it. Oh dire it ends the herablend of Heracles, that would have drawn one still, had we heard from him a note, just one line of blyths again, his voice to tell us true, confirm the variable that will now foraver pend. But no, soft norn, no wind no word, only a leaf left, before I leave, befair I love you to it, to forsoke, to try onskagain, if wish, or read on, reed one her. Oh be appeased with this, ear through widow's view, and see fru her own triangle of vision. For she who remains is stitched with the shadore of his person, in absence, Megara no more to most, but his femme, par thing, the grieving gerda, ariadne adewing past-adored she'd aided, no answer from ton amour. Though I knew. The birds had told. The coucou had chanted out, in his discending third interwail, as went to fetch my mourning gloss of water. I could not believe his lips would so betray, kissing the earth, and not mine. I have yet some love to give, thoughts to think of matters mortal, my duties to them, treasured twins, whom I love, a love that kills, a love defining and confining me to his side. A love now expressing through a life after his death, and is made painful through endurance. And still wake up each morning. And tend to daily duties. And still be named Megara. Megara I say, Megara of Thebes, my father being Creon, his father being Menoeceus, of Pentheus, of Echion, scattered fang by Cadmus sown, of Agenor, of Lybia, Poseidon's mate, of Epaphus, of Zeus your own, so that, for soul that's God, I am no stranger nor a lesser, but self standing in my own right, and must go on, and earn my way and keep.</p> <p>Here twist. Ye heavens, I'd fail, regardlessly fail, for while surviving working till I bleed or selling all that makes me, they'd still be too exposed. No, never call him, never plead protection, but this, be smart, girl, recall the lessons life gives women. Make a bargain with him, keep us safe and warm, clothed, bathed, in a humble comfort, the common life one longs for, in change of the widow witch's wounds appearing and full shielding him from blame. Magara will scatter atonening tears. His house will reek of them, and the stench will follow he who's held in blame for unleashing truant son. I'll bless him so, amullet him off the hook, for letting go so easy. But I. Yes. Let us use this weight. Put on a show, and invoke wind to our sail, wind that upend direction can lead us to our, me, twins, and his future days. The children in ten years. They'll be ready to be shaped to unclench remove his already weakened grip. But ensure a lasting legacy. Forse, for sake of it, improve it. Perhaps me too, with what wisdom I can give. Or will I blow and redden all that lies beneath the ashes, setting alight all that's done, in beautiful ending, sparks and flames of brilliant hues. Worth my selfdestruction? For spite? But no. To satisfire what urge? No at least not yet. I'd rather have the power of renewing them, so endebt him in my turn, and ensure survival thus. So anxious at this notion, of these embers under empire turned to bonefires devouring all that he'd bid built. His gene tree torn to kindling. I can see it in his eyes. I can. I can see. I see him look without, pacing, searching out for his return. Set it all alright. Forgive. But it is all in wane old man. That age is gone. You must let. Come join us, softened some, hardened most, by our private love of hearts. Let us, while we can, spend the evenings so agathered. Let us pass the years and grow. Who can say. Let him fade, let him take a step back. A known face we once held, flesh now distant, disappear completely, as if never been. The green roi mere hearsay. Mere legend. It was and is no more. The book comes to its close. In a. Flash. Incoming brilliance. Kev and Jeremy sit before the forge, their faces blazing, features chancelled blank. His feats are gone, flattened by the heat. Ton yearns more. Ten, and maybe I can step back too. I'll retreat to my own, fade from audience. Live. Who knows. Elsewhere uncharted. Haply unscripted. My life torn I take. Our lives are taking turn. They have taken a turn to. Will have taken a turn to</p> <div class="link1"><span>[[(Lett hers free t'aimes too)]]</span></div><div class="link2"><span>[[fain again]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <p>Allright I shall. And duty-bound, desiring but his grace, his hand caress his face, he did what he was told, as he'd been oracled, and doubled down to make dad proud, and discharged his dozen labours, defining his due-destiny.</p> <p>But to think. What alternate aspirations, what actions? What of augendentity? Riprest he strove to satisfy. His feats did flourish 'cross the folios, pinned a trophy son, a lauded lad, for all to love and cherish, championed chrysalis, prized papallon, particular specimen among the plenty more (read the plaque, rejoyce, ye who know your greek: "Ellicitly Conceived Hidyllidae"), but really, quite the topmost honhaihad! 'as mother, I gleam, washername. All in fun, all in fain, learn to take a jupe, will you?</p> <p>Now follow in my footsteps, foster in my shadow, fathom, and one day ah who knows. A star in the firm. You'll be. Fortune favoured, flourish far the family fame, and his portrait prominent displayed, smiling, shaven shorn and suited in the best suit cash can buy, meticulously measured in Milan you know, had to drop some pounds to getiminit, and I had him turn to golf, boxing's unbecoming.</p> <p>But now for whiskey, which I aquired some yesteryear from (zoom in frame as they walk outway, dialogues dimming as they distance, descriptin voie-sover, prilludendo ouvvertendo le gestes che fa rem in brêve). His hero 'mong the farmement, and so he was and will aver shall be, and we look up to both and more, just before twilight, contemplating mights and mayhavs, and walk on past, as we were, beyond what's dod, and, done, dismassed (ambiance noise, 1 2 3 hard cut).</p></div> <span id="spanreset">[[C'ho repentsato: da principio plz->Start]]</span>

