Talk:Mystery X

"A vast cloud of smoke blows out as the rift opens, and a man with an eye patch in jet black parachute pants escapes to the other side with a coughing chuckle."

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Mystery X turns in his sleep

From Key 23 Hypersigil

With a dirty napkin (I hope this is not his cum rag) Chris Titan wipes the translucent green spittle from Mystery X's mouth and then gently dabs his sweaty forehead. "It's all right X, you are at the Unruh Manor, you are among friends, you are safe here, you have had a nasty wasp bite that has exacerbated the mercury retrograde cycle somehow."

Chris's eyes have a soft dignity that calms Mystery X and allows him to relax. "I am glad YOU are here, Titan!" Mystery X's says, slightly dazed.

"You were having fever hallucinations that involved me, so I volunteered to make sure that you would come around. It is the Second Law of Thermodynamics..."

Mystery X tried to hold back but gagged out rainbow mist that coated his lips a shiny translucent green. Titan was like a Grandmother... Grandmotherly Kindness. He tried to make Mystery X as comfortable as possible, and never did he, outside of the Nightmares, make him feel a loss of any dignity.

Titan sat with Mystery X till the dawn, wiping his brow, changing his pillow case when it was soaked with sweat, spraying Jasmine Mist on the bed sheets.

The Nightmares were vivid and horrible.

Steaming rain, it's falling like accusing fingers; the thunder flashes to show the ruined temple X has wandered into, now looking for shelter. There is some other sound, impossible to make out with the pelting rain hammering the leaking ceiling. Dozens of waterfalls everywhere, from the roof. It's cold in this grey place, the ashes of generations of sacrifices turn to mud under his feet. Suddenly the rain is crows, howling mad crows, dive bombing, clawing at him with rusted barb wire wrapped talons, driving him deeper into the wet darkness of the place. Mystery X dashes through the maze of twisting halls, slowly he loses the birds, and then the hall dead ends in front of a massive silver mirror. He sees himself, all cut up, blood flowing from the talons.

Years later Mystery X records the album Infictive County Soundscapes and wears a bright shirt.

⤓ In Lost Carcosa

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• ⤓ my little Deborah
• ⤓ Death One
• ⤓ Death Two
• ⤓ Death Three
• ⤓ Death Four
• ⤓ Death Five
• ⤓ Death Six
• ⤓ Death Seven
• ⤓ Death Eight

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