Post by Doctor Atomic on Dec 10, 2017 20:03:38 GMT -8
You walk down a narrow stone corridor that features a over generous amount of slime dripping down the walls and pooling on the floor. Behind you someone says, "save me some."
The corridor opens onto a large courtyard, at the centre of which lies a huge, swollen, and grotesque mound of squirming putrescent flesh, fecund and on the verge of giving birth to a multitude of sins all over your new shoes.
"And that is only one of them," says a voice behind you.
Suddenly you look in a direction you have never looked before and see an army on the march. Before this host go five banners showing an eagle's claw, a flame, a shield, a ship, and an hourglass. This force is joined by a second army clad all in white and bearing seven banners, each showing a king's crown. The combined armies march over the hill and into well deserved obscurity.
Your attention is drawn to a bonfire. A man holds three heavy tomes, each bound in strange materials and inscribed with ponderously portentous occult sigils. Wisely, these arcane volumes are thrown into the fire and burned.
"Not a good plan," says a voice behind you.
You turn around but see only a poodle engaged in an act of vigourous personal hygiene. You realize that if you could reach you'd never leave the house.
You find yourself walking through a dimly lit cavern filled with suggestively shaped fungus. Tentacles affectionately caress you. The air is thick with a heavy, cloying perfume. You feel strangely at home. Opening a door at the end of the cavern leads you to a pure white room, you have never seen a white so clean and perfect. As you walk into the room the lights go dark and you fall and fall until you wake up.
The corridor opens onto a large courtyard, at the centre of which lies a huge, swollen, and grotesque mound of squirming putrescent flesh, fecund and on the verge of giving birth to a multitude of sins all over your new shoes.
"And that is only one of them," says a voice behind you.
Suddenly you look in a direction you have never looked before and see an army on the march. Before this host go five banners showing an eagle's claw, a flame, a shield, a ship, and an hourglass. This force is joined by a second army clad all in white and bearing seven banners, each showing a king's crown. The combined armies march over the hill and into well deserved obscurity.
Your attention is drawn to a bonfire. A man holds three heavy tomes, each bound in strange materials and inscribed with ponderously portentous occult sigils. Wisely, these arcane volumes are thrown into the fire and burned.
"Not a good plan," says a voice behind you.
You turn around but see only a poodle engaged in an act of vigourous personal hygiene. You realize that if you could reach you'd never leave the house.
You find yourself walking through a dimly lit cavern filled with suggestively shaped fungus. Tentacles affectionately caress you. The air is thick with a heavy, cloying perfume. You feel strangely at home. Opening a door at the end of the cavern leads you to a pure white room, you have never seen a white so clean and perfect. As you walk into the room the lights go dark and you fall and fall until you wake up.