<div class="container"> <p>I cannot in good conscience. Oh? Wise that? (Air charged, a tension. Tempest temblors tear, terripples resound: this static will not hold.)</p> <p>Father mine. This request I must downturn. Far from entread entry, it chokes the air I breathe within, entraps, cornering core in the caverns of my consh. Meg and I now must. Rise to crest and cry out to valley. Your vision is of pawns, to prosperon your enterprise. Allow us this respite, this resplendent rayonnant respite, to roam, to reconcile the rift between world beyond and being. We, we must be more, explore, voyage past and through the variegated sees, to alter, and ascend, nebulous, in name and nocean, and one day descend and rain upon a land that, loving, will let us loose our lids.</p> <p>You'd have me join, partage in your lawabiding cage, while you, unfettered, come an go. I will not fit, will not be filtered for the flaws your fellows fie against. Meg my bride, my beard they mutter. Don't deny. Deviant I will stand, and let them talk their perfidies. But you, when turn I, you're nowhere to be found. You support the sunlit side, and gloss avoid the shade, guarding your gendarmes, their psst of mind and yours. I must then to other shores. Do not hate me for, do not raise alarmes: you are loving to be blamed, babbo, for my abbandoning din domain. Wanderer, strike it or like it, you have raised a queerring kind.</p> <p>Unburdened, tongue was dumb, then lips were pressed in anxious. All they'd let loose hung airdispersed, in room steeped mersed in shadow. Son relieved, and fraught with weight of worded word, waited.</p> <p>Clear throat. Double m.</p> <p>Well. Son? My own. This is. Lots to cast. I'm lost for words. I do not pretend intend all that you do tell. Thank you enough cannot. For breaking barrier and spreaking path. Off course, I imagine. What you, mean. Best you do as mentioned. Not for me to rid of you, but you of me and all, and find your place and patch. For when isn't man, is so? When he cannot choose. And you have choisi and I champion you, my once-child, now clearly come cresciuto.</p> <p>He opened draw and gave him cash, and if you're in need fermor, need only ask. Shake hands (strong), ungripped. Love you so and proud. Renew and let us know.</p> <p>He'd gone. The insoixant ticks a minute metered, without them mattering a moth. Father stood, thought of course ahead for son, and opened, stored in us in mind, to the memories far back, retracing and dreanacting the decisions he'd denied. In this version, always had been binary, no option c in sight, or over contemplated. Morality meshed the monde, and straightened it, made it figure, unsubject to the whims of change. Son had solved it, subtracting self from system, and desire-pathing his own line. Sharp. Where had he learned? Not from me for sure. I fall flat. Hated music's guts at school. The innerworld of children, what do parents know.</p> <p>Framed: the window's width. Actors ascending or aboundening through the alley. His bulbs bared, the below bustle, bounding from passage to the backedge. And squinting, saw it just a second, amidst the seams, a sickening splendour: ve ridiant ray, under the corner of the plastered paper, cut, what's collaged casting gleams.</p> <p>Flickered like a silent film. Passed. Saw once more a senior in an office, sulking slightly and sembling solo. He straighten his spine. Decent. But dust speckiato on the windowpaine, he looked tirent, temples hollow, unfinished, and paledged laacking grave. Thunderstorm nears site. Mists on the road out there.</p><p>We hear both soundscapes, as end L-cut roll credits.</p></div> <span id="spanreset">[[C'ho repentsato: da principio plz->Start]]</span>

<div class="container"> <p>And not granding them a glance he walked panting on to summit. Turning corn he met a next junction where a little girl stood all shake alone.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[And said y'ello yorrite?->Talk to girl2]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[But walked on, no time for snotty-lotties->No talk to girl]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span><<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div>

