I wrote this in a very drunken state on December 31.
Quote from: Waffle Iron on December 31, 2011, 09:39:40 AM
Once upon a time, I was born.
Born down Below. In the dark. For the first five years of my life I knew not what light was, and I learned to listen for food. That iron tasting fluid surging inside food was my shining beacon, and I grew able to hear it at great distance.
Raw flesh, the breakfast of Champions.
I did, however find light. And the world changed. It was ugly. Bright and ugly and distracting me from the ebb and tide of the blood I now knew was red.
I tried to adapt. Oh how I tried.
But fuck it.
I'm going back Below.
And I remembered it just now.
W. Iron,
In a horrible fucking mood.
Also 1: TGRR: I am still working on your Holy Mission.
Also 2: THE MGT: Expect Lutefisk this week.
You should elaborate. I would like to see how the idea pans out, and it will help you get through your mood.
Yes. More. Please.
Thanks, LMNO and Shinerbock.
I will expand on it today or tomorrow, depending on wether I fall asleep or not.