3AM

It's three in the morning again. Three in the fucking morning. I should be asleep, but I'm not. It's the insomnia fucking with my mind again. It teases me, it taunts me, it tortures me. And my life's a fucking mess.

The phone rings. Again. Right on fucking time. It's those little shits across the street again. I know it is, I can see them in their window when I look through my window. I don't know why I don't just unplug the fucking phone.
"Fuck you" I say, my temper simmering ever so slightly beneath boiling point.
It's only when I put the phone down that I realise that I've actually pulled myself out of my chair and answered the phone. I heard it ring, but when did I get up and walk across the room? It's late. Too fucking late. Three in the morning. Again.

Those kids, I could hear them giggling on the phone, I could see them laughing at me. They tease me, they taunt me, they torture me. They're kids for fuck's sake, why aren't they in bed? Why aren't I in bed? Three in the morning, and the insomnia is killing me. But the morning grows on, and I find no rest nor comfort in my blistering solitude. Not even a wink of sleep or a whisper of peace. The phone rings, and it drives me fucking insane.

I rarely talk and barely whisper. No one to talk to but the delinquent faggots across the street. I rarely talk. I barely whisper. The phone rings, I answer, I always fucking answer. Three in the fucking morning. In the silence and monotony, in my ever long comatose existence, I crawl up in my chair and imagine the sound of the phone ringing. I rarely eat, I barely move, I never sleep. Three in the morning, and I'm still in the same situation, can't get to fucking sleep.

So much silence, so much isolation, yet I feel like I'm still in the middle of it all. Mother of all migraines, the sounds ring on in my head, with crystal clarity magnified a hundred times. It teases me, it taunts me, it tortures me. Three in the morning, the phone rings, and it's all part of the head-splitting tremors roaring inside my head. Did I just answer the phone again? Did it even ring? I can't fucking remember and I'm beyond the point of caring any more. Insomnia, it's my worst nightmare. Three in the fucking morning.

I'd take some meds for the headache, but I know they'd be useless, and the full rage of my splitting migraines would be back up to maximum in no time. I'd take some sleeping pills, but I fear the temptation to down a whole bottle would be too fucking much for me to handle. So the phone still rings and I'm ever awake. It's three in the morning, maybe it's time to put new batteries in my clock.

Placed an order for a Newgrounds t-shirt with my $30 store credit from the writing competition. $20 on the shirt, $10 on the shipping. I'll hopefully have it within the next two weeks. It'll be my first. :3

EDIT

I made this blog post shortly before this thread was made, so I'll just edit this. I came second in the April Monthly Writing Competition, with my story, The Timekeeper. My prize is $30 in store credit. I don't have a NG shirt, so that's definitely at the top of my list. I'm thinking either the Angry Faic t-shirt or the classic logo. And then maybe a keychain or two. Actually, now that I think of it, I've got a friend who'd probably like the Dad 'n Me keychain. What about I go with the classic logo t-shirt, the angry faic keychain for myself and the dad n me keychain for a friend. Talking this out helps make the shopping easier. Any other suggestions or recommendations are welcome.

/EDIT

The song that's stuck in my head right now.

Pull the curtain, by Sum 41. I bought their Underclass Album not too long ago, and this one, to me, really stands out. I used to love the mainstream punk music, I used to adore bands like Blink-182 and Sum 41. Now, I realise their simplicity, however, I feel that this song embodies all that I loved about the genre. It's got a great energy, some awesome bursts of energy from a drastically dramatic nothingness, the melodies are catchy, the vocals are sometimes articulate, and sometimes aggressive. It's stuff like this why I enjoy listening to bands like Rise Against.

Edit

I thought I'd add a screenshot of the progress I've made on my novel so far. 11,000 words. Yup.

I got my first CD when I was 10 years old, the year was 2000. It's approaching the end of the decade and my music collection is mostly within this time frame, so I've decided to share my favourite ten songs that have come from this decade. To those who say all new music sucks, fuck you. I've picked these songs based on their musical presence, basically, musical composition, lyricism, instrumentation and delivery all factor into the totality of what I categorise as a "great" song.

10.
Band: Fourth Floor Collapse
Song: Drink Till You Drown
Album: Books With Broken Spines
Year: 2006

The chorus is catchy, the music is slow and dreamy, the lyrics are sung with much emotion, and it swells and grows into a beautiful, sad song.

