W.D. Chicken

### Relatives

L.B. Chicken (Father, deceased) Agatha Chicken (Mother)Gunther Chicken (Brother)

### Affiliation

W.D. Arms and Ammunition, L.B. Chicken Architecture

## W.D. Chicken

Wilhelm Dolph Chicken, typically stylized as W.D. Chicken, is the son of real estate mogul L.B. Chicken and inheritor of his corporate holdings. Resultingly, he is the current CEO of L.B. Chicken Architecture. He is also the owner and founder of W.D. Fine Arms and Ammunition and the primary shareholder of the HappyFoods chain of restaurants.

### Ongoing projects

L.B. Chicken Architecture has played a considerable role in Upper Kuba Downtown Revitalization Project alongside Gobby Industries. Most notably, L.B. Real Estate built the Dorsia Restaurant and Hotel and was awarded the government contract for the construction of the NKVD Kuban Headquarters.

### Disappearance from the public eye

Following the death of L.B. Chicken, W.D. Chicken went missing for a period of several months. Public rumor holds that he had a mental breakdown and was sent overseas to recover, but a recently leaked P.I. report suggests that he had completely gone missing.

### Walking the Path

(NOTE: This information is not circulated in the Kube, and appears only in the personal journal of W.D. Chicken.)

Screaming. Collapse. The spire’s apex. A corpse, flames burning inside out and sideways. Reality torn. L.B. Chicken is dead. A rift opens. Madness spills forth. I fall to my knees and watch as my world crumbles.

Compulsion. Monotony. Urges. Towers rise atop the Cube. The grave calls to me. For whom does the bell toll? Defilement. I need to see it. The Corpse. The Corpse is Gone and the Corpse is There. Flames burning inside out and sideways. The eyes have run from the skull. Skin boiled away from the bone. I am standing in a pool of flesh. I lay. I lie in the flesh of my progenitor. Seven days and seven nights. Am I dead? I am dead. I am alive. I am Alive. The Black Keep. The Violet King. Walk the path.

Seeing through His eyes. Everything. Nothing. Hatred and vengeance. Fear? Fear. Darkness and light. Blinding, boiling, biting cold, complete blindness. Seeing so far and so little. Everything. Nothing. Everything. Nothing. So far and so little.

Distance. Loneliness. A moment of clarity. Friends and colleagues fear and worry for me. I’ve shut myself away. The bottom of the spire, the laboratory. I must find a way into the unreality, the sea of souls. No. I must find a way to survive it. They search for me but do not find me. I do not want to be found. Leave me be. Walk the path. Walk the path. Walk the Path.

A spell. A bubble. Chains and blades. I walk through a swirling amethyst mist and into the depths of subconscious depravity. Lust. Gluttony. Pride. Wrath. Avarice. Sloth. Envy. The Black Keep. Walk the Path. The Violet King. A twisted joyful visage.

Nightmares. Black leathery wings. Rivers of boiling blood. Screams from everywhere. From behind me. Flames burning inside out and sideways. Flames burning inside out and sideways. Flames Burning. Brimstone. Hellfire. Decay and rebirth. Twisted musculature. Stones leaking mucus. A Kuban child. What does it do here? What does it do here? I kill it. Mercy. Mercy. Mercy. A Twisted Joyful Visage. Taunting, rasping laughter from everywhere. From behind me.

I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall.I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall.I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall.I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall.

Cold. Ice. Violet fluid drips from the roof of the place I am in and into my flesh. Walk the Path. I march. Step. Step. Step. It is quiet. Step. Step. Step. Step. Barbarian Kingdoms. Graves of forgotten Gods. The walls sob. Heretical isolationists. Am I so easily swayed? I am. I am. Walk the Path. Have I been here so long? I have. I have. Walk the Path. A wall. A door? Infinity. I am stranded. Am I? I am not. I traverse the infinite. A journey come to an end. To give is to gain. So it is. And So it has always been. You who walked the Path. Enter the Black Keep. The Black Keep.

I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall.I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall.I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall.I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall. I fall.

The Black Keep. A moat of blood and of boiling torment. Screaming. Crying. Flames burning inside out and sideways. Endless. A twisted Joyful Visage. I am expected. Embraced. Close enough to touch and be touched. Wrapped in shadow. Teeth like spines. Eyes that flicker inside out and sideways. Formless. Suddenly Formed. Teeth like teeth. Wrapped in green flesh. Violet eyes. Extravagant garb. TanTan. Divine King of the Kuban Hyperstate.

Malice. Hatred. From him or from me? A pawn? I am a pawn. I am not a pawn. He reaches into my mind. Through my fragile magic. Through my fragile reality. I am expected. He speaks. Breathing reason through my madness. A moment of clarity.

“Why did you do it?” He knows what I speak of.

“I did what I must. The kube has grown extravagant. Stagnant. Submissive.” Stagnant. Submissive. Stagnant. Submissive. Submit. Submit. Submit. I do not want to. He reaches a hand out to hold my cheek as though we have known each other many years. Old. Powerful. Submit. Submit. Submit. I do not want to. “And because you and I are not so different.” We are. “You walked the path to exact vengeance on me. As I did to exact vengeance on those who came after me. On the Union. On the Kube. On the Jebbics.” A grand tragedy to my personal tragedy. Sympathy? Submit. Submit. Submit. I do not want to. “I can give you what you want. I can give you your father.” You and I are not so different. We are. I can give you what you want if only you submit. I do not want to.

“You and I are not so different.” I say to him.

“We are not.” He responds. Bargaining. I do not just want my father back.

“If I am indispensable,” He understands.

“Then you are indispensable.”

Seven days. Seven Nights. In the hot decay of my progenitor I lay. I wept. Power. Power crept into my body. Knowledge. Knowledge crept into my mind. Residual. Vast. The essence of TanTan. Of the Violet King. Left behind. Forgotten. On the dawn of the eighth day I rose. Reborn. Broken. Knowledge steeled away. Sanity sequestered to a tiny corner of my consciousness. Hidden. My opportunity presents itself now. For just a moment I can - I will - take hold of even some of the vast power the Violet King possesses. Because he left scattered knowledge behind. Because he was so vain as to leave flames - burning inside out and sideways - behind. Driven madly by that which I did not understand. Yet, only because I did understand. Hidden knowledge. Left behind and found.

“Allow me to conquer. To dominate. Grant me strength in the arcane.” He leaves my mind and draws his essence inward. The opportunity approaches. The time is almost at hand. The Violet King, TanTan, gives a deceitful, fatherly grin and opens his arms. A joyful, twisted visage. A gift. Selective. Power from the sea of souls, not from him. Yet, he must open his own well of power to give me this gift. He shouldn’t have. He shouldn’t have underestimated his own strength. Prideful. I tear a piece of his soul away from him. It is mine. I smile. Vain. He is vain. His false form falls away. Warmth leaves the black keep. It, too, was false. A piece of his power. A piece of *Him.* It is mine. A twisted, hateful, angry visage. It is too late. I scatter myself to the currents of unreality. I will reform away from his - our - prying eyes. A personal tragedy made grand.

His psychic scream shook the foundations of unreality. Echoing. Echoing through the stones that leaked mucus. Tattering leathery, black wings. The sea of souls is angry. I do not care. I laugh all the way back to the Gobinov Hellbase. I reformed my essence in front of a crowd of experienced soldiers, who immediately fired through my largely ethereal form. I walked right past them. Through them. Back through the mist. Back home.

(There is a jump in time several months long before the next relevant entry)

A most peculiar thing happened today. I woke up in a pool of reality. There is a High Commissar inside my dwelling.