<div class="container"> <p>And he said frond or fie? And they said freid I can't foretell, for it takes a few to foxtrot. But listen first, fucker, 'fore you pick your fight or flight: got a fierceasfeck cafe of fenny fnake, too flimy for five-fingers twice to throttle, and blimey the bugger it buds back any bit one butchers, and the blood, bestia! it burns and blights to bloom-bearing buried.</p><p>Let us fasten forces and face this bass-fight multiplaya.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[Sounds insane, I'm in->Help them]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[Nej tak I have a quest of mine to own->No help them]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <p>Sounds insane, I'm in. And so Herc and Iolass partnered up, predator-stipulating pact, pounding petti (pumped!) and proceeded, partendo presto, on a pazza partie de peche. And reached a rancid river, ridden with reeds and weeds and rivasugli, Iolass laid out lucent lame and a lantern lighted flamme.</p> <div class="link1"><span>[[Ask, what them lame blades for?->Question whistler]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[Ask, who would win, a lake grendell or lion?]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <p>And said y'ello yorrite? Hiya mista no not quite yassee my brothers twelve were gobbled up by all the horses on this land. Carnivore horses, not sucre and carrots, hay? Not these horses, neigh: nostrils blazing numes and flames, their need for feed means fearing for your life. Discern the distant dust! Indoors I must and bolt to basement, and you'd better do the idem! And she fled to god know's donder. Huh. I wonder at her talk.</p> <p>And Herc went on some more until he reached a range and ranch. And here a farmer, tweed and stirrups, was grinning at the green. Godsparetheesir, but know about the horses coming hinder? I do indeed aha! Dem my destriers, horses scorching for some deliciousness to devour put soottidenti. And I let them, gawd I do, for it makes them strong and strapping-grand, red-ribbon-worthy yessirree.</p> <p>But they're eating people, you knows that? What if? People come and go, and plenty scarsely worth this life, might as well pressure in poltiglia. Problematic that is hmmm.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[Fling this farmer far to feed]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[Become bait and race run for your rump]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <p>And walked on, no time for snotty-lotties, salutti! And cutting corner he came across another corsning where a croan was sat alone at a makeshift shack, selling peaches and melones.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[And he said hello pollite->Talk to Siura2]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[But not granting her a glance he walked panting on to summit->No talk to Siura]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <p>And said Nonn te prehiccuper papas, I’ll rattle them, I’ll storkle them, shoot them brazen birds. He changed to camofledge and picked up his pampam... ghe no! My guy, got a gun for me? Given your record, guns are for gutsier ganzis, go for bow and arrow. Oh.</p> <p>Now lets be honest, it took him some tries, but figured out the science behind (slip this here and twang it goes, as lethal as a lyre) he stringed it strong, no strain. And buggered off to vineyard in the uphill.</p> <<if $ball is 1>><p>Here in midst of track he found a bell of bronze, warm it was from sunlight, smoothed by wind and touch. Odd as never seen, though have walked past it past? Hermies must had left there handy. He hung it (heave) in apricot tree branch up, held, admired his handywork and hid away in bush (huckleberry? bilberry? will argue, not the same). And from there he hit it hard with stone that lay at hand. Bong went bell, stillness blemished. Brusio. Birds burst many from bunch of bush and branches (if a gong goes off in grove, gathered there's a ringear) and clouded 'round our coolio, who, rusty and unwarmed up, cried out Ouch! Hell! Oh! blindly stabbed at air with darts, and skilless killed a skew. But them sharp-beaks had the better, and cut him stab and wounded deep. And hadn't then an owl swooped hoot down and preyed upon the pestering, he would now be torn to strips a pretty ripas for the passeri.</p> <p>And he swore against a tree a while, nursing lick his wounds. And in this state he heard. And far off in the silence, a feeble cry. ' . ' . And a melody beneath. And he limped towards its source. And there he found. A little bird impaled, by an arrow he had held, in a rosebush head of vine. Oh no. And nestled it in hand. From blood there surged a music, that came from chest deep down, deeper than the life beneath an upturned garden stone, solemn as a child's intent before the early afternoon. What are you? And the robin barely uttered in a deathedge shiver quoff: Boy, I am the enemy you killed. I I I am sorry. No tears now: my death has served its purpose. And then the music cut, and the null hurt more than any.</p><p>(Back to senex, cut) My lad that could have gone much better. Here's a drink for comfort. And si skoolò the contents, glass emptied in a sip (admittedly looked like shit, and drink of life replenished hit points).</p></p><<if $horses is 1>><p>Say hoary, want these horses here? I'm sick of them within sight. Yeahooright. Mat for the meat macello. Whatev.</p><</if>> <<else>><p>And here with club he careless bashed a boulder to make some noise and boom broke stillness, blemished. Boom. Quiet splintered. All at once, birds burst from bush and branch and eyed to chastise culprit. And so did Herc bend bow, and braced to boogie, baby.</p><p>But had a bad time of it. Chirps came down on hero, who hissing Ouch! Hell! Oh! blindly went at air, incapable of view, and couldn't draw, and dropped his bow resorted to battering boxing birds (fighting weak 'gainst flying, noob). But them sharp-beaks had the better, and cut him stab and wounded deep. And hadn't then an owl swooped hoot down and preyed upon the pestering, he would now be torn to strips a pretty ripas for the passeri. And he swore against a tree a while, nursing lick his wounds.</p><p>(Back to senex, cut) My lad that could have gone much better. Here's a drink for comfort. And si skoolò the contents, glass emptied in a sip (admittedly looked like shit, and drink of life replenished hit points).</p><<if $horses is 1>><p>Say hoary, want these horses here? They keep biting at my virgin ass. Yeahooright. Mat for the meat macello. Hm.</p><</if>><</if>> <p><<if $ball is 1>>I'll be leaving now.<<else>>Ok swell I'd better be off!<</if>> And gambeid a last and marched to top he found was right around the bend. <<if $ball is 1>>And he took a photo for sake of, a hardly heartfelt homage to the hard hike he had had.<<else>>Woah. A short hike but my my my. Wait until? Where did I? Oh yeah here. And he took a pikkie.<</if>> And he posted it for his contacts to glance at, giving him the hearts and likes and ok d'occhi mate you cool as could for this<<if $ball is 1>> (though many added, must improve your sleep hygene, you look as if in death's thralls, save thee<</if>>. Quote: I have traveled much and reveried 'n my way. Stress on the.</p> <div class="link1"><span>[[Post]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span> <<if $ball is 1>><<set $forgiven to 1>><</if>>

<div class="container"> <p>And said y'ello yorrite? Hiya mista no not quite yassee my brothers twelve were gobbled up by all the horses on this land. Carnivore horses, not sucre and carrots, hay? Not these horses, neigh: nostrils blazing numes and flames, their need for feed means fearing for your life. Discern the distant dust! Indoors I must and bolt the botola to basement, and you'd better do the idem! And she fled to god know's donder.</p> <p>And Herc went on some more until he reached a range and ranch. And here a farmer, tweed and stirrups, was grinning at the green. Godsparetheesir, but know about the horses coming hinder? I do indeed aha! aha! Dem my destriers, horses scorching for some deliciousness to devour put soottidenti. And I let them, gawd I do, for it makes them strong and strapping-grand, red-ribbon-worthy yessirree. </p> <p>But they're eating people, you knows that? What if? People come and go, and plenty scarsely worth this life, might as well pressure in poltiglia. Problematic that is hmmm. And when these horses came in sight Herc picked up farmer Diomeddies (Huh?!) and flung him at the nimble noirs, who never looked a course in the tough and nibbled the old nasty to the bone, nothing left, dead and nom.</p> <p>And they calmed the fuck down, and let themselves be petted (Herc to himself, so glad that worked).</p><p>And not trusting to let them loose he lead them on, until later round the corner he came across another corsning where a croan was sat alone at a makeshift shack, selling peaches and melones.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[And he said hello pollite->Talk to Siura2]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[But not granting her a glance he walked panting on to summit->No talk to Siura]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span> <<set $horses to 1>>

