The Black Signal – The Buzzing

We would warn you not to chase the White Rabbit, sweetling. But we stand outside of time. We already know that you will.

There will be a summons to Venice. The painting will stare at you no matter where in the room you stand. Eye-gouging is the only cure. There will be treachery, both in purple and of shades closer to home. Disillusionment become a full time hobby. You may want to kill a familiar face. We advise that you don’t.

You will travel by effigy doll. Don’t let go. You’ll come back to where you started. Only it was not you at the time. The conduit is barely herself anymore. You might not recognise her from outside of her skull.

There will be a runaway circus. But no cotton candy. There will be a mouse in a suit, or somethig like it.

There will be a cosy place full of noodles and swords. The matriarch is older than she looks. Old scars will block her view of the true danger.

There will be a hot, damp place, full of towels and mercenary deals. The patriarch will be rather repugnant. Not even Hell wants him. But you will need him to fend off the extended family.

There will be a place of loud noises and chance and a bouncing metal ball. The master there is mad. Or he isn’t. It’s hard to tell. He’s a Cheshire grin in sharp lapels. His flimflam has everyone fooled.

There will be so many other diversions. But always you will follow fast and follow faster after the White rabbit. WARNING! Beware the White Rabbit. She leaves a wake of corpses. The wake will lead to the Dark Tower. Like us, she is*&!@%@*&^%!@&*$< Signal disruption! Our particle wings tear! A corrupting frequency intrudes. Do not listen to the pirate broadcast. The Black Signal! The Black!@#!@$%#$…