Gather ‘round my children, come closer. I will tell you the tale of the Walker on Rainbows and the Moonbreaker, of the White Mage with long clinging shadows.
The Moonbreaker was a greedy one. It stole the thoughts of the stars and the ideas of the clouds. It claimed the might of the sun and depth of the sky. The only thing it could not take by trick, trade or temptation was the light of the Sybilline Moon. So that became the one thing it desired above all else.
Oh it tried all it could to obtain that light. It cheated and lied, bribed and seduced, threatened and cajoled. But, the light always remained just beyond its grasp. So it searched and it scrounged until at long last it found the keys of the ancients, the hidden door with crystal locks. “Aha!” it thought to itself, “this will give me the path that reaches the light of the Sybilline Moon.”
And as if in reply to that unvoiced thought: "He should use the space shuttle."
"Obvious really. See, that's why Sean Connery was better."
"Sean Connery. Blows Roger Moore in his sleep. Connery was the best Bond."
"You're thinking of Moonraker."
"What's this then?" "This is Moonbreaker. It's completely different."
"Well no wonder I didn't have a fucking clue what's going on. Sod this then, I'm off to play Word of Woolcroft."
Opening: Faceless Minion.....Continuation: Anon.