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As many of you know, I work in a music store. There are times when business is terribly slow. Slow beyond boredom-inducing. It can become downright threatening to one's sanity. Fortunately, I am already insane, and convert further insanity into quasi-creativity. This is a piece of a larger work that came of a long stretch of slow time, while I was alone in my department. one of the pages of the memoirs of a DSM (department sales manager). I was bored. So very bored...enjoy: Manager's Log- Storedate 2.1.06.02 I have been stranded behind this god-forsaken counter for what seems like aeons. The habitat, however, seems for the most part non-hostile. A survey of my surroundings suggests a polytheistic native society, the walls draped with metallic idols to various gods. Upon further study, I may be able to decipher the true forms or significance of the natives' spiritual leaders, as it is quite difficult to picture any form of being in the shape of these monuments, as people tend to see themselves in their gods' image and the inhabitants I've seen have looked nothing like them. For now, I will have to assume that they worship via interpretive art, allowing their obvious...creativity...to appease the spirits they serve. I have not explored far beyond the crash site, but can make out the borders of what appear to be five different nations, or "departments," as I've overheard some aboriginals call them. Each seems to have its own form of the aforementioned interpretive idols prominently displayed, yet general peace between all nations seems to exist. This leads me to believe that this society has advanced beyond religious violence, or perhaps in support of my theory, each social group has its own interpretive monuments to what may actually be the same gods. Manager's Log- Storedate 2.2.06.02 The natives seem to prefer an all black garb, which by pure good fortune happens to be my uniform's color. Because of this, they have been peaceable, accepting me as one of their own. One in particular stands out from the rest. He (I believe the being to be male) has darker skin, a large beard, and a ball-like crown on his head. It is because of his unique qualities that I assume he is a leader within this society. Continually refering to me as "Mendelberry," I am lead to believe my name is unpronouncable in the native tongue. It's intriguing, really... Manager's Log- Storedate 2.3.06.02
It occurs to me that I seem to be the only inhabitant of my nation. Hanging ominously above me are several black pods, vaguely resembling the idols on the walls. Perhaps this nations's populace spawn from these cocoons carved in the images of their respective personal spirit guides. I do hope that the new generation are as amicable as the current life forms. Though, I suppose I could possibly escape before they "hatch..."
Some feeble attempts at communication have been made. Two, from the western nation, attempted to talk to me, one about "second hand souls," and the other "audiot," as other nations call them attempted to sell me an item off my own counter which he had hidden under his jacket before hurriedly skittering away... Manager's Log- Storedate 2.4.06.02 Several trade routes seem to run through the world. Skittering, outlandish beings known as "customers" by the natives move in and around the nations, trying timidly to communicate their primitive thoughts to the far more advanced aboriginal species. Perhaps I won't rush off this rock just yet, i believe more research is required first. I feel there is much to learn here... ~Lee
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