THE LEGEND OF UR
AS TOLD BY CHARLES OCTAVIOUS SLAYTON


Charles Octavius Slayton's UrTOWN: Blood. Ha. Shoot.

Allegedly written in cuneiform and translated into English by the author, UrTOWN was actually written in an erratic gibberish which dissolved into indecipherable squiggles. Mr. Slayton was rather lazy in his translations, but he prefers to take the stance that he is thumbing his nose at those who cannot understand his version of "cuneiform." The following is from a notebook he kept while he was outlining the first five parts of his twenty-five part novel.

PART ONE

Two children. One smaller than the other staring blankly ahead. Their hands web. Soon their hands are covered with green goo.
"I'd tear its heart out if it had a heart," sez one.
"Okay...tear iff its heads. Okay, now tear off its tail," sez the other.
Whole species were ripped apoart and smashed back together. Rome was founded in their laps. The pair was obsessed with revolutions. They revelled in building gladiator slave armies, vigilante groups, every renegade ground leading up to the rabble rousers who left the rubble of Urbanvillburgopolis to found the city of New Cincinatti in the new part of outer space which was subsequently conquered by the fire breathing inside-out crustaceans who rule most of the universe today. Right, left, squish, poke, the present. They were vicious. They paused only twice. The taller of the two muses.
"Can one inanimate object love another inanimate object?" he was promptly sneered at and pummelled by his shorter colleague. The second time they stopped for good as they were swallowed whole by their anonymous grand merz daddye Kurt S. Kurt S. raises his pincer hands in victory, while his grand merz kiddied bang their heads agains the wall of his stomach. His stomach murmurs:
"What's this?"
"A fork. The next time someone bothers you, you scoop their eye out."
"Why not just carry a knife?"
"it works, I tell ya. This was papa's eye scoopin for. He must have had six and one half kids running around and he gave his eye scoopin' fork." (emphasis added.)
"One and one and one and one and one and one and onehalf."
Kurt S. gave his belly a good thwak with one of his pincer hands. Murmurs dissolve into whimpers and then into the occasional sigh. A bell rings. It seems that...


PART TWO

Things fell apart. Then they were glued back together again, given hot rod flame decals and hovercraft capabilities. Everything was set to a tango and pushed off a cliff. In summary, Kurt S. was given the key to the City of New Cincinatti. However he had an incredible stutter during his acceptance speech, so bad he was imprisoned. While in prison, a pirate ship sauntered by and emancipated (arrrr! Urrrr!) all the prisoners except Kurt S. He stayed behind and turned the prison into a world class gym. While spotting an eldery woman who was pumping five hundred pound barbells, he coughed up his grand merz kiddies, forcing the woman to drop the barbells on her head. He is sued by the family. Before further charges are incurred, he runs to the city of Ur. On the way there he is incinerated by a fire breathing inside-out crustacean.

PART THREE

Urbanvillburgopolis, city of. (Ur for short) - Three years earlier.
An epicenter. The place to be. Natural disasters of all sorts occurred all the time and it effected nobody. And it affected them even less. At the center of it all, the anonymous Merz family. Everything was attributed, good and bad, to them. They were great poets who ate their young. Not only did that eat their young butŠ

PART FOUR

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