WATCH THIS SPACE!

[Freeky]

Because it'll do you SO much good.




BAM FUCKERS.  BAM I SAY!

[Freeky]

ENGARDE!



Nice athame and chalice, there, Cainad.

[Freeky]

I have to get going on to class, but expect MOAR THREE WOLF MOON THEMED WOMP WHEN I GET BACK.

And you spags better retaliate, or at least throw empty threats my way.   

[Triple Zero]

GODDAMNIT THERE'S MORE AND WITH MY FACE ON IT

^^^ that's a good GODDAMNIT btw

cause I was already WOMPing and then it took too long and I had to go do something else and I just closed everything without saving. which was a very dumb idea in hindsight.

I'll come up with something again.

[Jenne]

FREEKY!  GREAT THEME!

[Freeky]

[Telarus]

 

[Epimetheus]

MOTHERWOMPER!!! 

[Freeky]

Is there no hero to step forward to duel me?  Will no one stop the madness?!

[Freeky]

[Don Coyote]

FUCKING WOMP PUN THINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Cainad (dec.)]

ENGARDE!



Nice athame and chalice, there, Cainad.

Oooooooh! Why you....!

My WRATH shall be LEGEN-... probably tepid, unless tomorrow brings with it some divine inspiration. I am weak, and the Wrath is strong.

[Freeky]

The more you WRATH, the stronger you yourself become.

[Epimetheus]

     It was 12 noon when she attacked. I was relaxing on my boat, the Sri Lankan Cession, spread out under the sun.
    First I heard some vague, distant scrapes and screeches. Oh sweet Jesus no, I whispered, feigning continued relaxation. Not her. There was no hope, of course. I knew what was coming, as would any sea-traveler with experience in the Otherworldly & Bizarre.
    Not the Motherwomper...
    No sooner did I whisper the name then came the sound of her surfacing. Being without decency, but not without honor, the Motherwomper notified me of her presence with an emission of her "war call," which consisted of a fart sounding something like the simultaneous felling of all the trees in the Amazon. The odor would probably cause such a felling. It is acidic and eats through most materials.
    No more relaxation. I ran below deck, suffering an obligatory trip and fall on the last stair. I had only once seen her before, this Hydra-esque creature of megaflatulent despair. But that time I had been in a crowded area and I fled while she was still distracted by the other ships. Unfortunately, I was now alone. There was no reason for me to believe the old, wooden Cession could withstand a barrage of Motherwompian gas.
    "To battle stations!" I yelled to encourage myself, as I was the sole crew member. I heard and felt a low rumble, which I knew signified the prelude to another gaseous cruelty.
    I donned a gas mask and quickly lathered Skin-Keep cream on every exposed area of my flesh. The cream was a gift from the Time-Merchants of Ik-Thu'ik, meant to maintain the molecular structure of one's skin in the face of heavy radiation. I had no idea if that included ass-acid, but it was worth a shot. Finally, the gas of the initial war call hit the ship. There was no sudden crunch, or shudder, like being hit by artillery. Instead, there was an eerie crackling sound as the gas began to peel the outside of the ship. At this point I was cursing pretty loudly. Even within the walls of the ship, within the gask mask, I could smell it. It's hard to describe, as it is tainted with Other Dimensional Stenches, but I suddenly had a pretty solid idea of what it would be like if a landfill could sweat.
    I loaded the fifth cannon with a harpoon. I lit the match. I lit the fuses.
    And just as my harpoon-cannons all fired, the beast belched her next attack! The collision of sound was so huge, it reached through Time and Space into humanity's future and past and changed things irrevocably. It was far out, man.
    Only two of the harpoons hit, but they sunk deep. As for me, I was knocked unconscious after that, and as I fell I heard, "FUCK YOU EPIMETHEUS! I'LL BE BACK!!!"

    god, I hope not.


Epimetheus,
Call me Ishmetheus.

[Luna]

     It was 12 noon when she attacked. I was relaxing on my boat, the Sri Lankan Cession, spread out under the sun.
     First I heard some vague, distant scrapes and screeches. Oh sweet Jesus no, I whispered, feigning continued relaxation. Not her. There was no hope, of course. I knew what was coming, as would any sea-traveler with experience in the Otherworldly & Bizarre.
     Not the Motherwomper...
     No sooner did I whisper the name then came the sound of her surfacing. Being without decency, but not without honor, the Motherwomper notified me of her presence with an emission of her "war call," which consisted of a fart sounding something like the simultaneous felling of all the trees in the Amazon. The odor would probably cause such a felling. It is acidic and eats through most materials.
     No more feigned relaxation. I ran below deck, suffering an obligatory trip and fall on the last stair. I had only once seen her before, this Hydra-esque creature of megaflatulent despair. But that time I had been in a crowded area and I fled while she was still distracted by the other ships. Unfortunately, I was now alone. There was no reason for me to believe the old, wooden Cession could withstand a barrage of Motherwompian gas.
     "To battle stations!" I yelled to encourage myself, as I was the sole crew member. I heard and felt a low rumble, which I knew signified the prelude to another gaseous cruelty.
     I donned a gas mask and quickly lathered Skin-Keep cream on every exposed area of my flesh. The cream was a gift from the Time-Merchants of Ik-Thu'ik, meant to maintain the molecular structure of one's skin in the face of heavy radiation. I had no idea if that included ass-acid, but it was worth a shot. Finally, the gas of the initial war call hit the ship. There was no sudden crunch, or shudder, like being hit by artillery. Instead, there was an eerie crackling sound as the acidic gas began to peel the outside of the ship. At this point I was cursing pretty loudly. Even within the walls of the ship, within the gask mask, I could smell it. It's hard to describe, as it is tainted with Other Dimensional Stenches, but I suddenly had a pretty solid idea of what it would be like if a landfill could sweat.
     I loaded the fifth cannon with a harpoon. I lit the match. I lit the fuses.