The Messenger
Ah, 'twas a dark and stormy night when we met our friend The Messenger. He was an ordinary man, out for his evening stroll, and had just passed the lake with the ducks whom he had spent half an hour chatting to (well maybe 'ordinary' isn't the best word), when a lightning bolt struck from the sky and he fell to his knees, exclaiming, "Save me now St. Anne (or possibly Satan), and I will become a messenger." (In fact, a block of fudge still marks the place today with the words "Ich will ein Messenger werden" printed on it.)
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As soon as he had uttered the words a transformation took place. A horribleterribleawful transformation which has changed the world as we know it. He blinked and suddenly he was no longer an ordinary man out for his evening stroll............................he was now.............THE MESSENGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By the power of great balls of fire a girl suddenly appeared before him. She said to him "The paths to enlightenment are many, grasshopper. I will show you the way."
He immediately took a dislike to this girl, by the name of Celia. In fact, we heard it through the grapevine that there is still great tension between the two, even though The Messenger has been renewed like ten zillion times. And that's pretty much my inspiration up. Over to you dear, in the studio.