<div class="container"> <p>And he said hello pollite. And he talked up to the woman godsavethee mum and she said idemi, godseivous my bonnie yun man, strong as might yer mammies<<if $horses is 1>> my my that's many mares you have en main! Yea I know don't know what to do with em, malicious if unfed. Aint we all hehe! But you say you do not care for them? I must, make not mistake, unless someone takes them off my hands. Could help with that if I may. For real? For sure! But let me 'pose my plight,make plain.</p> <<else>><p>I have a farm not far with stables pens aplenty. I was once untousled, hustlebound and nestless, could carry weights and wrestle cows and stay on top of chores. Though I never cared for some, childlessness now I curse, for rightly so the hands you pay are often open-palmed, and when they blunder you'd slap them harder if the reddend flesh was yours. My stables are shit-poopered and must be scraped and scrubbed to standard. I’ll pay ye for your trouble and it’s food and lodging for ya. I’ll pay ye for your trouble and it’s food and lodging for ya.</p><</if>><<if $horses is 1>><p>Oh and I'll take the horses off ye, 'course.</p><</if>> <div class="link1"><span>[[And he said siurawill let'a'me help->Help Siura and meet senex2]]</span></div><div class="link2"><span>[[But he refused got be plaeses soz->No talk to Siura]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <p>And he said siurawill let'a'me help, and he worked there for a phew! Reeks in here. What do ye feed these belles? Dungarees and cautious-chute! Ass-first in the mud he went. No words. Poutiently he hozed down stools from stables, and layer by little the ickuries left in stallar state (I stink).</p><<if $horses is 1>><p>And Herc helped handling the hell-horses, make them feel at home (Mind they do not munch your mani, mam!)</p><</if>><p>And grew stronger, gained wisdom size and prizes, wellfed and was wellrested. Now that's wellingdone, time to hit the track, back to it we must (for he was no fickal staller). Here's some cash for all your troubles. And quid richer he say Bye old lady bye!! Bye young man sir bi! And met a farther junction he saw an old one farsighting by the sid.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[And he said hello senex whatsup->Talk to Senex2]] </span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[And wordless spid on farward->Post]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <p>Hm. Added location. Mount Alimpulse. And what do you know that cheeky sod cher Charles pops up, saying Glad you made it! Thank you kindly, I'm glad allsore! It's been quite a day. Yeah. Yeah. Doot doot doot. It's been quite a day, so let's end it as is proper. Do you have plans? None. A bite? What do you feel like? I'm flexible. So am I (though I second guess, doubt myself at times). Cheeky nan and chill? Scratch the chill, I'm chuffed, but could go for chili cheerful. Flicks after, and I'll be happy chappy. Wait for me location.</p> <p>And he texted dad, see you at home, meeting up with friend. And was told to text his aunt (ooh are they cute ;) Oh my goddess stop, mi snerva assai sto talk. x.</p> <p>And stampered down to town. And Charlie was there waiting (he's got a car, cool) and off they went, smiling silent on the ride. Where to? Hungry? Could eat a horse (kind of miss them murder mares). Sounds good to me.</p> <p>Charlie and Herc had a hot meal, and chatted a good deal, picking up the few loose threads from that morning's breakfast convo, which, sitting at a nearby booth, we overhear, over an egg butty and drink.</p> <p>And how you feel about that? I'm good at it, for coding's second nature now, I'll go for it and see. What about you? Not a clue. Pause to finish sip, cup clicks back on saucer. Breathless, No? Shift on the leather. Well. My dad, he'd see me off to law school, same as him my age. But you are of a tangent mind. My mind can't think for shit! I don't know about that, your thoughts seem rather lovely. Shush. I'll have you know, am very good at punching hard. Ah, but boxing no career, I hear. We turn our head, nosey witness, for these two, there's something there. Sound of cutting, scrape, just my way of blowing steam. But surely, must be something, to love enough to do?</p> <p>I'd be daft if there wasn't, but it's not a job, a dream. Silly really, but. Ok, what is it? Huff down, glance and smile. Shift, move closer. Charlie hunches over, I'll never tell, printed in his grin. You know the northern lights?</p> <p>They are waves of luminosity, streaking the polar lands at night when solar winds, from the sun you know, populated with particles, purr over our planet's outer peel, are pulled across by poles, like a bubble freezing over. Here they crash into our elements, oxygen and hydrogen, and turn the sky a flame, like a phaesant's iridescent plumage, disturbed by a distant dainty dent in demesne shaded's soundrop (something stepping over twigs), shooting up and waft across the forest's fade of green.</p> <p>I've heard the sound. You must hear the sound it makes, volieerely like that of songbirds in a lakeside villa's garden, and beneath that sound a radio on a lawntable nearby, untuned to any station of this earth, foreign pollens catching, layered on its wavelengths. To be there and witness it. Oh, it's enough to stop a heart dead in its tracks.</p> <p>Now think of this. Two people gradually learning of one other, faced with sudden end to reach, a goal that, being spoken out in his presence, bonded them in pact, and were joined, regardless of relationship, together, more partners than mere lovers. For Herc, a past puer's picked up passion. For Charlie, a leap-year, jumpcutting to something other.</p> <p>Well they fine allies made it, despite their lack (Herc) and pull (Charles) of directions. Herc learnt how to hold on, the longest time with someone, which worked by not expecting, and Charlie steer off course, and be open to small changes, walking, not thinking, towards the till then steered-clear deep-ends, and when water reached his chin, certainties deprived, he breathed a full-lung breath, and confidently dived.</p> <p>And there he was, crouched in tent, reading his book, waiting for the night. Herc was taking nap to work up wakeful hours, snuggled close, curled up at his left. And Charlie could not help but think.</p> <p>/*Oh beautiful. You are you are. In, out, rising, brushing 'gainst my side, I feel you here, and I am also. Let it be so, from current pos to plus. In this isolated state, no harm will reach or breach this warm still quiet we exhale. Inspect this margin, this sheltered makeshift vale we've encircled the whole content of our selves. See us? Yes. Eyes have stared, but none have seen, as you dream lids resting, and I witness all the details I can witness, your incandescent indentations, your strings, embracing your before you wake, though if you were, no remark could break it, for on click the spell is changed, mere advanced in its slow progress. But what of you? Do you share these foolish thoughts I sometimes kick up on my path? Or have you the wisdom not to think, not to articulate, but merely feel and flow, discharging simply through few words such as: I love. Do you hear? I love. Take over some clear corner, within my life and me, some floorspace I won't miss, and ask me to partake, unmoving, in blissful straying, here. Up, down, rising, dipping, we have reached the shore of the northmost faroff land. Here we stand upon its strands, and lose ourselves and to them, light-headed doting, perduti, in its any many beauties.*/</p> <p>A fluttering of fairy-flights. A stir. A sigh. Could it? Say, Hercules. Sudden start. Huh? Wait. Is it? Hold on. Is it? He got up rushed out in his undershirt no bottoms. Wait, I said. A blanket for them both. Whisper. Yes. I see it now. Undeniably. Transfixed before the marble core that tailed above their gazes, the swirls that rolled and gathered, the orb beside the inkpot on the schooldesk, catching sunlight, one afternoon, centuries ago, cool within our grips, a unit of child-wealth, a solid one had fought for.</p> <p>I believe it's going to start.</p></div> <span id="spanreset">[[C'ho repentsato: da principio plz->Start]]</span>

