Asteroids and meteors (ZIRKI!!) are RAINING down upon your empty head because I, DARKSHEARE Lord of KENTOTHE command it so!
And the other DARK LORDS also command it SO.
We shall enjoy your pain as your shakti'almat writhes in the ever fires of Corsainn!
And now for some WEIRD entertainment from the TWISTED and SLEEP DEPRIVED mind of my sister:
On the third moon of Ladraxia in the 28th dimension of Noman's Land, just south of The Twilight Zone and just this side of the Outer Limits.. the creature stirred.
The Dispepsians screamed their ululating gargles of fear and ran jello-like on their trails of slug-like slime.
Meanwhile, back in Chicago in an otherwise normal apartment, some guy watches football and eats a pizza for NO apparent REASON.
But we all know - there is always a reason.
They just refuse to tell us what it is.
isn't the fact that he is a man and the pizza is good reason enough?
It didn't matter if they ran, they'd be part of the broth soon enough.
Them AND all their creepy sliminess!
And then their ululating would stop, and peaceful tranquility would once again take over the barren moonscape of the sport's reporter's forehead.