Post by blacksnout on Aug 19, 2012 22:14:13 GMT -5
Hello everyone, I'm BlackSnout, the Guide of Flow. You may know me by my introductory thread, or maybe I've talked with you before. Or maybe we're just new pals and I've yet to meet anyone like you ever. that's not important.
What is important is this story that I am about to unfold to you. It's a decent sized one, so sit down, and maybe you'll understand and see the purple moon through my eyes.
Through the eyes of a consort player.
This being my first time, my recollections of events fade a little after a certain point, so do understand if I can't tell you the whole night. I think that would ruin the fun of Derse any ways. such a mysterious and dark moon. filled with mysteries, like a good maze, or a really normal detective story.
I awoke in a bed behind a false wall in the bar, the one called 'Disco Inferno.' ironically, the only music they played was Jazz music. fitting, I like Jazz music. I quickly found myself on the other side of the false wall, though I don't remember how I got past the wall in the first place. maybe I phased through it, who knows. all I know is that I had ordered a drink from the local establisment. Chilled Roe Cubes, in a glass of a concoction I could not remember in name standpoints. Maybe that was for the best, the drink tasted peculiar if I remember correctly.
I made my way onto the veranda, not an open one at the time, but a closed one. the windows and walls looked as if they were just set up, and the look outside was bleak. It seems no one was out that day, for some strange and unforseen reason. maybe it was just a holiday, who knows? I didn't. I looked out the window though, and I saw the depths of the city in semi-clearness. It peaked my interest - the divets were deep, mazelike in design, and there were endless combinations of buildings. Much like an Escher painting if it were real.
I ended up drinking on the veranda with a not-bad looking carapace woman. Atleast, I'm sure it was a woman. Feminine features, dress - had to be a female of its kind. We talked about politics. or maybe she was the only one talking about politics. or maybe it was the guy across the way - i don't know, someone was talking politics.
but none of that really mattered. I could only pay attention to the fine details of the Carapace drinking with me, her curvatures and details were astonishing. I would say I was smitten by this creature, if i didn't know better. But I did know better. we ended the conversation as good friends on speaking terms.
after that, the lines get sort of hazy. I believe I drank with many carapaces, sang, got in a bar fight and ended up collapsing on my bed for ten hours. or maybe it was nine. IT was a long time just grumbling on that dream bed.
That's my story.
I'm BlackSnout, Guide of Flow. and This was my First night on Derse.
What is important is this story that I am about to unfold to you. It's a decent sized one, so sit down, and maybe you'll understand and see the purple moon through my eyes.
Through the eyes of a consort player.
This being my first time, my recollections of events fade a little after a certain point, so do understand if I can't tell you the whole night. I think that would ruin the fun of Derse any ways. such a mysterious and dark moon. filled with mysteries, like a good maze, or a really normal detective story.
I awoke in a bed behind a false wall in the bar, the one called 'Disco Inferno.' ironically, the only music they played was Jazz music. fitting, I like Jazz music. I quickly found myself on the other side of the false wall, though I don't remember how I got past the wall in the first place. maybe I phased through it, who knows. all I know is that I had ordered a drink from the local establisment. Chilled Roe Cubes, in a glass of a concoction I could not remember in name standpoints. Maybe that was for the best, the drink tasted peculiar if I remember correctly.
I made my way onto the veranda, not an open one at the time, but a closed one. the windows and walls looked as if they were just set up, and the look outside was bleak. It seems no one was out that day, for some strange and unforseen reason. maybe it was just a holiday, who knows? I didn't. I looked out the window though, and I saw the depths of the city in semi-clearness. It peaked my interest - the divets were deep, mazelike in design, and there were endless combinations of buildings. Much like an Escher painting if it were real.
I ended up drinking on the veranda with a not-bad looking carapace woman. Atleast, I'm sure it was a woman. Feminine features, dress - had to be a female of its kind. We talked about politics. or maybe she was the only one talking about politics. or maybe it was the guy across the way - i don't know, someone was talking politics.
but none of that really mattered. I could only pay attention to the fine details of the Carapace drinking with me, her curvatures and details were astonishing. I would say I was smitten by this creature, if i didn't know better. But I did know better. we ended the conversation as good friends on speaking terms.
after that, the lines get sort of hazy. I believe I drank with many carapaces, sang, got in a bar fight and ended up collapsing on my bed for ten hours. or maybe it was nine. IT was a long time just grumbling on that dream bed.
That's my story.
I'm BlackSnout, Guide of Flow. and This was my First night on Derse.