As far as the politics of the core worlds go, TARKIN was king. He had more pull in his lengthy, purposeful, yet horribley old and decrepit cock than the Emperor did in his massive Sith dick. It wasn't surprising when DARKMOK a fanatical hosiery enthusiast, and low ranking Imperial Officer became incredibly jealous of THE MOFF's antique pair of eye glasses. In fact it was common at that time in the Empire for the more devious of the Moffs to show their rank and black circulations with the wearing of ancient eye glasses. DARKMOK, who was at that time with Jalad at Tanagra, found himself in a strange position, was it the glasses who made the man?
By searching his soul, and pouring through the ancient tomes and scrolls it became obvious that these glasses were owned by SHAKA WHEN THE WALLS FELL, a large amorphous hulk of whispering lips and writhing pours. He had been declared MIA (Missing in ACT-I-ON) nearly 15 some odd moments prior to the moment that had currently eclipsed the once sovereign great moment.
"ah yes" DARMOK thought to himself. His musings were so intense they eclipsed his reality. And DARMOK felt the size and breadth of his quizzications upon his brow. And so it was born, the new era, for the God, of the harvest began the new era.



IT FELT THEIR SHAPES UPON ITS HALO OF FILTH, BLASTING UPON THE EYES AND SOULS OF ALL WHO LET DIMMED AND TIRED SIGHT FALL UPON THAT BLACK CORONA. JETTING ABOUT AND PULLING ITSELF ACROSS ITS OWN HORRID BODY, IT SHUTTERED WITH THE SOUNDS OF DISTANT THUNDERING, AS IF IN COMMUNION WITH NATURE'S FURRY AND RABID BLOOD, WHICH SHOT ACROSS THE SKY IN BLASTS OF WRATHFUL LIGHTNING.
AND SITTING UPON THE SEA ITS WHOLE SIZE WAS KNOWN, AS THE TIDES CAME TO THE HEAD OF EVERY DOOR, AND EVERY MAST WAS PULLED BELOW TO KRAKEN'S HOME. IT WAS NOW ITS TIME.