9.
Band: The Killers
Song: Sam's Town
Album: Sam's Town
Year: 2006

The instrumentation is bold and over the top, glamorous at some times, and quite raw at others. The song evolves in an interesting way, with various points of the song changing and pulling towards unexpected directions. The tempo change at the end brings the song together in a very "stage musical" kind of way, and it is a really wholesome, wonderfully playful song.

8.
Band: Muse
Song: Butterflies & Hurricanes
Album: Absolution
Year: 2003

This song is very powerful and climactic. The lyrics are quite boisterous, but are sung with a raw energy that is devestatingly brilliant. The music, itself, is much the same, fast, energetic, powerful stuff. Then there's the piano solo, which is mind-blowing, very chaotic, yet somehow, blissfully articulate, the song ties together in a wonderful duality, an explosion of energy and chaos.

7.
Band: Eskimo Joe
Song: From The Sea
Album: A Song Is A City
Year: 2004

The piano riff is delightfully simple and plugs along at a humble pace. The vocals and the other instrumentations pick the song up, in what is a delightful display of melodies interacting with eachother exactly as they should. The song's not complicated, but it grows into a real soulful, real lovely piece of music.

6.
Band: Incubus
Song: Sick Sad Little World
Album: A Crow Left Of The Murder
Year: 2004

The instrumentation is loud and agressive, the rhythms, awkward. The vocals are sung with a great aggression, whilst still holding melody well. The instrumentation evolves, developing wonderfully throughout the song, although the base of the song is consistent throughout. It's a beautifully sick sad little song.

5.
Band: Cog
Song: Bird Of Feather
Album: Sharing Space
Year: 2008

The chorus is so damn catchy. The music draws you in, the vocals are passionate and anthemic. I love this song, it's a great rock song to sing along to, it's very empowering, and it's simply just completely and utterly brilliant.

4.
Band: Bliss N Eso
Song: Sea Is Rising
Album: Flying Colours
Year: 2008

This is how I think Hip Hop is supposed to be done. The lyrics are politically driven and uplifting. The string motif is catchy, and the chorus is a stroke of genius.The rhymes are cleaver, and well executed. I wish there were more music in the world like this.

3.
Band: The Living End
Song: Loaded Gun
Album: White Noise
Year: 2008

These guys are brilliant musicians, the music is catchy, the song is fast paced, and from a compositional point of view, quite intricate. The lyrics are powerful, the "story" is well executed and the meaning hits hard. This song is brilliance well above and beyond expectations.

2.
Band: Augie March
Song: This Train Will Be Taking No Passengers
Album: Strange Bird
Year: 2002

Well, the lyrics are a masterpiece in any day and age, Glenn Richards is a real wordsmith. The song is fast paced, moody, a steady driving rhythm of a train descending into madness. The instrumental arrangements are amazing, the use of brass amongst the rolling drumline and steady guitar, the clustered and chaotic piano, this song blows me away. Every time. The passion of the lyrics, the wailing cry of "traaaaaaaaaain" gets me every time. The backing vocals and the increasingly intensifying lead vocals build this song into a most intense brilliance, a cataclysmic wall of sound that leaves me gobsmacked time after time after time after time.

1.
Band: Placebo
Song: Special Needs
Album: Sleeping With Ghosts
Year: 2003

This song. When the piano kicks and and the song flowers into life, I get chills running down my spine. The vocals are raw and passionate. The instruments coming together bring about a hauntingly beautiful sensation, the impression of the surreal. It's not a complicated song, but it's one of sheer beauty. It's a song with it's fair share of flaws and blemishes, but what I love about it is that it's as if the song is saying "yes, I'm not perfect, but so what?". The song is not afraid to be who it is, it's not afraid to show its emotions and show its flaws, and that, to me, is beautiful. This song is awe inspiring, a real touching, genuine song.

Yeah, doing another one of these.

