More miscelleny, mired in mystery ‘n mayhem.

You know how every near-death experience has somethin’ to do with a light at the end of the tunnel? I heard this from a Narqui who went over the deep end–he said he remembered some of his real-death experience. He said that the light at the end of the tunnel is the light from a surgeon’s lamp, and the surgeon has three eyes–one smack on his forehead–and a tentacle wrapped around a scalpel.

When you stare at something too long, and you look away, and you see those weird splotchy pigments–y’know what I mean? When you do that, you’re seeing the real colors of the world. Our eyes filter that head-burning nightmare into something more pleasant… well, usually.

The sun is Hell and the moon is Purgatory. Where’s Heaven, you ask? Only the demons know, and they’re not telling.

Soyburgers have no soy in them. It’s really ground-up mealworm–some bugger’s idea of a joke.

Earphones can listen to anything. Plug ’em in to the wrong socket on your laptop and procede to screw around. If do the right .exe, then you can hear your computer think. It’s actually relaxing… Kind of like a bee’s nest, busy at work. Except for the times when you hear a distinct English word. I usually hear “fade,” “dream,” or “lie.” A friend of mine just gets cussed at when he plugs in.

I hear there’s a government project headed by a mechanomancer, and they’re trying to develop A.I. that can become obsessed enough to work magick. They call it Project Durandal, which sounds like trouble to me.

The secret ingredient in Coke isn’t known even to its creator. Supposedly the guy who invented Coke made a deal with a demon-posessed guy–the demon puts in a final ingredient, one that will be in all Cokes ever made until the End Times, and the guy’s product will outlast his own life.
They’re making so many new kinds of Coke because the secret ingredient, whatever it is, isn’t showing up anymore. They’re trying to mask the taste.

There’s a video-game-mancer, or whatever you’d call ’em, a Vidiot shoot-off… He’ll sell you old Nintendo games that can cast spells through the TV. You can drop a little helpin’ spell on your friends, plague your enemies with brain-smackin’ spells, as long as they’re playing an online video game. I hear Mak Attax is a frequent customer, and they drop Special Orders on guys playing Halo 2 or Counter-Strike.
No, you have to mod your rig to play Nintendo games if you wanna use ’em. I hear it voids your warranty, if, you know, you’re picky about that.

There’s a garage record company that sells this LP called Sounds From the Underground. It’s got songs like “Hotel California,” “Stairway to Heaven,” “Paint it Black,” all that jazz–except they’re all backwards. Supposed to help in callin’ and controlling demons.