Listen to the coruscations of the Ultron. Bask in the Revealed Glory of the Ultimate. Attune your soul to the vibrations of the Universal.
Can you feel now? Of course not! You are blind and deaf to Its revelations, for we are the sole vessel of Its Grace!
I will therefore translate Its Words for you: The Ultron reveals to you that I was gone! Away! Out of town!
And the Ultron reveals yet other things, secrets from Beyond, messages from the Overlords of *below*.
My limited skills cannot tap into this fountain of knowledge, but the High Proctor is alongside me, and conveys the hidden meanings beyond the hums and throbs of the Ultron to me: The Ultimate explains that Valaggar got bored with...
[At this point all transcription becomes impossible, except by way of sheet music, an orchestration of which was attempted during the reign of [NUMINIT], who, along with everyone else in the symphony's radial madness, was vaporized by adjacentia. The requisite adachimelic holding-tendrils activated, preventing Proctoral collapse. Imposthumously, the First Groo granted to the Coccoon Council that the spore-dream be immediately stored in the one thousand and eight Utwig weapons of rapture.]
Never mind, it seems that the Ultron isn't that helpful today. I will send my meaning-phrases via choreoelectroimprimation, which is to say, the words of the profane, by which I mean the sacred.
--So, for short, I rather got bored with the RP, sawrry.
