Prog Archives Adventures

Having screamed the secret message a swirly hypnotic vortex that looks like some kind of inter-spacial portal from a once popular 1960s tv series magically appears in the wall opposite the Big Generator picture. You stand mesmerised by the swirly hypnotic vortex as it threatens to engulf the entire wall, a major portion of the ceiling, several metres of the floor and an interesting but valueless art nouveau vase on a rococo table you failed to notice when you first awoke. The table wobbles slightly as one of its legs disappears into the portal then slowly and inexorably it tilts, unbalanced by the missing leg. You watch in dumbfound confused horror as the vase slides relentlessly towards the swirly hypnotic vortex until it succumbs to the irresistible forces within and tumbles into the room-engulfing chasm, to be followed rather quickly though unnervingly without sound, by the table itself. Regardless of the inevitable pull of the swirly hypnotic vortex, you feel compelled you to look at your hands and their cartoon-like three digits and faintly a memory forms in your mind, something dim and half forgotten, something about two-fingers of rot-gut red-eye....