Yesterday, I read the most celerious novel of all. It was not fantasy. It was Naked Empire. Page 17 showed me the first speech, in which Richard said something that bored me to hell and I forgot. When he killed the peace (I misspelled it peach but fixed it. We should make peaches a celerious fruit. The seeded version of celery) protesters, my thing rose from excitement (partly sexual), and Richard showed me the error of my death choosing ways. As the Prophet of Things Rising, I anticipate much rising in the future, due to almost rapes. My peaches level, however, has diminished last thread, with only 5 posts. To raise my peaches level, I must do what all good Life Choosers do. Murder WLU, word, and Myshkin, defile their corpses, and take their place. Because otherwise, a Slide might get me. I'm afraid of Slides.
