Friday, October 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Droil is now a Daimon, and he is pleased
Droil had seen more murders than he wished to. He was new at being a Daimon, though he far preferred the assignment and the assignations, too; than when he was a demon. Aisling ---------- | |
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0 / 50,000 Official Participant Joined: Oct 14, 2007 Location: liminal space Posts: 9 Posted on: Oct 28, 2009 - 00 04 | Droil had no interest in the Red Rat Pub though his body forced him to enter the room. He followed his body, he really had no other choice. Well he'd made the choice to follow his body after the third murder, that wasn't exactly a murder, but blooming close enough. Droil looked around and almost giggled when his body turned around abruptly and stomped out of the pub. Droil and his body did not exactly understand each other. But, mostly they hung out together. Well, ever since Droil had been hung, he and his body hung out. A ghastly description of a ghastly event. Droil leaned fodrward dangerously into the street, coaxing his body to run towards the dangerous pub. His body ran. Yes! It was going to be an auspicious Sawhain, however most people spelled the day when the mists were far more than a wee bit thin between the worlds. Aisling ---------- |
Sunday, October 25, 2009
first dates and melting key boards
my keyboard is a melting ice cube
literally
don't ask
the above images are of a first dat
Friday, October 23, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
A Haiku emerges from the mist
A bit of the Mist
Ay Lassie, Journey home now
Nip on over here


