[center][h1][color=indianred]Hector Cavala[/color][/h1][/center]

Through the haze of a Sublimated-Elixir-and-Marijuana cocktail, Hector saw his Servant take a toke from his glorious gift. it was probably just the Psilocybin talking, but Hector was simultaneously extremely proud and extremely satisfied at Solovei's willingness to try new things. The Sublimated Joint was a rare privilege, and that Solovei was so willing to try it was a clear sign of taste.


"[color=indianred]Goes right to ya head, yeah? Works even better if you give it a little juice. Here, watch this--[/color]" Hector's veins pulsed a gentle blue as Hector spread a small amount of prana through his body. "[color=indianred]The principle of prana infusion in organic chemistry basically says that any drug is enhanced, or "reinforced", by a certain amount of mana being added to its chemical composition. However, when prana is added to a drug [i]already being metabolized[/i], you wrstgrfl halxyzzy fkum![/color]"

Hector sped through the recesses of his mind, flying on wings of intoxicated bliss. Bands of tubby noises and rays of fluffy feelings passed Hector by, giving him a strong feeling of holistic interconnectiveness with the extraphysical quantum foam of the multiverse. Time slowed down as it sped up, and space folded itself into impossible shapes before his very eyes. Hector's balls tripped and his brain blazed as his third, fourth, and fifth eyes opened and saw the world for what it was.

Swirling metal dragons erupted out of the street like ants, coating the earth in a tide of scintillating jeweled scales. Gusts of wicked fairies blew in from up north, picking brick and mortar clean. Men's faces melted and women's bodies bulged in unusual ways.

Eons passed. Civilizations rose and fell. Hector, the Lizard King, crossed the desert on a nameless faceless beast, and secured his station as the ruler of the Earth. Hector's gossamer robes reflected the cruel sun's light and very tastefully accentuated his genuine Naugahyde moccasins. As the Grand Coronation Ceremony of the Elucidation Reptillian-Human Alliance graciously wore down, Hector briefly retired to have a well-deserved rest.

Hector blinked. He was back in the hotel bathroom, with Solovei. Not even five seconds had passed since he had blacked out.

The most entertaining thing about the Sublimated Joint was the Microtrip. A man could live dozens of lifetimes in the handful of hours it took for the Elixir to wear off. The most dangerous side effect of prolonged Sublimated Joint usage was not smoke inhalation of drug intoxification, but the staggering disappointment after the fact.

"[color=indianred]So,[/color]" Hector said, a bit unsteadily. "[color=indianred]you wanna grab something to eat?[/color]"

[@Flamelord]