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The most ancient of texts, discovered by natives of the Bora Padjora tribe in the jungles of the Nazratine, was written upon a stone tablet that legend dates from the messapantiproliphic era. The writings spoke of an ancient deity of mischief who was the scorn of this ancient place for many many many generations.
It told a tale of long past ancestors of the tribe, heroes if you will, who had by the grace of other gods, managed to capture this troublesome spirit inside of the tablet from which hey read. The sky slowly began to darken unbeknownst to the mesmerised tribe as they read, suddenly and inexplicably an angry bolt of lightning hit the stone and incomprehensible gusts of howling wind blew the pieces away into the night. From that moment forward the tribe became the playthings of this surreptitious entity that they came to name GrayWacke. For generations GrayWacke toyed with those around it. The cause of all the misfortune and madness within the Nazratine tribe. Then one day a wizened old tribesman named Puti Ka kikki devised an audacious plan to once again trap this mischievous troublemaker GrayWacke, once again, inside the confines of stone. On this occasion the stone would be a giant boulder. After a mighty astounding struggle and a gargantuan battle worthy of another epic story directed by Peter Jackson, the ritual finally took place. Shrieking wildly, GrayWacke was banished into the boulder forever... Or so was thought...
Then one night, two thousand years later, a mighty storm, unlike any seen before, forced the boulder over the edge of the cliff upon which it perched precariously, It hurtled toward the mighty river and struck loudly, smashing into the ravine below and shattering into a kazillion billion pieces, each tiny piece ricocheting far off into the distance or swept hastily away by the river. But the ancient rites had worked and GrayWacke did indeed remain confined to the stone. Only now it had become separated the mischief inside was once again released. In each and ever tiny piece. From that day forward and for thousands of years before now, tiny pieces of the mighty Graywacke have found their way into the lives of unsuspecting people and once again GrayWacke has reeked havoc and purveyed madness. Only this time on a much more personal level...
The following is one of those stories...

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