by Jelle Van de Vijver, date unknown
The birds pictured above are part of the inexhaustible fauna one could admire in the world of Oeras. The Oeras and its inhabitants were conceived and cultivated a long time ago by my younger brother, Jelle. It sported, among other things, a proto-communist dictatorship by a ten-year old boy and his two brothers (Xano, Etno and Mikas, who occasionaly came to visit our universe, and more precisely my brother’s room to write on the back of his cardboard desktop), a history of war, myth and a ‘Great Flood’, a country of warmongering hammerheaded creatures (Toentoers), a clan of reclusive wizards living on icey islands and, what to me and my older brother, Jasper, was the most important part, an extremely extensive and enticing football-competition.
This might be an introduction to a gigantic story yet to be told, and we (Jelle being the one with the first-hand knowledge) will probably one day go about and enthousiastically flood your brains, ears and eyes with it.
by Jelle Van de Vijver, date unknown
The birds pictured above are part of the inexhaustible fauna one could admire in the world of Oeras. The Oeras and its inhabitants were conceived and cultivated a long time ago by my younger brother, Jelle. It sported, among other things, a proto-communist dictatorship by a ten-year old boy and his two brothers (Xano, Etno and Mikas, who occasionaly came to visit our universe, and more precisely my brother’s room to write on the back of his cardboard desktop), a history of war, myth and a ‘Great Flood’, a country of warmongering hammerheaded creatures (Toentoers), a clan of reclusive wizards living on icey islands and, what to me and my older brother, Jasper, was the most important part, an extremely extensive and enticing football-competition.
This might be an introduction to a gigantic story yet to be told, and we (Jelle being the one with the first-hand knowledge) will probably one day go about and enthousiastically flood your brains, ears and eyes with it.