K a l e i d o s c o p e

Narrator : "They were scattered into a dark sea; and the ship, in a million pieces, went on, a meteor swarm seeking a lost sun."

T h e · C i t y

Narrator : "The planet moved through space and the flowers of the fields grew up and fell away, and still the city waited; and the rivers fo the planet rose and waned and turned to dust. Still the city waited. The winds that had been young wild grew old and serene, and the clouds of the sky that had been ripped and torn were left alone to drift in idle whiteness. Still the city waited.

Narrator : "The city waited while the planet arced in space, following its orbit about a blue-white sun, and the seasons passed from ice to fire and back to ice and then to green fields and yellow summer meadows."

Possessed Captain : "[...] and the name of this city was and is Revenge, on the planet of Darkness, near the shore of the Sea of Centuries, by the Mountains of the Dead; all very poetic."

U n t e r d e r s e a b o a t · D o k t o r

Narrator :
"His heels knocked as he let his right hand spider to his top coat pocket and slip forth yet a fourth eye with which to fasten me: a bright, thin monocle which he screwed into his stare as if decupping a boiled egg. I winced. For now the monocle was part of his glare and regarded me with cold fire."

Narrator :
"He only half heard me, lying in the midst of his depression as in a dark cloud."

"[...] hey, wait a minute. You!"
It was if he had slipped a devil mask over his face. His eyes grew wide. His mouth gaped.
I examined his face and saw murder. I sidled toward the door.
"You wouldn’t SAY anything to anyone?" he said.
"No."
"How come you suddenly know EVERYTHING about me?"
"You TOLD me!"
"Yes," he admitted, dazed, looking around for a weapon. "Wait."
"If you don’t mind," I said, "I’d rather not."
And I was out the door and down the hall, my knees jumping to knock my jaw.
"Come back!" cried Von Seyfertitz, behind me. "I must kill you!"
"I was afraid of that!"

T h e · F i n n e g a n

Narrator :
"We walked through a land that was now mists, now dim sunlight, now forest, now open glade, until we came into a silent part of the woods, a silence made of the way the trees grew wetly together and the way the green moss lay in swards and hillocks. Spring had not yet filled the empty trees. The sun was like an artic disc, withdrawn, cold, and almost dead."

T h e · O t h e r · H i g h w a y

Narrator :
"Butterflies in great tosses of confetti leaped from the deeps of the forest to ramble drunkedly on the air, their thousand torn shadows following over grass and water."

Narrator :
"If you looked from the inside of those windows out, people had different-colored faces for each pane you looked through, They were Chinese if you looked through one, Indian through another, pink, green, violet, burgundy, wine, chartreuse, the candy colors, the lemon-lime cool colors, the water colors of the windows looking out on lawns and trees and this car slowly driving past."

O f · H e a v e n · a n d · H e l l

Narrator : "The battles of the Great Conflict rage across both time and space, often infringing upon the very fabric of reality itself."

T h e · R e t u r n · o f · T e r r o r

Narrator : "Pain and fire raced through the child's soul. Hideous laughter filled his head and clouded his thoughts. Paralyzed with fear, Albrecht felt the presence of Diablo within his mind, as it seemed to push him down, deeper and deeper into darkness and oblivion. Diablo gazed upon his surroundings through the eyes of the young prince. A lustful hunger still tortured the demon after his frustrating bout for control over Leoric, but the nightmares of the boy provided ample substance to sate him. Reaching deep into Albrecht's subconscious, Diablo ripped the greatest fears of the child from their hiding places and gave them breath."

Narrator : "Beings and occurrences displaced by time and space, and long lost to the history of Man were pulled screaming into the ever-expanding domain."

N i g h t · E l v e s · : · T h e · S e n t i n e l s

Narrator : "A dark, brooding pall veiled Azshara's once entrancing beauty."

Narrator : "The Legion, comprised of a million screaming demons, all ripped from the far corners of the universe, roiled and burned at the thought of conquest."