The Nine Planes of Parsnip: Scrounger Two say aye with one between 'em.

Rage at light that fades,
Break what walls, and rise.
Bare fruit, blast and bother
When none know where to stand,
And BRAVE
          though quag do mire.
Known
  1. Gout of Fire
  2. The Plug
  3. Firmly Held
  4. Drowned Man's Sorrow
  5. Breeder
Wondered At
  1. Boil
  2. From the Tree Times
 Scrounger be the strangest Plane of the Nine insofar as it confuses most who enter it. Indeed, I found it difficult to comprehend the Chaos that defines this Seething State, this Pregnant Pause in the progress one makes, when I first traversed the Planes. Why? Well...in time you shall see.

Only a deeper investigation of this place will sate your curiosity, I fear. Let us begin then by surveying our surroundings...

From Spirefall Nine, three score meters lower and six to the right, a progressive soul will find itself bathed by the quagmire of light emmanating from the great Gout. This heavy lamp thrills the mind with visions of life lost and the agony of growth, though its shadow-tones are filled with un-truths and dismay. Many linger too long, staring, only to lose themselves in tears unchecked.

Should you find yourself upon firm ground, do take care to tread softly, for the base beneath be gushy and sweet, perhaps even damp. Linger long or dally, and movement will leave you Firmly Held. At all costs, make an effort to wonder at those things From the Tree Times; they are essential for the soul who dreams towards PEACE.

Yet I shall wait yonder, at The Plug, for this Plane be a test best taken alone. I am through with school, for now, and learning consumes my time. Look for me ultimus.

Hear the music mumble a sonorous strain...

© 2001 by The Brainmole, Curator of the Forbidden Parsnip and Traveler of the Nine Planes