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Erdawn Il Deus · 07-15-2005, 02:20 AM

OoC – Prolly have a lot to say here - one, **** to the mouth of the next person who mentions ****ing hardrives (MY BOOOOOK-) on me. Capisci? I still don’t have my god damn computer back. Apparently my parents don’t want to shell out any part of 94.79 to pay for the blasted thing. Right. Second business – due to the ****arow with the PC, my brother didna get a chance to mention, but he’ll be away at camp for the next 8 weeks. Thus, forfeit to you, Atmos. And Atmos – you described Zeal. Good job. That means even if my brother hadn’t played CT, he wouldn’t be in an idiot position. That’s the way to do it (almost redeems your homosexual avatar. Damn, man. Why not Arlong? Or like… Krieg or that sand guy or something…). As for more random bits of business, what ****ing luck we’ve been having, eh? Cam’s unexpected vacation (and dun worry Cam, my parents are jerks the same way [img]tongue.gif[/img] ), two hardrive crashes, delays… ****. Hopefully we’ll have better luck with the next tournament, but for now, let’s make the best. Eh?

And there you are, Cam. Galadriel? Hmph? You make this good now.

As for the rest of you. Step up and post! I don’t have a computer and I’m managing! Where the hell are you, Orchis?

…uh… where to battle… and with whom… crapapples.

(contemplates) [img]redface.gif[/img]

-OoC

It was ancient a thing. Built entirely of stacked, mortarless golden brick and the odd supporting shafts of basalt stone it stood against the sky and earth like a timeless mountain, so crusted with the serpentine slithering of creeper vines and the hungry bodies of climbing mosses and the layered dirts and soils which in themselves were probably an old enough thing to be admired, that the gold itself was only partially visible. A great and ancient pyramid - a mountain of gold and basalt.

It peaked into a flat-topped crown something like a full thirty meters across in length and width, carved from top to bottom with crude imagery depicting everything from the lowliest game animals to the most sacred and mysterious of ritualistic sacrifice. Something built by man, or man before they could have been rightfully called man, or perhaps even a race older than man. It was stacked so high that the thick jungle canopies were like a sea of lush greens and jades and browns, frothing with leaves to crash against the stacked steps of the pyramid’s colossal base. Thick mists and fogs rolled across the top like low-flying clouds, hot and sweated with the damp heat of the southern jungles. The sun beat down like a drum, partially obscured in mists and fogs, a sullen, dull disk of pulsating heat. The win blew strong.

Perhaps the most striking quality of the unnatural mountain was its perfect lack of individuality. Spaced across miles of sweating jungle rose more of the same pyramids, all identical in height and architecture, like the scattered Lego blocks of some polypheme titan.

But the rest is unimportant – atop the pyramid – our pyramid – hunched a figure. It was so heavily draped in furs there was to definable quality to illustrated race, skin, or any features of the creature itself, man or best. Only the furs – albino baboon pelts, sewn and stacked in haphazard bulk, dirty and lecherously white and standing out against the ancient pyramid like a frothing maggot, scabrous and revolting for reasons ineffable. Empty faces stared hollow-eyed from across the frame, hot, wet skins sagging like rubber, bodiless teeth hanging like bone icicles, boneless sockets gaping like unwholesome mouths. At the top of the pyramid, he waited.

He waited.

OoC: Had to write this fast – I don’t exactly get much time on my Dad’s crap-toaster of a computer. Hope it suffices. Better things to come.

07-15-2005, 02:20 AM	#16
Erdawn Il Deus Senior Member Join Date: May 2003 Location: Threading the jeweled thrones of earth under my sandalled feet Gender: Posts: 2,990 Thanks: 4 Thanked 45 Times in 39 Posts Points: 23,797.11 Bank: 788.45 Total Points: 24,585.56 Donate	OoC – Prolly have a lot to say here - one, ** to the mouth of the next person who mentions *ing hardrives (MY BOOOOOK-) on me. Capisci? I still* don’t have my god damn computer back. Apparently my parents don’t want to shell out any part of 94.79 to pay for the blasted thing. Right. Second business – due to the **arow with the PC, my brother didna get a chance to mention, but he’ll be away at camp for the next 8 weeks. Thus, forfeit to you, Atmos. And Atmos – you described Zeal. Good job. That means even if my brother hadn’t played CT, he wouldn’t be in an idiot position. That’s the way to do it (almost redeems your homosexual avatar. Damn, man. Why not Arlong? Or like… Krieg or that sand guy or something…). As for more random bits of business, what ing luck we’ve been having, eh? Cam’s unexpected vacation (and dun worry Cam, my parents are jerks the same way [img]tongue.gif[/img] ), two hardrive crashes, delays… *. Hopefully we’ll have better luck with the next tournament, but for now, let’s make the best. Eh? And there you are, Cam. Galadriel? Hmph? You make this good now. As for the rest of you. Step up and post! I don’t have a computer and I’m managing! Where the hell are you, Orchis? …uh… where to battle… and with whom… crapapples. (contemplates) [img]redface.gif[/img] -OoC It was ancient a thing. Built entirely of stacked, mortarless golden brick and the odd supporting shafts of basalt stone it stood against the sky and earth like a timeless mountain, so crusted with the serpentine slithering of creeper vines and the hungry bodies of climbing mosses and the layered dirts and soils which in themselves were probably an old enough thing to be admired, that the gold itself was only partially visible. A great and ancient pyramid - a mountain of gold and basalt. It peaked into a flat-topped crown something like a full thirty meters across in length and width, carved from top to bottom with crude imagery depicting everything from the lowliest game animals to the most sacred and mysterious of ritualistic sacrifice. Something built by man, or man before they could have been rightfully called* man, or perhaps even a race older than man. It was stacked so high that the thick jungle canopies were like a sea of lush greens and jades and browns, frothing with leaves to crash against the stacked steps of the pyramid’s colossal base. Thick mists and fogs rolled across the top like low-flying clouds, hot and sweated with the damp heat of the southern jungles. The sun beat down like a drum, partially obscured in mists and fogs, a sullen, dull disk of pulsating heat. The win blew strong. Perhaps the most striking quality of the unnatural mountain was its perfect lack of individuality. Spaced across miles of sweating jungle rose more of the same pyramids, all identical in height and architecture, like the scattered Lego blocks of some polypheme titan. But the rest is unimportant – atop the pyramid – our pyramid – hunched a figure. It was so heavily draped in furs there was to definable quality to illustrated race, skin, or any features of the creature itself, man or best. Only the furs – albino baboon pelts, sewn and stacked in haphazard bulk, dirty and lecherously white and standing out against the ancient pyramid like a frothing maggot, scabrous and revolting for reasons ineffable. Empty faces stared hollow-eyed from across the frame, hot, wet skins sagging like rubber, bodiless teeth hanging like bone icicles, boneless sockets gaping like unwholesome mouths. At the top of the pyramid, he waited. He waited. OoC: Had to write this fast – I don’t exactly get much time on my Dad’s crap-toaster of a computer. Hope it suffices. Better things to come.