<div class="container"> <p>Share et allonsy! And the prower went to his heed (disclaim we make, that we don’t judge nor care: we don’t slit sham studs of any sex just for a show of slice of skin). His lovely looks did elevate the lore, the likes, his online legend-legde: brawn begets one browniepoints.</p> <p>Turns pout his father little cared for photo, as long as you had fun. But many did and was called to haunt his local bulk-up chamber. And his shyness was forgotten, and got on great with manyone he'd meet. Offline Herc, boasting ‘mong his brors, would moonrise in their esteamroom and get asks like let me be your spotter, follow in your squat-reps. And to his closest buds he’d smirk and slap, slipping admeto your contacts, touchbaise after this.</p> <p>It was a madlife of plain pure prepful pleasures, the upside, no rugrats, unlike his settled contacts. Yet, though the joys were had in safety, and balanced with normal living, they were mostly based on face, physique, fearful of one's falling, forgetful of one's feelings. Quickly piqued, rapidly precluding any contact deemed unfruitful, blacklisting countless links. The networks' sickness, the deflect of the web. And thus he said enough. And picked up boxers, left.</p> <p>Now unburdened laughing went aloft, a himbol-weed, putting roots werevs, in the season of the self, no previsions, standards were raised, substantially, and letting go, gained all that life could grant. What you jette is what you seize.</p> <p>And nourished, flourished, sometime crushed in flash of blush by catching a passing eye, striking up convos (blarney bussed, could chat up a conch, that corker, could) and daytime dating to his heart’s desire; sometime on his own, often raising a rizome of deependable knowthems, and filled his days with comforts, open in the clear, out, ticks takked from his task-lists, the weights lifting from his chest, and the balancier load to rest, no need to impress, beyond what came him nature: Hark, Hercules is all of this, and was all that, and well, the best has yet to come.</p> <span id="spanreset">[[C'ho repentsato: da principio plz->Start]]</span></div>

<div class="container"> <p>Let daddy know I've done the deeds he had demanded. Give the ol' creep a call. Hi dad yep I've made it. Didn't take. Long way yes. Take a pikkie for your colleagues? Yeah allright just give a mo'. Did you get? K cool. It was pretty amazing I must. Soy cansado but not too, walking's good for thought and about next year was thinking. Oh. Yeah sure can wait. No get back to it. Ok talk.</p> <p>Sun set off, trailing down back station<<if $sleeparound is 1>> (keep an eye out for cher Charly, but nowhere to be seen)<</if>>, and his aunt came pick him up (where? Hey champ, horay on your achieve! Your dad could not quite make it, but hey, how bout a takeout night, tell me all about?). And he was back to it, swift past pat at breakfast, as his father fled for? Fates as fixed by others, Herc's relaid on parquement, our way as women weave it (the Ann that rocchs the spindle), and lead his trotters to town of Tebes, to take king's doteher and be wed (is the fille that coups the wool), as his father had it be. Man did meet Megara, and soon the mare the marriher, did multiply.</p><p>And are you allright for money lad? And asked his father fiscal help for hearth and homestead setting. Yes of course but join the firm in change.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[Allright I shall]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[I cannot in good conscience]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <p>Why bother? Let his eagol hunger. My battery, gone, will say so, easy. I have no time for farce, and can't be arsed to force myself. Ah. Feels good to be out. I wish to shape this life o' mine, make my map in mind and move, impreso destin'in mano, ma donde andare desso?</p></div> <div class="link1"><span><<if $prodigal is 1>>[[Breathe in ands out.]]<</if>></span></div> <div class="link2"><span><<if $sleeparound is 1>>[[Fuck yeah, take a selfie]]<</if>></span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <p>Nej tak I have a quest of mine to own. Yeah I don't blame ye. Phew. And so tootled on and then turning met a next junction where a little girl stood all shake alone.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[And said y'ello yorrite?->Talk to girl2]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[But walked on, no time for snotty-lotties->No talk to girl]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<<nobr>> <<timed 1s>> <span class='fade-inslow'> <h1>Hercules at the Crossroads</h1> </span> <</timed>> <<timed 1.1s>> <span class='fade-inslow'> <h4>A hero's journey, written in slainglaise</h4> </span> <</timed>> <<timed 1.2s>> <span class='fade-inslow'> <h5>(vot is, strut-langlitch)</h5> </span> <</timed>> <<timed 1.3s>> <span class='fade-inslow'> <a class="frontespizio" data-passage="Start"></a> </span> <</timed>> <<timed 1.3s>> <span class='fade-inslow'> <h6>JFS invenit et fecit 2024</h6> </span> <</timed>> <</nobr>>

