So besotted have I become with the wolf hound who shall end the universe, I loaded up a space brick and threw it into the Abyss. I do love the Maller. I want to emphasize that no slaves were loaded into the space brick before it was thrown. There was no candlelight mass sacrifice – though there was an awful lot of fire. All members of the crew were End (yes I know) of Man doomsday cultist volunteers and I am grateful for their dedication.
As it happened, this attempt to leave a trail of doggy treats back to Zorast also furthered my new ascetic lifestyle, and in the severing of material attachments must be said to have served a deeply spiritual purpose.
Although to my knowledge the hound of destruction has not yet appeared, this first attempt has revealed potential opportunities for reflection and improvement.