Fat Emotions

Fat Emotions -=- A Day with a Mad Demon God

Dear reader, if you have never seen a Mad Demon God so depressed that his jester-y skin swelled to such obesity that the very breathing of him made the sound of water against rocks, then this story is certainly to draw in the most morbid of curiosities.

In the Summer of 1450 PC, Maelbrim was visited by a bleeding throne, sat upon by the bell-wearing Mad God, Volgathras. Encyclopedic volumes could be written about the visits of the Mad God. He was in a tumultuous state - Lord Drokmar had recently been revived by the Knights of the Crown, Sir Geoffram and Sir Zyneste - and I can only imagine that this had something to do with it. Comforting words had no merit, and the swelling continued. He was also rather gaseous; for a Miruvhor-born lass, even I was put to illness by it.

The obesity complex could be remedied by new fashion; no one, including myself, figured that out until the Mad God suggested it himself. Immediately the clamoring turned to a unified search for a new hat for Volgathras. I would have suggested a simple bow, but the Mad God wanted a head - a rare piece of decapitation, mind you, from the Brehan line of attire. The greedy deity surely had a nice cranium in his collection bag, and being the crafty Brehan that he was, was watching for a deal.

Having two-faced thoughts, I bargained with the enterprising Don Lord by selling secrets for the lovely, well preserved head of Toj (to my knowledge, a former scribe, for irony's sake). The head was a suitable anti-depressant and the Mad God had soon replaced his sloshing with jingling.

It always amazes me that subservient individuals who are also religious categorically end up suffering more; the willing Demon, Protegorant, or Zahnist must have been capable of far more than a hopeless agnostic like myself - perhaps at the end of the day, all of us are puppets, not just the ones who "want to be". Madness contains truth sometimes.