As twilight was glowing over the black cliffs, and the tress with no leaves waved back and forth, an evil scientist named Dr. Volkindok was toiling hard in his secret labrotory deep in the jungles of Brazil. In the beginning, his project was of mere innocence, but the madness of the jungle brought out the worst of the great scientist. Days became months, months became years, and decades of isolation erased any memory of the old doctor. His dream, his obsession, was to create two living beings: Jatrick and Clyde. How Volkindok would create them no one would know, but once the good doctor finished his project, he soon realized that he had not created terrestrials at all, but two personalities creating dialogue in his mind. I am the only soul who has encountered Volkindok during this time. All the recordings henceforth are those that were taken by myself. This dialogue, my friends, this congress of thought, this colloqium of madness, this rant of satisfaction is best left unexplained by myself, it must be experienced. May the moon treat you well on this dark night, Jatrick and Clyde welcome you to subscribe to their thought and discussion.
Loyal Friend to Volkindok and Yours Truly,
~Clive T. Holmes
