Alderach gave me a few details and, well, I just added a few. Apparently, some of this is true!
The Chemistry of Alderach
The school was filled with flexing minds,
Burgeoning with self-worth,
Stoked by the very latest technologies,
And the finest instructors on this earth.
But the jewel in the academic crown,
Plain for all to see,
Was the laboratory devoted to science,
More specifically chemistry.
Eager young students assembled expectantly,
Chemical prepped and measured,
The equipment the best available,
For this endeavour was highly treasured.
But Alderach had other ideas,
Roaming through his head,
He thought he’d turn the tables,
Having the instructor blow stuff up instead.
With artful cunning he manipulated,
Cajoled and for a while,
He used his wiles to cunningly convince,
He used his words to beguile.
His instructor was totally mesmerised,
Mixing substances with aplomb,
All the time oblivious,
To his gradually constructed bomb.
Alderach slid silently down,
Underneath his bench,
As the last chemical joined it’s peers,
And released the awful stench.
It rocketed around the room,
Outside it killed the roses,
It stained green all the students,
And burnt the hair from their noses.
It clung to every fabric and surface,
Leaping like a creature feral,
It blinded everyone still conscious,
And rendered every student sterile.
The teacher was faring little better,
Spontaneously triggering mutation,
His third eye and functioning breasts,
Became objects of his fascination.
The alarms were then activated,
The building to be evacuated,
If you were standing near the door,
It seemed students were … never mind.
They tumbled from the door explosively,
Moaning their tortured despair,
Leaving behind treasured possessions,
Their books, their toes, their hair.
But inside the brew bubbled still,
Activated by it’s next phase,
The acid was sentient now,
Unaware of the recent melees.
It seeped over the beaker’s rim,
It’s hunger maniacally unstable,
It devoured the instructor’s notes,
Then dined upon his table.
It ran over the concrete floor,
Absorbing what it could,
It ran over the walls and roof,
Absorbing all the wood.
It ran over the ceiling lights,
It’s size remarkably grown,
It consumed the building’s current,
And eyebrows where they were blown.
It seemed that the globe was doomed,
This creature was so strong,
What had started as just a joke,
Had gone so horribly wrong.
But Alderach was still in control,
The solution he quickly spied,
He gave the creature an Ymir poem,
And the beast choked, then died.

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