(no subject)
Jan. 27th, 2005 03:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cpolkNext time I get the bright idea to play some boogie woogie by Benny goodman to ganeshas, just hit me over the head with a board. but, I have made it out of the tavern.
They went ape. they seized the theme and started playing around with it - this crazy 40 part Sing Sing Sing jam, and they clapped and stomped in an elaborate dance and percussion and they started dipping into the sweet, sweet, punch that definitely sees a few weeks in a carboy. Ganeshas started piling in to join the fun and I managed to wiggle out the door in the crush. I will be far away from here before they notice.
Let's hope that the foor footed people are all right, but aside from the one that stepped into the ganesha bar, I haven't seen one.
think of a centaur. now rub that image out of your mind, a little - enough to make it half caribou, half man, with a skull that's very wide and a really thick neck to hold up a very impressive set of antlers. I get the feeling, though, that they're not as jolly as the ganeshas, because the one who came into the
(later)
Whoa whoa whoa holy smokes. as I was saying, the one who came into the bar had metal spikes fixed over his antler tips, and those suckers looked sharp.
And I apparently look good to eat.
And I'm hoping that this maze will protect me. the entrance was so narrow I barely squeezed through it. I doubt they could.
They could find one of their nasty little children to come and chase me down, though.
Oh, what a pleasant thought. their eyes glow. they see in the dark. I wonder if this is why the ganeshas wouldn't let me out? I should have stayed with the ganeshas. how many are out there now? six?
The moons here are full enough that I can make out a bit of these walls. they're painted. I think they're scenes of something, but I can't really tell what and I don't know if I should light a candle...
Great. Now i'm sure I'll be eaten by a grue as soon as I turn this monitor off. was that what they were in pitch black? grues? oh, how icky.
>w
>sw
>s
you are in a small anteroom inside the maze.
the claustrophobic corridors of the maze bump out to create a little breathing space before narrowing down. tall stone walls bear the swirls of mural painting, and by the illumination of the moon you make out a battle scene between warring caribou-men, complete with feasting on the livers of their enemies.
There is a spear here.
There is a mirror shard here.
>get spear
you've got the spear.
>get mirror shard
you've got the mirror shard. it is very cold.
>get clever plan
I don't know the word "clever."
They went ape. they seized the theme and started playing around with it - this crazy 40 part Sing Sing Sing jam, and they clapped and stomped in an elaborate dance and percussion and they started dipping into the sweet, sweet, punch that definitely sees a few weeks in a carboy. Ganeshas started piling in to join the fun and I managed to wiggle out the door in the crush. I will be far away from here before they notice.
Let's hope that the foor footed people are all right, but aside from the one that stepped into the ganesha bar, I haven't seen one.
think of a centaur. now rub that image out of your mind, a little - enough to make it half caribou, half man, with a skull that's very wide and a really thick neck to hold up a very impressive set of antlers. I get the feeling, though, that they're not as jolly as the ganeshas, because the one who came into the
(later)
Whoa whoa whoa holy smokes. as I was saying, the one who came into the bar had metal spikes fixed over his antler tips, and those suckers looked sharp.
And I apparently look good to eat.
And I'm hoping that this maze will protect me. the entrance was so narrow I barely squeezed through it. I doubt they could.
They could find one of their nasty little children to come and chase me down, though.
Oh, what a pleasant thought. their eyes glow. they see in the dark. I wonder if this is why the ganeshas wouldn't let me out? I should have stayed with the ganeshas. how many are out there now? six?
The moons here are full enough that I can make out a bit of these walls. they're painted. I think they're scenes of something, but I can't really tell what and I don't know if I should light a candle...
Great. Now i'm sure I'll be eaten by a grue as soon as I turn this monitor off. was that what they were in pitch black? grues? oh, how icky.
>w
>sw
>s
you are in a small anteroom inside the maze.
the claustrophobic corridors of the maze bump out to create a little breathing space before narrowing down. tall stone walls bear the swirls of mural painting, and by the illumination of the moon you make out a battle scene between warring caribou-men, complete with feasting on the livers of their enemies.
There is a spear here.
There is a mirror shard here.
>get spear
you've got the spear.
>get mirror shard
you've got the mirror shard. it is very cold.
>get clever plan
I don't know the word "clever."
