|08-08-2022, 06:36 PM||#561 (permalink)|
Crusher of tiny Nords
Join Date: Mar 2014
Location: Ugly Bag of Mostly Water
I love a good monologue (although I guess technically this is a dialogue):
Wake: Yer fond of me lobster aint’ ye? I seen it -- yer fond of me lobster! Say it! Say it. Say it!
Winslow: I don’t have to say nothin’.
Wake: Damn ye! Let Neptune strike ye dead Winslow! HAAARK!
Hark Triton, hark! Bellow, bid our father the Sea King rise from the depths full foul in his fury! Black waves teeming with salt foam to smother this young mouth with pungent slime, to choke ye, engorging your organs til’ ye turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine and can scream no more -- only when he, crowned in cockle shells with slitherin’ tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell be-finned arm, his coral-tine trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer gullet, bursting ye -- a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloody film now and nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the Dread Emperor himself -- forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea, for any stuff for part of Winslow, even any scantling of your soul is Winslow no more, but is now itself the sea!
Winslow: Alright, have it your way. I like your cookin’.
Mirth is King
Be Loving & Open With
|08-09-2022, 09:50 AM||#563 (permalink)|
Just Keep Swimming...
Join Date: Apr 2012
Location: See signature...
"You'd rather jack off a mountain lion with a fist full of cockle burrs than mess with that guy cause he's slicker n two eels ****in in a bucket a snot, so you might as well toss the silver down the well and move in with the chickens."
- Probably Somebody Somewhere at Some Point