The Malicious Monocle

 Sleep is not coming easily tonight. I don’t know why, but it isn’t that unusual of an occurrence for me. I get my insomniac tendencies from my mother. When she gets insomnia, we get cinnamon rolls or other baked goods in the morning. When I get insomnia, all that happens is I get a lot farther or finish whatever book I’m reading.

Orangutan’s plan worked. The monocle helped him duped the good people at the market and his poor vegetables sold just as well as any others that day. Even Zebu seemed happy to plod back to their home village with a much lighter load. Feeling superstitious, Orangutan left the monocle on until Zebu and he were in the jungle. He then polished it on his luxuriant, orange fur and placed it in the silver carrying case his wife, Macaque had given him for the monocle on their wedding anniversary.

Meanwhile back in Patna, Rhesus slumped to the ground in the alley as Mongoose pulled a linen cravat from Rhesus’ now broken neck. Mongoose’s cruel cravat had done it’s duty and killed another supporter of Elephant. He knotted around his neck and exited the alley whistling through his gleaming canines.

I’ve spent my day doing a fair bit of relaxing. I did my homework, but spent some time painting my minis, some time playing on my PS2 and watching some DVDs. I’ve now watched the first four episodes of Deadwood, Season 1. I’m liking it quite a bit even though I don’t normally appreciate westerns.

It’s late now, but I’ve thrown in a film to watch in the background for the rest of the evening. It’s a silent movie version of a story by one of my favorite authors, H.P. Lovecraft. The trailer for the film is here: The Call of Cthulhu. It looks as though the folks at the HPLHS are putting out a new film as well. This one looks to be a ‘talkie’ from the trailer. I can’t wait.

“Der Große Cthulhu wartet schlafend in der versunkenen Stadt R’lyeh. Die Gestirne werden einst wieder richtig stehen, und er wird zurückkehren.”

No further Monocle updates today. I do have plans forming. Soon there shall be a Cruel Cravat to go along with the Mallicious Monocle.

Elephant sits at the table in a poor hut in a village on the outskirts of Patna (a city on the Holy Ganges). A Raja should only sit on a throne made of gold, but Elephant has spent his reign sitting on the dirt floors of humble huts like this one all over his stolen kingdom.

Hedgehog and his men are constantly on the look-out for Elephant. They want Elephant locked up so he cannot inspire his people against Her Majesty. Wanted posters for Elephant mock the fact his riches have been stolen by calling him the, “Pauper Prince”.

Lieutenant Bengal was the highest-ranking Sepoy in Her Majesty’s service. The men in his unit, both English and Native alike looked up to him as a hero. All but one, that is. Corporal Cobra viewed Lieutenant Bengal as a traitor to the rightful leader of the kingdom, Raja Elephant. Clearly only a traitor to the Raja would have curried enough favor with the invaders to be treated as an equal.

Cobra had pledged to see Elephant back on his throne. If that meant he must kill Bengal, so be it.