In 2021, there is no January. So, Chew Slowly.
The Sandborgs knew their way about the city. They knew their way all around Nashville far too well. Ever since my parents died during The Great Scorching at Stuxnet 2020 this past August, while fighting the skillful and enigmatic Stragonian Skin Renders, I had felt an increasing ache in the pit of my belly to affect a meaningful and everlasting change.
But was I brave enough to make the first move?
The Sandborgs currently had us trapped and recoiling in a putrid fear. Tilwin, my government appointed Rally God, is now shivering in the blackness of the sub-basement. We find ourselves huddled in the far corner of the Grand Ole Opry's boiler room. This once great music hall had once been filled with the joyous sounds of country, and vaudeville, and scratchy AM radio voices... Now, after 'The Miz' raided our capital and launched 'The Offensive', America was no longer great. Our President had been so wrong. Again.
Tilwin, my Rally God, was built by Amazon to offer me meals and companionship. But he now seems more scared than I am fearful. My name is Renaissance. I was born in a hospital in Tucson, and my parents had called me Edward, but that name no longer seems to fit. The situation has changed. And so has my name. For better or worse, I'm Renaissance dammit.
The interesting thing that you all should know is that when your name changes, you change too. You become your new chosen name. And now that I have shared my name with all of you readers, I must begin my Swelling. In addition, since we now are in the near future, free of all earthen encumbrances, I must now morph and begin my incantations.
"Elderberry. Grace. Die Hard. Luke. Father. Verbal Kent. Vuldarmort. Vanderwaal."
I HAVE BECOME ALEVED. 100% ALEVEN.
DEVOID OF NARY ACHES NOR PAINS.
IMMORTAL. NON BINARY. I AM A GOD.
I summon to Tilwin to begin our surge. He is no longer scared. He is engorged with 'The Fightings'. We review our rules. Our first rule is to never to speak of 'The Fightings'. We had failed this part, because I have just mentioned 'The Fightings'- but our spirits and our will have remained relatively strong. We now set out sights on The Sandborgs. There are many. They are predictably acting all Loco Diablo-Like.
We make our move.
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* excerpt extracted from James Patterson's unpublished future thought-experiment "Tilwin & The Sandborgian Beasts Went Dancing in Nether"