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The glare of the fiery pit on Saturn's north peak reflects in [[Zombie-Chuck]]'s hollow eyes. "Grrr..." about the only iteration he has these days; one can only assume cognitive processes are still intact somewhere in there. 

Scantly-clad sacrifices are being hoisted towards the cliff, all to be set forth upon the altar, and then cast into the pit to appease the mighty variable of Control. Zombie-Chuck lurches forward, grabbing the first of the 29 sacrifices with brutish, inhuman strength. He begins acting out a ritual, one programmed into his very nerves and the the subtle fibers of his being. 

[[Chuck]] ''is'', in fact, enacting old programs installed on his primitive Neuro-drive by the shadowy Marine intelligence agency he once contracted for. Ol' Chuck used to be a Captain in his glory days, but his ship sank, per his self-fulfilling prophecies and unconscious projections. He roamed the swamps of [[Naufana]] in some primitive Ski-doo like device for a time, even escorting our very own [[Agent Titan]] through the swamps on some sort of vital mission involving plant pornography (of which, at present, [[Orbital Control]] has yet to receive a copy).

15 sacrifices in, the altar's getting bloody, and the Variable is growing stronger, nourishing itself off the fleeing souls escaping their earthly trappings in its name. Echoes of from below cease. [[Tobor]]'s been tearing the victims limb from limb at an alarming rate &mdash; 45 seconds in and only 2 more to go. A brief pause, a beep, a demand for soda of some sort, then the sacrificed is conclused.

Ol' Chuck, feeding the bastard-bot more chunky flesh. A fucking mess everywhere, really...

The Owl King's glasses [[Painted Ghost-Light|shimmer ghost of light]] against a smudge on the left frame. [["That is not dead which remains on the circuit."|"That is not dead which remains on the circuit,"]] he reminds his companions, [[Dr.s X. & Z.]] "They're practically revirginized, untouched by the current in so long - the tribesmen of this small county's God shall be pleased."

[[Category:The Hand of Madness]]

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