"Press Upon the Hop-Frog for Nauseating Wonders!"



A dear companion of mine, a certain Professor Pille at the Mount Palomine Institute of Mysteries, has just contacted me via other-worldy satellite to notify me of the recently erected "Planetary Panopticon" - a veritable log book of the inner-workings and jerkings of his most fascinating Echo World. I, as your dear friend, feel compelled to pass along this exciting discovery simply because we - here on, what his people call, "Urth" - are losing our literacy (as well as other questionable senses) in the unremitting, yet often delectable, tides of techno-media-logical stew.

This way to the Egress...

:The Portal:

But - if I am not already too late - beware Slow Children At Play! And please proceed with caution friends of all types and persuasions, for though it is natural for one to feel as a Coelacanth might feel when blinded for the first time by the fluorescence of a second millenial laboratory, one need not forget that this is, in less-than-dubious fact, an Echo World - complete with its own Autistic-Horrorists, Absurd Futility Vehicles (AFVs) and "explosive devices of astounding power." But, let this not be my final word! Marvel at their inventions! Allow their histofactoids to captivate you! Mein Gott! Take a moment to understand the worlds around you!