Spinning FaorGhn

What the hell is he doing, right? Is this another one of his tricks? Is he having fun? Is he trying to annoy Pomelo? No, to all of that. He’s acting as a beacon, the son of a bitch. I thought he was the only one of his species of whatever the fuck is he. He told me that, you know. He told me that he is a god. But he’s not. Or at least as far as I can understand. But well, everything started when we were drinking some ale at my house, and he trusted me that issue and I told him “oh so you should be on my Eternal Journey collection”, he, eyes wide open asks “what the fuck are you talking about?, what’s that?”, and well, I told him that I was painting him, recording everything he did and trying to make the chronicles of everything that was happening in my world. He then smashed his beer on my face, and began to act really weird, asking why would I do that and all sort of paranoid questions. “I make money out of this”, I told him. “I have to eat, you know”. But he wouldn’t understand. He got a little violent, even that tiny eye that grows out of him came out, shining like crazy. They had a discussion in a language I have never heard before. It was so gutural, so deep and ancient that drove me a little nuts, to be honest. I told him (them) to slow down a little, that we could talk through it, but he pushed me back with those fucking psychic pulses of his, and I hit the wall. Then, a few moments later, I woke up and he was spinning like a mad man (mad god), and he started to emit a purple light, like dithered, that covered him a little, from bottom to top. I used an electromagnetic gun I’ve made when I realized that FaorGhn worked like a robot, and he could be neutralized like one. So I fucking did it. But I didn’t chained him or anything like that, I just waited until he woke up, and we talked about this. It’s all good. But it’s another kind of “all good”. It’s the superficial “all good”. I’m fucking watching my back, and so should he. I won’t fucking allow an army of blue headed gods in MY, FUCKING, WORLD. So here I am. Third day without having a proper sleep. Not even an hour of sleep. I’m functioning thanks to Gilbert’s provisions. He’s kind of an alchemist, did I tell you that? Did you know that? How the fuck could you know anything of that if I haven’t told you that before? I fancy that you are not on FaorGhn’s side, eh? You fuckers. I’m sharing this shit with you, don’t betray me. No fucking around with Pomelo. Watch my back, I want to get a few hours of sleep. I’ll know if you do something shady, you fucker. Beautiful infidel. I love you, but if I have to, I will destroy you. Bye