Dakren wasn't quite sure what he was, he just knew that he loved mixing shit together to see what would occur. Sometimes his work paid off and something other than a shitastic boom would occur. Though he much preferred the shitastic explosions to nothing happening...
As he sat in his kitchen drinking tea, he heard a BOOM. Something had blown up again.
;All he wanted to do was enjoy his tea. It was a new blend he had created himself and he thought it quite good. Usually his Nabira, Laos, would be sitting with him, delicately lapping at her own tea he placed on the floor for her, but he couldn't see her anywhere in the kitchen.
His house started to shake, dust and bits of the ceiling falling into his tea. He looked up, thinking it odd for the ceiling to be falling when his basement full of experiments was below him.
He tried to think of what he'd been working on recently, but he had so many things going at once... He figured he had at least five cauldrons going. At least twenty beakers and flasks he'd left out with stuff in them. Including tea.
Where was his Nabira? ... Had he left the basement door open?
... ... ... Oops. Oh shit.