Holy years
Mush Raines slept on the ground , haveing disturbing dreams. His blue skin sheened in sweat. He sees rivers of fire and bodys melting and burning , screaming forever. He hears his name his true name , the name he can not remember when he wakes, the name he doesn't want to remember. Why This body , why these eyes?. He wakes wrecked with someone else's pain , it's always the same. He has tryed starveing himself, whipping himself , getting really drunk or drugged up. He has tried chronic masterbation , cross dressing , but none of it has stopped the pain of damned souls from flooding into him while he sleeps , and the voices.Mush popped three valuims and went into his shop to work. His job was to manufacture torture devices to be used by the earth people on his own native Poldac people. He made good money doing it because all the other poldacs refused to for moral reasons. Right now he was working on a penis shredder. A long metal tube with levers you turn to make the manglers inside work the skin apart. He thought it was a farily good penis shredder , he would hate to have such a device used on him certainly , unless maybe it would make the dreams go away. "Why do you taunt and haunt me so!" , he screamed to thin air.
Mush's front door slammed open and in stomped Jebbin Lane , an old friend of many rough years. "What the fuck?" , spit Jebbin , "How can you work on torture divices for your own people? What the fuck is your problem fuckface , huh? Tell me what your problem is? Is your fuckin brain rotted away from moldy ferminted wine?".
"I am struggling spiritully" , Mush explained haltingly.
"You have to have a god damned soul for that to happen , not a black oozeing slime pit."
"I think God is talking to me" , Mush stammered.
"Which one , one of ours , or the fake earth God the parasites that own our world now bend over for?"
"You don't understand" , " Mush's face contorted with acidy emotion , "I am trying to find God!"
"By supplying the earthers with devices to torture your own people , your own fucking brother is dead now , after being tortured , probaly from a device you made your self , how spirtual is that?". , Jebbin was shakeing with rage. "I spent my nights fighting those bastards with flameing unefel plants and rocks , and my days helping the victums of the earthers. You spent the day helping them hurt us you stupid fuckin cocksucker."
"If your gonna just keep repeating your self you might as well go home , I have work to do" , Mush exclaimed. Jebbin howled in rage and punched Mush in the face , he then started throwing tools and devices around , manageing to break a set of thumb screws.
"Please don't do this" , Mush begged as Jebbin took an axe to the stretch rack he had been working on for nearly a month.
"Your an ass fuck on a religious holiday , go to hell and suck shit there!" , Jebbin screamed as he stormed out the door , not bothering to slam it.