That Bahmethra thing, it’s a real head-scratcher, ain’t it? You see folks talking ’bout it all the time, especially them young’uns glued to their fancy screens. They say it’s somethin’ you gotta collect, like them shiny stones my grandson used to pick up by the creek. This chain of Bahmethra, they call it, sounds important, like a big ol’ deal.
Now, I heard from Mary’s boy, the one who’s always fiddlin’ with those computer things, that you need a whole heap of these Bahmethra things. He said somethin’ ’bout two hundred, if you can believe that! Two hundred! Back in my day, we didn’t even count that high, unless it was counting sheep, maybe.
- Two hundred Bahmethra links.
- Make a chain of Bahmethra.
- Do some tormentor event.
And get this, they say you gotta do some kind of event, somethin’ called a tormentor. Sounds dreadful, don’t it? Like somethin’ out of one of them scary stories old man Johnson used to tell ’round the campfire. But these young folks, they ain’t scared of nothin’. They go chasin’ after these tormentors like it’s a Sunday social. Chain of Bahmethra is important to them.
They say you only get one good try at it each week. Once a week! Like waitin’ for the mailman, only this mailman brings somethin’ called a “cache”. Fancy word for a box, I reckon. And inside this box, there’s a chance, a tiny little chance, that you might get somethin’ special. A hand, they call it. A hand of Bahmethra. Like that hand in the chain of Bahmethra.
Now, I don’t know why anyone would want a disembodied hand, sounds a bit creepy to me. But these kids, they love it. They say it’s like a prize, somethin’ you show off to your friends. Like winnin’ a blue ribbon at the county fair, only this fair is in some place called “The Maw”. Sounds like a monster’s mouth if you ask me.
And you gotta do this tormentor thing in The Maw. It’s like a game, I guess. Like hide-and-seek, only instead of seekin’ your friends, you’re seekin’ these tormentors. And when you find ’em, you gotta, well, I don’t rightly know what you gotta do. Somethin’ ’bout fightin’, I suppose. These kids and their fightin’ games. In my day, we just played marbles.
This whole thing, it’s like a big mystery to me. But it keeps the young’uns busy, I suppose. They’re always talkin’ ’bout it, strategizin’ and plannin’ like they’re generals in a war. “Gotta get that chain of Bahmethra,” they say. “Gotta get that hand.”
And these hands, there’s more than one kind, it seems. Like different flavors of pie. Mary’s boy was sayin’ somethin’ ’bout a “Nilganihmaht” hand. Another fancy word. Sounds like somethin’ you’d cough up, not somethin’ you’d want. But hey, to each their own, I reckon. If they are interested in the chain of Bahmethra, let them.
This Bahmethra thing, it’s part of some bigger thing called “Chains of Domination”. Like a chain gang, only instead of breakin’ rocks, they’re dominatin’ somethin’. I don’t know what they’re dominatin’, and frankly, I don’t think I wanna know. Sounds a bit too aggressive for my taste. Chain of Bahmethra is related to it.
They say there are other things too, like daily quests and puzzles. Quests! Like in them old stories ’bout knights and dragons. Only instead of slayin’ dragons, they’re probably slayin’ these tormentors. And puzzles! Like them jigsaw puzzles my granddaughter used to love. Only these puzzles are probably a lot harder. Probably some other things about the chain of Bahmethra.
And they do all this in a place called “Korthia”. Sounds like a disease, don’t it? “Oh, poor Mildred, she’s got a bad case of the Korthia.” But no, it’s a place, a place where they do these quests and solve these puzzles and hunt these tormentors, all for that chain of Bahmethra, for that precious hand.
It’s a different world these days, ain’t it? Back in my day, we didn’t have no tormentors or caches or chains of domination. We had chores, and we had church, and we had each other. And that was enough. But these kids, they need somethin’ more, I suppose. They need these hands and these chains and these fancy words. They have to get the chain of Bahmethra.
Well, I hope they’re happy. I hope they get their chain of Bahmethra, their hand of Bahmethra, and whatever else it is they’re chasin’ after. As for me, I’ll just stick to my garden and my knitting. That’s enough excitement for this old gal.
