First Contact

In 1922, Alejandro Vicente Rosas Escobar of Monterrey Mexico put words to a concept only hinted at in recorded media.Escobar, a student at the Universidad of Monterrey in sociology and physics, had been testing teónanácatl on schizophrenic patients when Mars is in retrograde. Sitting at a local cantina on a rainy Thursday evening, witnesses have reported Escobar change in front of them, with his pupils enlarging, back straightening, and writing feverishly into a notebook. Soon after he collapsed on the floor never to walk again. Some witnesses have attributed this to demonic possession, others, a spiritual possession providing a divine train of thought that makes Nostradamus look like a jack ass. Upon his passing, a note was recovered from his jacket pocket. A portion has been translated below.

An aristocratic old man with three legs walks into the cantina that is falling off the end of the world. He steps to the bar and orders a bloody drink with animal puss dripping down the sides. He smiles with four teeth and laughs, the 4 diamond teeth shining, swigging the drink down like it is his fucking covenant. The drought that has permeated this particular ecosphere cracks the land and the cantina slips further, blood falling from the man’s glass onto the shit-ridden floor, coating the walls and bubbling with the cockroaches and vomit combination that was brewing under the bar. The stink, the stench that belted from his lungs eroded four planks, one of them coincidentally the one he was standing on, and he fell from the leaning cantina . Legs were shredded by the rusty, finger-long nails (one of them splayed in half), showering blood over his falling carcass. A shark leapt forty two feet in the air and maimed the body. The velocity of the shark escalated it to unprecedented heights, shattering the entire cantina in it’s upwards ascent. With dust and blood trickling from its body, the shark kept going upwards, a cloud of body parts, shit and blood. At nearly 40,000 feet the shark came into contact with a military plane, shattering the hull and proceeded to fuck up everyone inside. Desperate for help they turned on the fusion reactor that vaporized the shark into a red mist and everyone around it. The reactor, somehow the only thing around it at 40,000 feet that is not a martyr of carnage, meteors to the earth, catering in continental divide. The cold salty water triggers a reaction that sets off a fusion chain, destroying the continental divide. Magma spurts like a gash in a plump orange until it reaches the asteroid belt. The earth fucking blows up. The space shark eats everything.