Tangor: A Nightmare Complete! (#3)
Ice-worms in space, yes indeed, I would not have believe it had it not been told to me by Tangor himself. And so I shall tell you what he told me: they are creatures from Moiromma, a planet outside our solar system, and they have a clutching grip, and a certain species of these even have talons (these do). Evidently they are thrown into space via volcanic disruptions on Moiromma, or by some gravitational pull by its moon, Ice-cap. They come out of the glaciers, and storm winds often hurl them into outer space, where they are transferred who knows where, but in this case: to Tangor’s Space Craft.
These creatures are of all sizes. In the colder regions of Moiromma, they grow to immense sizes. The Moirommalits eat these creatures, whole, everything goes into their system, and down to their digestive track willingly, deliciously. But Moirommalits are subhuman, that is to say, not quite of our species, and have of course many differences with human beings. I would not call them advance creatures, nor backwards, they are what they are: a species of its own, and are of a high intelligence. But I am getting a little off the track here.
The first time Tangor ate these creatures he had quite a bad experience, he almost died. Yet, his food supply was dwindling and he was hungry, and he discovered these worms. They had somehow, breached his ship; found a way to get in, and once in, breed like crazy. Swiftly, he found himself having worm stew, and worm soup, and worm this and that. But fate would play a vital role here, it did not allow his system to digest these worms as he’d like. And when he awoke one morning, several days of eating these maggots, he found dark circles all over his body. His skin crusty, his body and muscles aging, his nervous system sensitive, and his immune system, deactivated. Convulsions whisked into his every pore in his body. He fell into a dark and long sleep, nightmares filled his dreams. His breath was shallow. Illusions came. His pistol by his side, loaded with ammunition, he had pulled it out several times ready to kill himself, should the pain and strain continue to a degree he could not stand.
When he awoke on the tenth day of this madness, his cranium hurt; when he looked at the worms, hideous they were, and although hungry, he did not eat another, in fact he captured all he could find, and with a grimace, he through them back into space, through a door under the storage chamber, which opened up for trash. It was as he put it, “A nightmare, complete.”
11/16/2005 written while in Lima, Peru
These creatures are of all sizes. In the colder regions of Moiromma, they grow to immense sizes. The Moirommalits eat these creatures, whole, everything goes into their system, and down to their digestive track willingly, deliciously. But Moirommalits are subhuman, that is to say, not quite of our species, and have of course many differences with human beings. I would not call them advance creatures, nor backwards, they are what they are: a species of its own, and are of a high intelligence. But I am getting a little off the track here.
The first time Tangor ate these creatures he had quite a bad experience, he almost died. Yet, his food supply was dwindling and he was hungry, and he discovered these worms. They had somehow, breached his ship; found a way to get in, and once in, breed like crazy. Swiftly, he found himself having worm stew, and worm soup, and worm this and that. But fate would play a vital role here, it did not allow his system to digest these worms as he’d like. And when he awoke one morning, several days of eating these maggots, he found dark circles all over his body. His skin crusty, his body and muscles aging, his nervous system sensitive, and his immune system, deactivated. Convulsions whisked into his every pore in his body. He fell into a dark and long sleep, nightmares filled his dreams. His breath was shallow. Illusions came. His pistol by his side, loaded with ammunition, he had pulled it out several times ready to kill himself, should the pain and strain continue to a degree he could not stand.
When he awoke on the tenth day of this madness, his cranium hurt; when he looked at the worms, hideous they were, and although hungry, he did not eat another, in fact he captured all he could find, and with a grimace, he through them back into space, through a door under the storage chamber, which opened up for trash. It was as he put it, “A nightmare, complete.”
11/16/2005 written while in Lima, Peru
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