As quarrels on the Insatiable Princess linger, and unbeknownst to all, Chloroph, ignored, has made his way through the meandering Rigorousys’ pathways and, hissing at his hook generated dog-plant urges it to find the two missing monkeys.

There, at the top of a thin, high tower that rises above the city tallest buildings, clouds and mist, Chloroph discovers two grown up, white as snow monkeys deliberately weaving ropes of their own making outside the smallest possible window he’s ever seen.  The pattern of the rope stuck to the walls of the building is not unlike that of a smartly designed spider web or possibly more like that of the most intricate snowflake when viewed from a microscope.

What puzzles Chloroph is that the monkeys aren’t bound by chains or anything that points to their being held prisoners, and so Chloroph begins to stare at them with purposeful intent as his words urging them to get out and make their way to the ship are being ignored.  To no avail.  Bewildered, yet surrendering to their will, Chloroph watches as the monkeys attach his wrists to nails on the wall, followed by his dog plant.  Then, as if the monkeys had been waiting for Chloroph to appear all along, they attach themselves by means of their tails to the wall and hold Chloroph by the arms.  Finally, they open their mouth as if to scream but no sound is heard.

In a white flash, the entire tower crumbles and folds into a pattern dictated by that of the ropes outside the building, crumpling the tower and reducing it to a sparkly white and light beige rolling ball through which everything can be seen from the inside without anyone suffering the effects of position, pressure, movement and speed.

To be continued…


In the Book of Universal Time, the legend has it that Spinostress and the Colonel’s arguments were never ending and that these drove the planet’s inhabitants to get back into the natural order of things they had previously been accustomed to.  This was flying by means of boxes, in order and according to rank.  This also meant that, from now on, Colonel Loga followed Spinostress in her every footstep to ensure she understood the natural laws dictated by a newly liberated (and soon to be re-controlled) RythmaRymosthesis.  This especially implied maintaining her ignorance so that she would never come to realise the Rum River’s true self-generating power.  In truth, no one ever knew exactly who of the two followed the other.  Suffice is to know that one was anywhere the other could be found and vice versa.

Mostly, they worked in unison and concentrated on the boxes’ birth giving abilities, particularly to that of the boxes’ own kind and also to other life forms through genetic manipulation and not least, to the growing of functioning wings for all.

Now, the growing of functioning wings part, as far as this story is concerned, will never eventuate in this author’s lifetime but it is known that Spinostress will one day become the recipient of the first big pair of mechanical wings, (not unlike Labaguette’s), built and attached through mechanical fixtures onto her back, to great expense as many wings generating boxes will be sacrificed before such result is achieved.  But I digress.  Where were we?

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“They’re untamed,” the King mutters, “they know of no bounds and of no laws.”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!” Spinostress yells as she plunges forward using her tentacles the way Tarzan uses lianas.

The King lifts his hand to his closed eyes, fearing the worse.

Captain Traumatic, following in Spinostress’s trail, jumps onto the edge of the ship brandishing his sword like a weapon of mass destruction and the two fighters, uniting their strengths, conquer sulphur generating beasts and discontented mutant worms in less than half a second.

When the King opens his eyes again, Spinostress is holding the head of the Rum River monster in her tentacles for all to see while sitting on a grovelling smaller creature, fully tamed and now persuaded of Spinostress’ potent power while the monster’s neck drips its gurgling burning slime onto the grounds below.

“Epic!” the Captain exclaims, grinning.

“This is a lesson for ye all!” Spinostress claims, “I have risen once more.  I am now the undisputable leader of Rigorousys and of the entire planet.


“—And Colonel Loga will be second in charge!” she adds hurriedly, smothering the Colonel’s words in their track.

“You will listen to me for directions and you will do as—”

“—as I SAY!” Spinostress insists.

There, on the edge of a new era and on that of a new force being set up on a planet whose impenetrable orange mists has finally dissipated, a Colonel and a newly arisen, self-appointed Leader argue in front of all, bearing their long-standing resentments and grudges in the open for all to hear and letting all in the near and far vicinity have a piece of their angry minds.

To be continued…


“We shall see.  Now, there are more pressing matters to attend to.  We’re here for Rum and let you remember it.  It must be organised, contained, constricted, preserved and its supplies carefully monitored for this liquid is gold and the entire universe will soon knock at this planet’s doors for a sip of its entrails.  We must protect this planet and build secure, invisible and impenetrable gates all around it to ward off potential invaders, stop looting and thieves.  The Rum supplies may be plentiful but sooner or later, its source will dwindle and there won’t be no more.  Your knowledge and experience of dictatorship and science, Colonel Loga, will be required and so will your vision, Birdseye.”

Birdseye listens and the Captain notices the slight tremor on the surface of Birdseye’s ears, He knows of his loyalty and commitment.

“Birdseye is a traveller,” the Captain tries.

At this very instant, the Insatiable Princess brusquely halts in spite of the Rum river’s flow pushing through and making its own bed as it moves forward.  A terrible screeching can be heard from below the ship.  Then, a snake-worm like creature with no name – such monster is shaped like a worm interbred with a snake, has gills and yet can fly and hover, helped by a pair of scaled, gigantic and slimy grey wings – rises to the height of the deck, exhaling sulphur as a flock of smaller such creatures come swooping from the high, muddy towers of RythmaRymosthesis before settling onto the river banks.