AFI - AFI
AFI - The Art of Drowning
AFI - Decemberunderground
Alien And Farm - truANT
Alkaline Trio - Crimson
Alkaline Trio - Maybe I'll Catch Fire
Alkaline Trio - Remains
Angels & Airwaves - I-Empire
Angels & Airwaves - We Don't Need To Wisper
Anti-Flag - For Blood And Empire
Aphex Twin - Drukqs
Apocalyptica - Apocalyptica
Art Vs. Science - Art Vs. Science EP
Augie March - Moo You Bloody Choir
Augie March - Strange Bird
Augie March - Sunset Studies
Augie March - Watch Me Disappear
Bag Raiders - Fun Punch EP
Bag Raiders - Turbo Love EP
Benjamin Loeb - Joplin: Piano Rags, Vol. 2
Birds of Tokyo - Day One
Birds of Tokyo - Universes
Blink-182 - Blink-182
Blink-182 - Cheshire Cat
Blink-182 - Dude Ranch
Blink-182 - Enema Of The State
Blink-182 - Feeling This (Single)
Blink-182 - Greatest Hits
Blink-182 - Take Off Your Pants And Jacket
Bliss N Eso - Flying Colours
Bloc Party - Intimacy
Bluejuice - Problems
Bodyjar - Bodyjar
The Cat Empire - The Cat Empire
Chase & Status - More Than Alot
The Chemical Brothers - Push The Button
The Chemical Brothers - Surrender
The Chemical Brothers - We Are The Night
Cog - The New Normal
Cog - Sharing Space
Coldplay - A Rush Of Blood To The Head
Coldplay - X&Y
Coldplay - Parachutes
Cut Copy - In Ghost Colours
Daft Punk - Alive 2007
Daft Punk - Daft Club
Daft Punk - Discovery
Daft Punk - Homework
Daft Punk - Human After All
Daft Punk - One More Time (Single)
The Dandy Warhols - Earth To The Dandy Warhols
The Dandy Warhols - Thirteen Tales From Urban Bohemia
The Dandy Warhols - Welcome To The Monkey House
David Stanhope - The Best Ever Piano Music Collection (Disc 1)
Deadmau5 - Ghosts N Stuff (Single)
Disturbed - Believe
Disturbed - The Sickness
Disturbed - Ten Thousand Fists
DJ Fresh - Escapre From Planet Monday
Does It Offend You, Yeah? - You Have No Idea What You're Getting Yourself Into
Drapht - Brothers Grimm
Dream Theatre - Greatest Hit (...And 21 Other Pretty Cool Songs)
Dream Theatre - Octavarium
Dream Theatre - Systematic Chaos
Empire Of The Sun - Walking On A Dream
Eskimo Joe- Inshalla
Eskimo Joe - A Song Is A City
Evermore - Real Life
Evol Intent - Era Of Diversion
Foo Fighters - In Your Honour
Foo Fighters - Echoes, Silence, Patience & Grace
Fourth Floor Collapse - Books With Broken Spines
Fourth Floor Collapse - Victoria
Franco Platino - Guitar Recital
Franz Ferdinand - You Could Have It So Much Better
The Fray - How To Save A Life
Gareth Koch - A Guitar Anthology
Good Charlotte - The Chronicles Of Life And Death
Good Charlotte - Good Charlotte
Good Charlotte - Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous (Single)
Good Charlotte - The Young And The Hopeless
Grafton Primary - Eon
Grinspoon - Thrills Kills And Sunday Pills
Groove Armada - Greatest Hits
Hilltop Hoods - State Of the Art
Howard Shore - The Lord Of The Rings: The Return Of The King
Idil Beret - Chopin: Piano Favourites
Incubus - A Crow Left Of The Murder
Incubus - Light Grenades
Incubus - Make Yourself
Incubus - Morning View
Isador Goodman - The Best Ever Piano Music Collection (Disc 3)
Jeno Jando - Bach: The Well-Tempered Clavier, Book 2
John Champ - The Best Ever Piano Music Collection (Disc 2)
John Williams - Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone
