Master of Chaos.
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
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London 1925. Prelude. Seeing comfortably as I hope you are with a drink at your elbow and thoroughly at your ease, you are secure in your world. You have no reason to fear that the floor would give way beneath you, precipitating you into a fathomless pit. You are no afraid being sucked up into the sky well, that the building would collapse Ranjha like a house of cards. Your world is solid, reliable, predictable. I was once equally secure. Then the floor gave beneath May. And if I ever climbed back out of the abyss, I will never sit quiet us comfortably again. Madness is something we can all laugh at In less enlightened times, people would go to see the lunatics m bedlam for entertainment as if they were animals A zoo. You march simplifies with the poor chap with his broken leg in a cast. But someone with a broken mind is ridiculed for his injury. There was a time when I wanted to tell the world about my adventures. The discovery is that I'd made and all the secrets that lie beneath far every day existence I burned to tell the truth, to let everyone know about the occult powers and alien beans that moved among them. That impulse has left may like the other documents I have deposited with Lytham and Row. These pages are sealed with strict instructions that they are not to be opened until that. After my death, I am determined that nobody will read them while I'm still living, not merely from personal embarrassment, but because of the damage that would be done to my reputation as a man of sound mind and good judgment. There is no earthly reason for you to believe any of our sigh. Arkin, oddly and close the tooth of a dragon off sliding with this manuscript as a token of more good faith. So I only have one reason to expect your credence. Many of four in the Great War never spoke a word about their experiences. When they came home, they knew that they could never be understood that their words would make no sense to those who had no experienced the terrible conflict for themselves or leave these words for a future generation. Because this is a war which is now over. You may recognize certain patterns in these pages, which echo events in your own time disallow and might cause her to be receptive. In that unfortunate instance, you will want to know what has been unleashed on the world, and I might be able to provide some slight insight. It's little enough. But to those who collect such intelligence, it might contain some vital clue to the survival of the human race. There. I'm sounding properly mad now, if you have stomach enough for a deal of death, destruction and madness beyond the ordinary, and if you're not afraid to approach madness yourself, then raid on, I will give you a full account of my DeLeon's without being that I call the master of chaos.