THIS IS A TEST

Of my Emergency Broadcast System.

This is the first attempt to create something utterly amazing. Informative and inspiring and infectious. Something wicked and desirable and beautiful and hideously wonderful.

We shall see how this attempt goes and progress from there.

I feel the commanding urge to create. The desire lies within, boiling to the surface in fits and bursts of need. Like a fault line, I can feel it trembling terribly waiting to cause chaos and disorder. Something underneath yearns to crawl between the cracks and ooze itself into the light of day to be examined.

It wants to display itself in all its hideous glory and be felt in the bits that make you moan and scream. It wants to creep inside you wet and slippery and finagle with your innards until you vomit out a more perfect creation of itself.

The desire is the call from that Other World. The Old Gods beckon to be heard and this burbling, incoherent speech intensely electric whispers dark things within the mind.

Does it make sense? Not yet. But it will.

This is a test of my Emergency Broadcast System.

Feel free to gnash your teeth and run away.