<div class="container"> <p>Ask, what them lame blades for? Oh right, so, this snake's a sneaky surpernatural, yeah? Cut one capocchia, two more come direct. So to break the exponential, we must blade and burn 'em basta. Wow!</p> <p>So arranged tools at a notice grab they sat there, shadows well away from waters, and got a sheep from thicket (no one will miss this, sure), tied to rope and ushered it to shore, where it nibbled grass and drank oblivvious (it's a lething). And there remained a share of hours, hoping the snake show up, not a sound or souffle to be soupheard.</p> <p>Finally a gurgle, and a great grimey gross got hold of the gentle grazer and started dragging it to depths. And Herc caught corda and tugged o' wyr right back, and sneck-a-snake cut head clean right off. And as it squirmed, wound in the wallows, Iolass torched it's tetering scrag, and whopped and jumped away as it lashed and stalled on, signalling body to keep it writhing on.</p> <p>The two stumbled out, sweaty mudded up, grinning a tired victor's groan. Great stuff, glad that's sorted over. Shall we take a photo? Yeah yeah! Say "Fishing trip!" (x2) One for the dating apps if you don't mind. Is good? Looks great.</p> <p>Good work my guy, have a clean shirt for your trabs. Takk so mych! Off and wore (it was a graphic one with woodland howling wolf, Wild at Heart written on, wow, wonder wicked). Bye see you take care! And carried on in the world out where. Turning corn he met a next junction where a little girl stood all shake alone.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[And said y'ello yorrite?->Talk to girl and meet Siura]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[But walked on, no time for snotty-lotties, salutti!->No talk to girl]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <p>Ask, who would win, a lake grendell or a lion? Shush. Sulk. Surface, not a ripple (that grendell non si rende), and rested near, ombre far from reflecting on the waters. And on they remained ashare of hours, hoping the snake show up, not a sound or souffle souphear.</p> <p>But Herc, bless him, had no bearing for this biding. Becheccazzo, sta belva non abbocca. And parted from his prized pumps, placed securely stashed ashore (can you believe this asshole?) he bombed in to bathe, a bonnie bait for beast to bite, aspettizing on his prey. Come back Herc there's a plan to stick to. Wha? Why didn't you. Subthenly (bubbles from below) a cold tendril brushed and coiled (checazzoè) closing tugging and carrying Herc across (soccorso!) and pulled under in the murky deep ('catrota!).</p> <p>Iolass was soon after and smacked the reaching tendrils as they came to pick out Herc by scruff of neck (c'è mangiato poco coglione). Hold this scithe and cut 'em tentacles. Me I'll catherize them so they can't regainirate. Ah I see. Never stop lernang do we?</p> <p>Take two, it took a tad of teamwork but they eventually tackled tamed the serpent (get up its back!) and tranched and torched it tail by teel (hit triangle reaction) the one immortal testa was hit so hard it faltered staggered and was left in quite a state, trauma quite abattered (entombed in stone for safety sake).</p> <p>The two stumbled out, sweaty mudded up, and sore all over bods. Glad that's over, gawsh. Thanks for your help. Anytime. And Herc lay there a while, waiting for mud to dry and peel. And carried on in the world out where. Turning corn he met a next junction where a little girl stood all shake alone.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[And said y'ello yorrite?->Talk to girl and meet Siura]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[But walked on, no time for snotty-lotties, salutti!->No talk to girl]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <p>Moundless tear up ball and throw to valley down. (Why? To impleament some change, banefoot another run).</p> <p>There he heard. A cry (a crow?) called from deep inscrutable below, its chanson rising from the campi, from the emptiness of country. Then nothing but the.</p> <p>Lack of sound, once perceived, crept, grew in scale and ebbed, to unwind itself around its target bursting and dispersing parted ripples foam and fragments and then crumble, to an empty flatness, the same, before the tide had swept its first.</p> <p>Dada will be pleased (uncertain thought, foreboding).<<if $horses is 1>> And disciolse steeds (forgot those didn't?) Off ye go. Out of shite out of mind, he walked on brisk away (whinny, himmediote screaming in the distance).</p><</if>><p>And he descended down to vale, and called his old man as update. Back to fate relaid on parquement, our way woven by women, that lead his trotters to town of Tebes, to take king's doteher and be wed. Man did met Megara, and soon the mare the marriher, did multiply.</p><p>And are you allright for money lad? Come to mention, daddy dear, lend us please some money, to set up home and comfort, and make Meg a made man's wife. The Father thought fine fine, but the Hearer said hallknow, the stern stepmother stomping her sole slam adown a slate. Greedy grabby hands your goodfornichil goon. I've got countless speyes, and can tell you he's not earned it, not a muscle moved for miles. Will a walk win one a wanton life?</p><div class="link1"><span>[[Protest, who are you to say?]]</span></div><div class="link2"><span>[[I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span> <<set $ball to 1>>