John Williams - Star Wars Episode 1
John Williams - Star Wars Episode 2
John Williams - Star Wars Episode 3
John Williams - Star Wars Episode 4
John Williams - Star Wars Episode 5
John Williams - Star Wars Episode 6
Karnivool - Sound Awake
Karnivool - Themata
The Killers - Day & Age
The Killers - Hot Fuss
The Killers - Sam's Town
The Killers - Sawdust
Kings Of Leon - Because Of The Times
Klaus Badelt - Pirates Of The Carribean: The Curse Of The Black Pearl
Ladyhawke - Ladyhawke
The Living End - From Here On In The Singles 1997-2004
The Living End - Hellbound
The Living End - It's For Your Own Good
The Living End - The Living End
The Living End - Modern ARTillery
The Living End - Roll On
The Living End - State Of Emergency
The Living End - Under The Covers
The Living End - What's On Your Radio (Single)
The Living End - White Noise
Matchbox Twenty - Disease (Single)
Matchbox Twenty - More Than You Think You Are
Metallica - Death Magnetic
MGMT - Oracular Spectacular
Mistabishi - Drop
Modest Mouse - Good News For People Who Love Bad News
Muse - Absolution
Muse - Black Holes & Revelations
Muse - Hullabaloo
Muse - Origin Of Symmetry
Muse - Showbiz
Nine Inch Nails - Year Zero
Pendulum - Hold Your Colour
Pendulum - In Silico
Phrase - Clockwork
Placebo - Battle For The Sun
Placebo - Meds
Placebo - Sleeping With Ghosts
Placebo - Without You I'm Nothing
Pnau - Pnau
Powderfinger - Internationalist
The Presets - Apocalypso
The Presets - Beams
The Prodigy - Invaders Must Die
The Prodigy - Their Law (The Singles 1990-2005)
R.E.M. - In Time: The Best Of R.E.M. 1988-2003
Radiohead - Amnesiac
Radiohead - The Bends
Radiohead - Hail To The Thief
Radiohead - I Might Be Wrong : Live Recordings
Radiohead - In Rainbows
Radiohead - Kid A
Radiohead - OK Computer
Radiohead - Pablo Honey
Rise Against - Appeal To Reason
Rise Against - Siren Song Of The Counter Culture
Rise Against - The Sufferer And The Witness
Sigur Ros - Með Suð Í Eyrum Við Spilum Endalaust
Sigur Ros - Takk...
Silverchair - The Best Of, Volume 1
Simple Plan - No Pads, No Helmet, Just Balls
Simple Plan - Still Not Getting Any...
Smashing Pumpkins - Greatest Hits
Sparkadia - Postcards
Sum 41 - Chuck
Sum 41 - Does This Look Infected?
Sum 41 - In Too Deep (Single)
Sum 41 - Underclass Hero
System Of A Down - System Of A Down
Taxiride - Garage Mahal
Venetian Snares - Rossz Csillag Alatt Szuletett
The Vines - Winning Days
Violaine Corradi - Dralion
Years Around The Sun - Introstay EP
3 Doors Down - The Better Life
3 Doors Down - Seventeen Days
3 Doors Down - 3 Doors Down
+44 - When Your Heart Stops Beating
Various - The Best Of Satie
Various - Cavatina: Highlights From The Guitar Collection
Various - Gershwin: Piano Concerto In F, Rhapsody In Blue, An American In Paris
Various - Glass: Violin Concerto, Company, Akhnaten (Excerpts)
Various - Goa Neo Full On Volume 3
Various - Hed Kandi: The Mix 2009
Various - Housexy Autumn 08
Various - Jungle Sound Gold [Pendulum Mix]
Various - Sculthorpe: Earth Cry, Piano Concerto, Kakadu
Various - Strauss (R): Don Juan, Till Eulenspiegel, Also Sprach Zarathustra
Various - Vivaldi: The Four Seasons, Concerto Alla Rustica
Various - The 2008 Annual Ministry Of Sound

