The Beginning
I sprang out of a small river playing a conch one frightful autumn afternoon at 13:02. The pebbles on the beach whispered “Crayfish”; I did not know what to make of it. Not more then a second later I was struck by inanimate visions of spiraling rainbows and a booming voice said “I am your God!”, and continued “You shall call me Bouncing Balls.. err.. Avenging Barometer.. no.. Swirling Brigadier.. hmm, that’s no good.” I was confused and amused, but terribly underwhelmed. A half hour later, filled with booming mumbling, the sky(?) cleared it’s throat and proclaimed “You shall call me Kvartersakuten! Yes, Kvartersakuten!”. I thought fuzzily to myself, “no use arguing with an ambivalent booming sky voice, is there? Even if that name makes no sense what so ever, better say yes.”; so I said “Yes! Semipotent skygod Kvartersakuten! I shall serve thee until you need me no more (or until my bubbly god complex grows into a blossoming tree of fear and spawn)!”. And with that I was left standing bracingly on the beach listening to the pebbles chanting “Crayfish, Crayfish, Crayfish” in canon while a slightly larger stone wearing pink gloves took three steps back…