WTRQUaD 
Distant thunder thick with matte flashbacks of polychromatic pleasure-scapes puzzled together by the very 4-dimensional entity of planet ArcQuaive, teething thunderheads strike strange bolts of pure intent upon lucky leaders of indigenous cities.  Slick with the spice of the weather sport, Ped-Pierce clutched his groin to staunch the rain, danced a cinnamon séance to summon more initiates.
Clear queer rock arched in portals spanning several miles into the air, dreamt together by the tectonic forces to find new ways to weave space as gates.
Quickness on quiet, the cornerstones of ever clues kicked Ped-Pierce into the ranks of calibrated brotherhood and stood at the keystone of ArcMagnum after climbing 4 miles with a group of new witnesses.  Setting up a perpetual pendulum that spun around the loophole with a musical device plugged at the end, his man-sword salivating as the promise of melody mingled with the thin air.
 Marking a meter with intangible intelligence, Ped-Pierce and Ped-Zygn clung together on the slope and waited as the boiling weather washed the horizon away and stepped continuously toward ArcMagnum.  The gathering momentum managed even stranger occurrences, as superstring rhythm wrote their star ZetaDelta Easel to spin scalar spiritual succulence into their minds eyes, enflaming the lance of leadership inside the womb of entombed symbols.
 The topology riddled now with geological honor, Kheth Veglev from Chapter Whitesseract with MagnumTitan BhlysterrTrahktor caught hold of new nodal nuances emanating on the far side of the planet.  His mecha was capable of measuring new engaged harmonics from a database of planetary designs.  Pummeled into a didactic prison, his sole purpose was supposedly pure and simple.  Now, a winding vortex of auxiliary vision supplants on his cortex a very volatile mission.
 Gifted to gate new pathological sanctuaries for new symbolic emissaries Ped-Pierce principally wrings freedom as the lever lover Ped-Zygn zealously straddles new wound eggs embedded in the apex of ArcMagnum. On the Prime Meridian, a radial reason erupts enigmatically as the gestation period pours time across the seasoning of space, the minds eyes braided in benign art.
 AirCity StratoPulse Alpha-1 foremost in authority on ArcQuaive quivered in meaning as it sensed new GeOrPhins pandemic.  Splitting apart in consequences, shedding navigational coils in severe ratios, it took scientist Tygonn for AirCity IonNadir to react once again in magnanimous splendor to splice together the frames of baseline meaning from the core memory banks of BhlysterrTrahktor and fractally fix the mixture for finite control.
 
Spun on root cause, the mission to catch a crescendo in a clear and concise manner, which hammered his patience and will with a forge of fierce plentitude. He clopped off tallow in thin and lit a little series of protocol, bit into his lip and ruminated over his destination.  Not as a clear quadrant with angled voweled axles of prearranged vision, for the watery planet still had held onto some crust, but in elongated loops lavishly organizing the sequences of tectonic rhythm with writhing work of world-wishes.  To dip into this dimension and strain against the abnormal seed is purely questionable.
The birthing process created analogical access as ArcQuaive wavered on weird words and spurred new stellar spines perpendicular to her surface.  Whole hints glinted as the monopoles glistened in robust light from ZetaDelta Easel.  In support, new colonies crowned these investments and climbed into the parallels of space, sporing new fractal lattices to link other monopolar communities together.
 
Spread too thin, congress stared into their holonomic projectors and squared their smoldering shame and renamed their mission.  Smelting a new SpaceGronn, OpalOcelot, materializing above the Prime Meridian of Planet ArcQuaive, became the decisive element securing cooperation they rarely saw in any stranger.