Lighthouse Song

It's my latest song. And I'm going to put it on the album I'm working on, Sidechained Melody.

Go give it a listen and a vote and review.

<3

ANUS DOT COM

I came across it whilst researching Aristotle's Golden mean for my Ethical Theory essay. I don't know what these guys were thinking when they named their website. I don't know what I was thinking when I picked this topic for my Journalism class. I've got about another 1,100 words to go AND prepare a 10-15 minute speech to go with it. I have a little over 12 hours. And my brain is clearly not in it, as you can probably tell by my childish need to share my discovery of anus dot com.

Yeah fuck you guys. :(

I'm studying Journalism and Film & Television at University, and I'm not wholly interested in either. I'm interested in part of each, but I'm wondering if I should drop out at the end of semester rather than endure a further 2 and a half years. Last night I asked myself why I was studying journalism. I couldn't think of an answer, besides, a degree wouldn't guarantee a job, and I'm starting to find it a bit of a waste of time. Sucks.

Musically, I'm feeling great. Producing songs on FL 8 and 8.5 (BETA) have been a dream. I've been having a lot of fun messing around with new synth VSTi's and VST effects. I've been messing around with new styles of messing around with the sounds, the drums. Early last year, I was also coming up with a fair amount of music that what I considered at the time to be the best I could offer. I put the music on NG and stringed a handful of songs together to become my little "Colours of Music EP". Right now, I've got one particular style I'm sticking with, and adding variety around, and I've strung together 4 complete tracks thus far, as well as 3 demos in the works. I'm chipping away at them as I type. If you've listened to my music in the past and liked what you've heard, you might like my new music, however, I feel that the quality and 'professionalism' is of a higher standard than what I've done in the past. I'm still an amateur, and I can't see that changing any time in the near future, but then again, my goal is to have fun and to share my music around. To be honest, I don't think there's an accurate representation of what I'm working on at the moment, other than my latest four songs.

The tracklisting so far is:
1. Crawl_Space
2. Moon Bears From Outer Space
3. Empathy
4. Barricade
5. Particle Surfer (Demo)
6. Refraction (Demo)
7. Zombionic (Demo)

I'll add more as I start working on them.

Yeah, I'm excited for what the future holds.
I would have liked to have submitted a demo of one of the songs as a little Pico Day present, but I thought it better to hang on to them until they're ready for public ears. :3
Happy Pico day Newgrounds!

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He sat in his immense throne of shimmering black obsidian. The Timekeeper, a giant of a man, held perfect posture, gripping the arms of his throne with his bone-white fingers. He was gazing nonchalantly past the billowing gossamer curtains, out into the grey snowy skies, and over his metropolitan empire. He held in his hand a letter he had read through no less than a hundred times, yet it wasn't until now that he could bear to throw the letter to the floor in disgust. It was a warrant for his arrest, signed by the High Chancellor, and approved by the seven other Chancellors of the Society. Why? The Timekeeper's reign over the city had come to its appointed close, yet the Timekeeper, like numerous others before him, had grown dependant of his power, and refused to step down and hand the city over to his apprentice in waiting. He sat in his throne, well aware that the High Chancellor was climbing the very steps of the Timekeeper's tower, with twenty of the city's most disciplined guards in tow.

The Timekeeper rose from his throne, and with elegant strides he walked across the room to his liquor cabinet. He poured a translucent amber toxin into a crystal glass before raising the glass to his thin, dry lips and letting the warm potion slither down his throat. He turned back to glance at the door. A magnificent darkwood mass, framed by a tall, golden archway. Beyond that door, his destiny approached. Five hundred steps, the High Chancellor and his guards had climbed, yet five hundred more remained. There was not a drop of sweat on his brow, instead, the furrowed lines of determination. The Timekeeper stared at the only door in the room, he knew there was no escape.

The Timekeeper took another gulp of his beverage, savouring the smooth taste as it swelled and blossomed in his mouth.
"It shouldn't have to come to this" he said to himself, with bitterness deep set in his voice.
The drink in his hand was imported Clementine Whiskey, no ordinary alcohol, and it had already begun biting down on the Timekeeper's mind.
"My apprentice should have-" He left the sentence hanging, his eyes seemed to have glazed over, lost in a reminiscent trance. "My apprentice..."
He drank deeply, and memories from his past came gushing forth in brilliant clarity, yet these memories rolled before his mind for the last time. The alcohol worked in mysterious, mystical ways, he recalled his memories too perfectly, only for them to erase from his mind moments later. Such was the tragic beauty of the Clementine grog.

"My apprentice should have been here a week ago, to relieve me of my duties. My apprentice should have been here with me, with the eight Chancellors of the Society, but he was not." The Timekeeper spoke as if poisoned with a truth serum, not intending to say what he did, but compelled to regurgitate his thoughts and memories to the empty room. He wasn't in the tower, so the Timekeeper remained until such a time where the Council thought it suitable to terminate his contract.
The Timekeeper sucked in the remaining liquid from his glass and walked over to the fireplace. With a strike of flint against the stone wall of the fireplace, sparks flew onto the dry logs. He sprayed the whiskey from his mouth onto the little fires, providing them with enough juice to grow and flower and latch onto the logs.
"The council's guard found no trace of the whereabouts of my successor. They could not find him because I murdered him." He threw his glass into the fireplace, giving in to a mischievous chuckle, breathing in the alcoholic fumes that emanated from the flames.

