Waking standing up is unusual for me after I verse out. The last time I recall such happened, I versed into an Iron Maiden.



Black and white tiled floor stood underneath me, and behind me a broken edge of flooring threatened. A thousand feet below, a purple and green hurricane blew while people rested in air, below the floor and above the hurricane, playing cards or having tea as far as I could see.



A dreadful sense of forboding seized me. There are places that many visit with Naga World heading the list. There are places that people hate to visit such as Darwin’s Society. The only place that is on both lists is a certain nightmarish cafe’ I have heard tell tale of from several versers.



I turn against my will to see a restauraunt. Elvis and Marilyn are dancing in a corner. People are just standing or being fixed in chairs with no clue how to use them; which come to think of it included me.



What or how did you use a chair, a fork, a knife, or a fletchette auto-cannon? My mind ws blank. We were in a Chaos Realm where technology was simply inoperable. Everything I saw was a product of magic.



“Tinkerbells” flew about delivering finger food, and air-drawn bubbles of drink.



The doorman with his eyeball strung out on his cheek said.

“Madness takes its toll; please have exact change.” None of my readily accessible coinage would do. I had to dig in my backpack for a clay counter from Sumeria that a god-king gave me.



The ever-shifting script by the door proclaimed this to be the “Edge of Madness Cafe;”.



The bar keep got me with a glassy-eyed stare my order of blue cheese and hot wings and a Coke. I’d heard tell that he had made this place, but he would not talk to me.



I saw Babe Ruth playing a baseball pinball game, and Neil Armstrong climbing down off a table to make his famous speech.



Worse, I saw people from my childhood, and earlier versions of myself engaged in moments that stick in the memory. It could help you work through issues, revisit fond memories, or just cause your cheeks to burn red.



I saw several versers walk in, look around, and verse themselves out within minutes. Obviously it was not to their taste.



The theory I developed was that the place somehow fed on your emotional intensity, and the strongest emotion that can be maintained over a long period of time without evoking violent and destructive responses is embarrassment. Soon, I could take no more despite feeling a bit straightened out in the head, and I dove off the edge, and through the eye of the hurricane.



The Chaos Gate took me elsewhere.



Tadeusz