There I am, minding my own fucking business, hacking at whatever crosses my path. Block, swing, a scream and the wet ripping of flesh. Withdraw and swing again.
A great rushing of wind....
There is no flesh anymore, just fucking brambles. More fucking brambles, and a tower far in the distance. What in the Blue Bloody FUCK?! What quest is this, Father, you monkey's cunt. These games are becoming rather tedious...
Looking about, I yawn to show him my disinterest. Much like the Shadowlands and Red's dreams, I'm in my Roman gear, but I'm damn well nowhere near Rome, Greece or Olympus. Where in Hades am I? And fuck these brambles. I reach down to uproot one of these wretched things and my hand goes right through it. Swing my sword at it, they fall to the ground. Well I'll be Medusa's twat... I've seen some fucked up shit, but this ranks rather high on the scale. You have an imagination after all, father, you prick.
May as well make the best of it, I suppose. Begin chopping my way through the brambles singing,
"Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire! I do wander everywhere... Don't recall the rest, but fuck it, who cares!"
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Date: 2011-03-15 01:25 am (UTC)A great rushing of wind....
There is no flesh anymore, just fucking brambles. More fucking brambles, and a tower far in the distance. What in the Blue Bloody FUCK?! What quest is this, Father, you monkey's cunt. These games are becoming rather tedious...
Looking about, I yawn to show him my disinterest. Much like the Shadowlands and Red's dreams, I'm in my Roman gear, but I'm damn well nowhere near Rome, Greece or Olympus. Where in Hades am I? And fuck these brambles. I reach down to uproot one of these wretched things and my hand goes right through it. Swing my sword at it, they fall to the ground. Well I'll be Medusa's twat... I've seen some fucked up shit, but this ranks rather high on the scale. You have an imagination after all, father, you prick.
May as well make the best of it, I suppose. Begin chopping my way through the brambles singing,
"Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere...
Don't recall the rest, but fuck it, who cares!"