“Nauseating!” Labaguette whispers.

Spinostress steps onto the edge of the Insatiable Princess, her tentacles rising high into the air emitting vibrations that can be heard by the crew and seen by the worms.

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“What mobs?”

“I, as King, am now somewhat recognised.  Not sure why but madness and the lack of leadership have—”

“—I am the appointed new leader,” Spinostress states, “I shall see to it that your crown is painlessly removed.”

“The governing force in power is that of snake-worms.  They are the mobs’ rulers.”

“They’ll obey me.”

“A bigger, stronger and ghastlier breed than you can imagine.  Worse, they’re intelligent and some have started to grow wings.”

“I’m in charge.”

“She’s in charge,” Birdseye reiterates.

“What would you know fancy bird?” the King asks.

“I shall have your crown removed painlessly, King,” Spinostress insists.

“This crown isn’t mine or if it is, it has been tampered with and its nature twisted.  It followed me, sticking to my head.  I tried to disown it and to throw it away.   This is when I was subjected to the snake-worms’ treatment.”

“Born a King, always a King,” Colonel Loga sneers, coming around, “King-of-this or King-of-that, if the crown fits,—”

“Destitute!” the Captain explains, “Colonel Loga is destitute!  Look at him and his beautiful wings, King Krackskull.  He is powerless.  Can’t rule no more, can’t—”

“Mind your ship for it might fall apart, Captain.”

“ENOUGH!” Spinostress yells.

“Why help me?  What is it that attracts you to my crown?” the King asks.


“It’s tiny and worthless.  You could have your own made by your workers.”

“It is a King’s crown.  It’s yours yet you rejected it because it has transformed and no longer fits you.  It suffers and that permanent state of pain holds special properties.”

“A pony tail for your tentacles, is that all it’s worth to you?”

“It would impress.”

“I’m not prepared to negotiate.”

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Rigorousys’ large gates open, letting in a river branch which immediately digs its way in as Spinostress orders the boxes to form secure walls by its sides to stop it branching out uncontrollably in any direction.

Then, Birdseye in a majestic move lowers his arms and wings as the Insatiable Princess relaxes at last, resting on the river, floating, gliding its surface awkwardly elegant and with the humility her moribund state demands, clinging to life, assisted by a stream of willing black boxes.

Five minutes have barely gone past since they’ve entered a city left bare and ruled by chaotic influences that two enormous Rum fuelled policemen in rags and their boxes appear.

“King Krackskull!” the Captain exclaims, “I never—”

“—HELP!” the King yelps.

“Release him at once!” the Captain orders.

“Get rid of him!” Colonel Loga says.

Two tentacles rise, strike the policemen and they fall in the river, their heads bobbing up and down, the current carrying them away.

A third tentacle delicately releases the King onto the ship’s deck.  A fourth has struck Colonel Loga in the face.  He lays unconscious.

“Who’s in charge?” the King asks.

“Need you ask?” the Captain retorts.

“Lead us to the heart of Rigorousys!” Spinostress says.

“The River knows, this is where it is going,” the King says, “you will find nothing but anarchy there.”

“Mayhem all around, huh?” Labaguette says.

“Labaguette!” the King says.

“You’re wearing a crown,” Labaguette comments, “too small for you.”

“It’s sawn onto my skull.  I led prisoners to rebellion.  I was caught and fed to a worm whose bowels and digestive juices rejected me.  Since then, mobs have subjected me to various experiments.”

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“Spinostress,” the Captain insists, an unexpected new-found confidence tinting his cheeks with a pink hue, “the Insatiable Princess and I saved you, a safe asylum for the wild skies we came across.  And for what?  You, becoming a leader; you, in charge.  Spinostress, the Rum Lord.  I will deliver the Rum where you ask, when you ask.  But I beg you, please let the ship be under my full control.  Let it be mine.”

“I might want to get back home.”

“You’ve no home left to get back to.”

“It’s arguable but I have no time for—”

“—RythmaRymosthesis offers much better advantages; the Rum, the boxes, the experiments, not to forget Colonel Loga,” the Captain retorts, sensing Spinostress’ hesitations.

“Keep me out of it!” the Colonel says.

“He’s useless.”

“RythmaRymosthesis ahead!” Birdseye shouts, “Prepare for landing!”

A swarm of boxes surrounds the ship, curious, as she settles hovering above a large Rum river that has formed on the edge of Rigorousys, RythmaRymosthesis’s principal city.  And with a few gestures, Spinostress orders the boxes in formation as rogue, wandering policemen arrive and stand aside, hesitating.

Colonel Loga stands by Spinostress’ side.

“Open the gates” he orders.  No one moves.  Then, with one click of the fingers, Spinostress spins them all into action.

“You may listen to your former commander,” she says, “but if I disagree, anything I do or say will override his orders” she yells, transmitting her order telepathically to the entire planet, her tentacles a cacophony of crackling sounds, emitting information through blazing streams of light intermingled with darkness, chaos and evil.  “My command is all powerful, overriding and unforgiving.  Anyone found guilty of disobedient misconduct will be dealt with swiftly and categorically.”

To be continued…