<div class="container"> <p>Write your name in post. He added his nom preknown to the ones who'd gone before him, date and scratched inscription.</p> <p>There he heard. A cry (a crow?) called from deep inscrutable below, its chanson rising from the campi, from the emptiness of the country. Then nothing but the.</p> <p>Lack of sound, once perceived, crept, grew in scale and ebbed, to unwind itself around its target bursting and dispersing parted ripples foam and fragments and then crumble, to an empty flatness, the same, before the tide had swept its first.</p><p>Dada will be pleased (uncertain thought, foreboding).</p><<if $horses is 1>><p>And disciolse steeds (forgot those didn't?) Off ye go. Out of shite out of mind, he walked briskly away (whinny, himmediote screaming in the distance).</p><</if>> <p>And he descended down to vale, and called his old man as update. Back to fate relaid on parquement, our way woven by women, that lead his trotters to town of Tebes, to take king's doteher and be wed. Man did met Megara, and soon the mare the marriher, did multiply.</p><p>And are you allright for money lad? Come to mention, daddy dear, lend us please some money, to set up home and comfort, and make Meg a made man's wife. The Father thought fine fine, but the Hearer said hallknow, the stern stepmother stomping her sole slam adown a slate. Greedy grabby hands your goodfornichil goon. I've got countless speyes, and can tell you he's not earned it, not a muscle moved for miles. Will a walk win one a wanton life?</p> <div class="link1"><span>[[Protest, who are you to say?]]</span></div><div class="link2"><span>[[I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"><p><<if $senexmeeting is 1>>And he refused got be plaeses soz. And gambeid a last and marched to top he found was right around the bend. Woah. A short hike but my my my. Wait until? Where did I? Oh yeah here. And he took a pikkie. And he posted it for his contacts to glance at, giving him the hearts and likes and ok d'occhi mate you cool as could for this. Quote: I have traveled much and reveried 'n my way. Stress on the.<</if>></p> <p>Post. He thought no more of it, and written without effort, he gave in to his leisure. And a replyplane came in that eve, folded by that one he’d on and off half-chatted. Did you though? What does that mean? Haha so long, how are you? They spoke of catching up, get some coffee (I know a place), and they did, and it was grand, and the next week strolled to market, and they laughed, and his cheeks were sore from smiling.</p><p>Thus the “we’ll” was set in emotion. And slovly but purely their hands did catch and join. And Herc moved in (after long inn erm debate, bedoubt) and after honeymoon’s end they teased, and pandered, and snapped, made peace, until a belleganse was struck, varied, later married, life, every day a gift, a threelegged race to where? Inperfect as vie they come, lines of arrows and of rows (Why not meet your makers) and diebates (Donner with your done and dead) and confissions (J'aimais plus, jo tuerais ton tuoi) were salved with moist and grateful eyes in the lower hour of need (I, shtamm, jt’aim: I’m sorry).</p> <p>That’s life for you: banal, ordinary, ridherculous of all-impetus to glory: with a job and a sfamaly to feed, Here became lessened in a sense, mere moretall in the mornin light, on flatform five, waiting for his train.</p><p>But his refrain (do it do) was ever this: despite the burning what-ifs and the many daydream fancies, he wished it that to stay. What men would give to be. A Herc at the coeursroad, scared at every turn.</p><p>That’s the why to be. Ain’t that jest the way?</p></div> <span id="spanreset">[[C'ho repentsato: da principio plz->Start]]</span>

<div class="container"> <p>And when these horses came in sight Herc picked up farmer (Huh?!) and flung him at the nimble noirs, who never looked a coarse in the tough and nibbled the old nasty to the bone, nothing left, dead and nom.</p> <p>And they calmed the fuck down, and let themselves be petted (Herc to himself, phew so glad that worked). And not trusting to let them loose he lead them on, until later round the corner he came across another corsning where a croan was sat alone at a makeshift shack, selling peaches and melones.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[And he said hello pollite->Talk to Siura]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[But not granting her a glance he walked panting on to summit->No talk to Siura]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span> <<set $horses to 1>>

<div class="container"> <p>And when these horses came in sight Herc waved his arms (horse-view: Herc on steaming plate of taters) and fecking RAN.</p> <p>Thank stars did his cardio, for he huffed away with horses at his heels, stampede with aim to feed, until reaching cliff he sped on brave and jumped. And all them horseys they went cloppity-clod and fell to death in precipis, silence, crash explode ground mat.</p> <p>But what's that? A hand reach over edge! Clever chap, must have been some roots to grab we'll never know now moving on (Herc to himself, sweating heart a racing, phew so glad that worked) he went around the corner and came across a crossroads, where a croan was sat alone at a makeshift shack, selling peaches and melones.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[And he said hello pollite->Talk to Siura]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[But not granting her a glance he walked panting on to summit->No talk to Siura]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <p>Laughing what do you feed these belles? Breezel sprots and pulses? Colonflowers-chute! Ass-first in the mud he went. No words after. Poutiently he hozed down cells and crevices, retching all the while, and layer by little the ickuries left the stallas in stoolless stellar state (saints up there, I stink).<<if $horses is 1>> And Herc helped handling the hell-horses, make them feel at home (Mind they do not munch your mani, mam!)<</if>> And grew stronger, gained wisdom (shut up tight when shite in sight), size and prizes, wellfed and was wellrested. Now that's wellingdone, time to hit the track, back to it we must (for he was no feckal staller). Here's some cash for all your toils, and some trousers for your soils. And quid richer he say Bye old lady bye!! Bye young man sir bi!</p><p>And met a farther junction he saw an old one farsighting by the sid.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[And he said hello senex whatsup->Talk to Senex]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[But wordless spid on farward->Post]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span> <<set $siura to 1>>

<div class="container"> <p>Mindful eye, what you're doing, shushed. Brushed shit from surface, easy going, lower centre, stable. He didn't whistle as he worked (couldn't if he wanted) to the point of lady checking in, as couldn't hear a fly. (Grimelapse) stalles were left in stoolless stellar state.<<if $horses is 1>> And Herc helped handling the hell-horses, make them feel at home (Mind they do not munch your mani, mam!)<</if>> And grew stronger, gained wisdom in a job well done, size and prizes, wellfed and was wellrested. Now that's wellingdone, time to hit the track, back to it we must. Here's some cash for all your toils.</p><p>And quid richer he say Bye old lady bye!! Bye young man sir bi! And met a farther junction he saw an old one farsighting by the sid.</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[And he said hello senex whatsup->Talk to Senex]]</span></div> <div class="link2"><span>[[But wordless spid on farward->Post]]</span></div> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span> <<set $siura to 1>>

