Lunchboxicus

Look, he just sits in his hazy bubble. He never seems to cause any trouble. His mechanical constructs sharing his mind. Answers to the universe theirs to find. Steam and smoke fill the halls. The walls of his mind start to fall. Pushing new boundaries, Discovering new things. his knowledge is sacred. Loose yourself, and explore his dreams. His thoughts are a play ground His emotions the swings, Your high in the world your low in the pits You leap in the sky crimson mixes with sweat. And so sits our wizard in this hazy bubble. His life isn't perfect, but it keeps him from trouble.

And so the wizard had his magical constructs of brass and steam. They peered from his tower out on the other intellectuals. Deep rooted hatred stemmed from inside the wizard and his constructs, but the wizard saw the magnificence of the other intellectuals how much potential they had to evolve. The wizard was asked several times to come help with their evolution, but the masked wizard turned away. He refused to evolve with the others until someone shared their knowledge with him.

(I was told I should write more, but I think she was being nice... Enjoy this I guess.) There sat the wizard... Alone in his darkness, His brass heart thundering with rage, Steam rocketed from his pipes, he plotted and schemed as he stared out his window. It was the day where other intellectuals and morlocks alike shared this forbidden knowledge in a joyous festival, Sharing gifts and what not. But did the wizard receive a gift... No... and watching the others laugh about this forbidden knowledge fueled the angry flames in his head. And so he created,,, The wizard built marvelous beasts made of brass and steam, and brought to life using the