He drank some more, he lifted the bottle clumsily to his lips, not caring to wipe away the dribble down his chin, not caring that he sloshed the bottle and stained his robe.
"I tutored my apprentice. I taught him everything he knew, from everything I knew, yet he failed to understand the power and responsibility as I did. He was irresponsible! Incapable of lasting a week or two in the job, let alone a decade!" The Timekeeper spat in frustration before staggering across to his desk. He picked up some documents and ditched them aggressively into the fireplace.

"They told me I should sit tight, and they'd come for me once they'd sorted this mess out. They reassured me, they lied to my fucking face. They knew I'd done something to my successor, they just needed the time to forage for evidence." The Timekeeper laughed malevolently and grabbed the stoker from beside the fireplace. With aggression piercing through his muscles, the Timekeeper flailed the stoker dangerously along the wall, knocking down photographs, paintings and certificates. He flung the stoker across the room, where his pent up aggression bounced harmlessly off the wall.
"The Chancellors, they were like ravens. Vicious, vile creatures of prey. They lied, and I believed them. They hadn't figured out my murder just yet, but it was only a matter of time before they fabricated documents and had me carted away. I wasn't just going to hand down my legacy. Did they expect me to just hand over my life's work, the result of a lifetime of my own sweat and blood, to an amateur? Did they expect me to walk away?" He continued to drink himself into a sea of troubled memories, further into the path of destruction and despair.

The Timekeeper howled a mournful, melancholic cry of which only tortured and wounded beasts may cry. The Timekeeper was as ruthless and vicious a leader as they come, yet his devastation proved that even he, even the Timekeeper was not immortal, even the Timekeeper could suffer as we do, we men of flesh and blood.
"They hated me, they loathed me. If they could have, they would have killed me shortly after I became Timekeeper." He grappled the table, and in one swift motion, he upturned it, sending the numerous foreign objects on it soaring through the air. The Timekeeper's ornate silver knife, which doubled as a letter opener, reached its apex somewhere high above his head, and came down with a frightening precision, penetrating the stone floor with its sharpened tip, cutting deep enough to remain upstanding. It joined the rest of the clutter on the floor.

Another swig, and the Timekeeper became wilder and more aggressive as he sunk further into inebriation. In the chaos and confusion, his memories came faster, and with a sharper clarity, piercing his mind, cleaving it into millions and billions of fragments, pulling the synapses apart and bestowing upon the Timekeeper with the mother of all migraines. He stumbled to his knees, mumbling unintelligible curses. The High Chancellor and his Guards were within earshot, their echoed footsteps amplifying infinitely, crushing his eardrums and causing the Timekeeper to writhe and recoil in agony. They came to claim him. They came to take his tortured body from the wreckage that was his office.
"No..." The Timekeeper whispered, his past flashing before his eyes, his mind destroying upon itself. Blood trickled from the Timekeeper's numerous facial orifices.
The High Chancellor wrenched open the door to the Timekeeper's office.
"NO!" The Timekeeper said aloud, his pinkish blood bubbling from his mouth.
"Hello Timekeeper" The High Chancellor said, with a hint of malice intoned in his voice. "As you are no doubt aware, I've come to arrest you."
"NOOOO!" The Timekeeper cried out in anguish, for he knew that he would rot for an eternity if he went with the High Chancellor.

The Timekeeper mustered all his remaining energy, picked himself up from the floor and leapt through the gossamer curtains off the edge of the balcony and out of the tower, the wind rushing past his face. People on the street looked up in shock and horror, the High Chancellor ran to the balcony, watching the old man's body tumble around in the wind. He fell high and he fell hard, dead on impact, all the High Chancellor could see was the pile of rags that was the Timekeeper's robes. He rushed to the stairs, running down them as fast as humanly possible. He barged open the doors of the tower, and knelt by the Timekeeper's side. The High Chancellor shifted the Timekeeper's robes, to see his face, yet there was no face to be seen. Nor was there a body, either, the robes seemed void of any mass or life entirely. The High Chancellor lifted the robes into his arms, at which point he could feel something moving in the robes. He untangled the bundle, and was greeted with the slight whimper of a perfectly healthy baby child.
"Blessed be the Timekeeper" The High Chancellor uttered to himself in disbelief. He lifted the child in the robes above his head and spoke to the crowd of onlookers. "Friends, my dear friends, we have witnessed a miracle today. A new Timekeeper is born. Long live the Timekeeper!"