maddest | [video] star light star bright

Dear Adstringendum,

I'd like to hold a contest.

You see, we have a starfull of skies, pardon, sky full of stars, but no lore to fill it with. The constellations in my world all tell stories about heroes long fallen, about Gods and Goddesses and immortals and divinity.

I propose we make a little bit of the same for ourselves here!

The rules are simple. Find a constellation from the nighttime- be it the summer or winter sky- and remember and recount for me a 'legend' about that cluster. You can find images of the nighttime skies in old PCD video posts, if you look back.

We're talking about legend here, so any stories you tell should either be a year old at least, or should focus on events surrounding people who are no longer with us, or whose memories have been lost since the events themselves. That, or events that happened a year or so or more ago. I only want secondhand retellings. The stars are about myth, after all.

The winner will get the package of cookies I salvaged yesterday.

I'll start.

Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was an event in Adstringendum where the streets were patrolled by mean, crusty creatures called gnomes. These dreaded gnomes bossed, and bullied the city dwellers into living in buildings like dormitories for the better part of a week.

Weep and wail as they might, a curfew was strictly enforced, by the dreaded gnomes with their teeth and clubs. Enemy was planted abed next to other enemies, conflict started afresh, and by the end of the week the city was in such cranky, over exhausted turmoil, that the animus in their infinite wisdom flung the gnome creatures into the sky, never to be seen again.

The citizens of Adstringendum were released from their dormitory prison, and all that was left of the gnomes was a small cluster, just there- of stars. If you look close you see the outline of their little pot-bellies.

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They'll do their best to change that I think.

I've yet to see evidence of that.

Stars want to shine forth. They won't be held back from their chance.

You're talking about them like they're sentient.

You could say they are, where I'm from.

Maybe that's what the Animus are?

It's an interesting hypothesis! [... He'd have shut it down in a few seconds a few days ago. But somehow he only seems to feel mellow these days.] But I haven't stars with their powers yet.

But this world obviously isn't like your own.

I'm open to the possibilities.

How curious.

A new word has new possibilities, doesn't it? That's what makes us seek them out.

Make up a story for me, then?

Just to try.

I'm no storyteller. [The faint, humble smile makes it perhaps no more than humility.] Another from you first, please.

Rarely seen these days are the scientists from the city, but there was a time long ago where they were more open, and dealt evenly with the citizens here. They were so open as to hold a forum, for a few select members of the population of Adstringendum. They came down from their walls to answer our questions... well, some of our questions, and for the first time many of us felt hope.

But time passed, and there was no contact from them again, and most of those who had attended faded from this place, one by one, until memories of the round table were foggy and far between, and now all that remains is one distant star, bright in the north corner of the sky, getting weaker and weaker each day as the hope fades.

You tell a rather sad tale.

I suppose you could say the times the Animus speak with us are similar to this.

The animus are the monsters, the scientists were the makers.

[Were he from Earth, or had more of a glimpse of the priestess' world than that single moment, he'd make the connection to Frankenstein.]

Monsters. It's one possibility.

You don't think that's evident?

It's a rash assumption to begin from, but not unlikely.

I suppose it depends how you define monster.

Define it, please.

Something dark, twisted, and cruel.

And if the monster is created? What do we say of the creator?

Well on their way to monstrosity, or incompetent, one of the two.

Perhaps the difference is intention.

[It isn't. He knows. He knows there are monsters that didn't try to commit the acts that made them monsters.]

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