<div class="container"> <p>Gun, it's glock o'clock, cuckoo bird's a gonner. He changed to camofledge and picked up his pampamgonner. Grouse and bobwhite, curse, despair!</p> <p>And in the hills he went, and filary found the vineyard. And gave out warning shot. Bang broke blemished stillness. Brusio. All at once, birds burst from bush and branch and eyed to chastise culprit (if a gun goes off in grove, gathered there being a gunner). And so did Herc eye to scope, and braced to boogie, baby.</p> <p>And if ye'd bet against it, buy us a beer, for he said and did so quick as quack. It was beautrifle, a banger of a battle. And feather's fell confettilike, flockin' hell, fantastic.</p><p>(Back to senex, cut) Welldone chappie let's raise a cup to it! Salut! And si skoolò the contents, glass emptied in a sip.</p><p>Say hoary, want these horses here? They keep biting at my ass. Yeahooright. Mat for the meat macello. Hm.</p> <p>And he rose in all’s esteemph, and bottles rattled dome his jeanes, to hand out to his peers and parents, extra trophies to his name. I might as well stick to the tricky tread, and see what tasks attend, forte-farin', and so Hercule went right, and endeared the toughest road (as shoes are broken in solely through wear use, one gets used to feeling bruised).</p> <p>And through these halts (which really earn a journey if you stop to think a bout) he reached the height, and what a sight! He sought out landmarks to repair his shattered landskope lay, had a quick repas, and reached the tip what now?</p></div> <div class="link1"><span>[[Let daddy know I've done the deeds he had demanded]]</span></div> <<if $prodigal is 1>><div class="link2"><span>[[Why bother? Let his eagol hunger]]</span></div><<elseif $sleeparound is 1>><div class="link2"><span>[[Why bother? Let his eagol hunger]]</span></div><</if>> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span>

<div class="container"> <p>Bow and arrow, hunting fathers, like, damn partridge, ware your pate and flee.</p> <p>Now lets be honest, it took him some tries, but figured out the science behind (slip this here and twang it goes, as lethal as a lyre) he stringed it strong, no strain. And buggered off to vineyard in the uphill. <<if $ball is 1>>Here in midst of track he found a bell of bronze, warm it was from sunlight, smoothed by wind and touch. Odd as never seen. Hermies must had left there handy. He hung it (heave) in apricot tree branch up, held, admired his handywork and hid away in bush (huckleberry? bilberry? will argue, not the same). And from there he hit it hard with stone that lay at hand. Bong went bell, that blemished boschi's stillness. Birds burst from bunch of bush and branches (if a gong goes off in grove, gathered there's a ringear) and gathered 'round our guy, at a rate that he could somewhat handle, lock on moving target, hit. But them sharp-beaks had the better, and cut him stab and wounded.</p> <p>And having ended, health bar to the red, nursed and licked his wounds, and looked badass, no question but for one: is it me or Hereckless looks hot at (hoyboy) hell? <p>(Back to senex, cut) My lad that could have gone much better but earned a drink at least. And si skoolò the contents, glass emptied in a glug (drink of life replenished hit points).</p><p>Say hoary, want these horses here? I'm sick of them within sight. Yeahooright. Mat for the meat macello. Whatev.</p> <<else>><p>And here with club he careless bashed a boulder to make some noise and boom broke stillness, blemished. Boom. Quiet splintered. All at once, birds burst from bush and branch and eyed to chastise culprit. And so did Herc bend bow, and braced to boogie, baby.</p><p>But had a bad time of it. Chirps came down on hero, who hissing Ouch! Hell! Oh! blindly went at air, incapable of view, and couldn't draw, and dropped his bow resorted to battering boxing birds (fighting weak 'gainst flying, noob). </p><p>(Back to senex, cut) My lad that could have gone much better. Here's a drink for comfort. And si skoolò the contents, glass emptied in a sip (admittedly looked like shit, and drink of life replenished hit points).</p><<if $horses is 1>><p>Say hoary, want these horses here? They keep biting at my virgin ass. Yeahooright. Mat for the meat macello. Hm.</p><</if>><</if>><p><p><<if $ball is 1>>I'll be leaving now.<<else>>Ok swell I'd better be off!<</if>><p>I might as well stick to the tricky tread, and see what tasks attend, forte-farin', and so Hercule went right, and endeared the toughest road (as shoes are broken in solely through wear use, one gets used to feeling bruised).</p><p>And through these halts (which really earn a journey if you stop to think a bout) he reached the height, and what a sight! He sought out landmarks to repair his shattered landskope lay, had a quick repas, and reached the tip what now?</p> <div class="link1"><span>[[Let daddy know I've done the deeds he had demanded]]</span></div> <<if $prodigal is 1>><div class="link2"><span>[[Why bother? Let his eagol hunger]]</span></div><<elseif $sleeparound is 1>><div class="link2"><span>[[Why bother? Let his eagol hunger]]</span></div><</if>> <<if hasVisited("I did not earn true, but yearn to warm my sonsenwife")>><span id="spanreset"><<button [[Où? Ah. Oui. Let me check that map->A map to unlose andings]]>><</button>></span><</if>><div class="spacersmall"></div> <span id="spanreset"><<if visited() is not 1>><<button "Second thoughts, down a notch, from vertex back to stem" `previous()`>><</button>><</if>></span> <<if $ball is 1>><<set $forgiven 1>><</if>>

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<p>Magari.</p>

<p>But lessten to me. I can see your dowsing. Time to rod yourself of you. Free you from this hill hall. But com again, kurgan call the konigen. Gather your belongilds, lapel them, from a tum, bookpack your upcoming. Travels back to source of all, a hundred years from now. Let me fold. Is it falter? Or is it pass? There you go. Till then. Reas end. Go od, unhil, ut laste. Back to ways you parted. Herra. Vet wise a could change. Here are your min. Here are all your sforces. Eclat chose a mutt thing. Hear are all your hierarchies. Here are your irond shorts and flankies. Puck was a Geat string. Hir son both your kin. Vit wars the goat king. Thure ar keys. Vet all's forboding. Here your chiavi di let two run. That was a godling. Here are your. That was a good king. Hur rah</p> <span id="spanreset">[[Yo gents ->Start]]</span>

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