Experimenting with Roman Numerals Day XXXI

...another warning to the already pre-warned and perhaps those who missed the first warning and all of those who never seem to heed warnings and of course all of those who prefer to just stumble ahead blindly , all willy-nilly and such , oh heck and dern , never mind . What , what'r ? I think i am trying to say that this post is a further continuation of the continuing adventures of -- actually i am not really certain of who or what -- a former blog post that began some many days prior ... dot dot dot ( epsilonish of me , yeah ? )

Again , consequently and so-forth , More Adventures in the Lands of Hobo !

...so , narrowly escaping the cataclysms that had begun outside of the weedy door , i now looked about at my new surroundings , much more serene than those former surroundings that were still ringing in my ears , what with the gunfire and bombs and all .



The door was shut , but a dim light shone from down the tunnel and i could see well enough to be worried once again . The entrance was above me , and the solid door from this side appeared a dull metal , quite solid and maybe locked ... at the moment i was willing to leave it be and worry about making my exit at some future time ; after the battle outside passed for sure .



The tunnel appeared to be bored out by some magnificent huge drill . It was supported with imposing metallic rings at distances of four feet which made it look like i was inside of a segmented worm . It sort of smelled that way , too .



I walked , stooping at every ring .



Toward the light at the end of tunnel .



Go toward the light ...



And there i saw it leaning over a table , poring over some aged and torn documents , a strangely disheveled relic of some sort of bipedal creature , obviously alien as it had hair springing from its ( i can only assume it is some sort of a head ) top , and also a sort of pallid and somewhat porous body covering , mostly covered with multi-colored soft skins . The only indigenous parts exhibited on its person were a forged arm , spiked shoulder protrusions and a mechanical pencil .

Disgusting , and disgusted i felt an incredible urge to slink away , but the thing observed me from its jelly-like orbs , positioned at the front of its head-thing , and it spoke a gibberish . I will not even try to reproduce the gross sounds it mushed forth from its squishy , expectorating oral cavity . Yccccchhhplbbbbbbbblalalala . Yeesh !

Perhaps realizing it couldn't possibly be understood , it motioned with its good arm , the metal one for engineering's sake ! to the documents and schematics at the table top . And a hole opened at its pedestals and down went the creature into the abyss , with no word not even a gesture of farewell .

The drawrings were quite satisfying , but lit

tle could i know of their importance ...