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[PHALLA] The Wind-up Bird at the End of the World [Game over - Final Narration up
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The Monster Baru Cormorant - Seth Dickinson
Steam: Korvalain
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I am not entirely happy with this state of affairs!
Aw man, you got lucky.
I got "flayed alive by seagulls with people hands and all the while they're shouting 'what about men's rights, what about men's rights?'"
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Having done the googling, I see now that you mean Haruki Murakami.
Not a particular favorite of mine, but Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World is a rather good book!
"It's not a question of better or worse. The point is, not to resist the flow. You go up when you're supposed to go up and down when you're supposed to go down. When you are supposed to go up, find the highest tower and climb to the top. When you are supposed to go down, find the deepest well and go down to the bottom. When there's no flow, stay still. If you resist the flow, everything dries up. If everything dries up, the world is darkness. 'I am he and/ He is me: / Spring nightfall.' Abandon the self, and there you are."
The vacant house was about halfway down the alley. One glance and you could tell it was empty - and had been for some time. It was a fairly new two-story house, yet its wooden storm shutters showed signs of severe aging, and the railings outside the second-story windows were caked with rust. The house had a small garden, in which, to be sure, a stone statue of a bird stood. The statue stood rested on a base that came to chest height and was surrounded by a thick growth of weeds. Tall fronds of goldenrod were almost touching the bird's feet. The bird had its wings open as if it wanted to leave this unpleasant place as soon as possible.
***
So how's everything?
Seems like an awful long time since I saw you last. How many years is it now? What year was it?
I think I've gradually lost my sense of time. It's like there's this impossible flat blackbird flapping about over my head and I can't count above three. You'll have to excuse me, but why don't you do the counting?
I skipped town without telling anybody, and maybe you had your share of troubles because of it. Or maybe you were upset at me for leaving without a word to you. You know, I meant to set things straight with you any number of times, but I just couldn't I wrote a lot of letters and tore them all up. It should have been obvious, but there was no way I could explain to others what I couldn't even explain to myself.
I guess.
***
"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk right through it. step by step. There's no sun, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine."
***
" No one told me about this. I thought it was temporary. I did not know that they would remove my shadow forever......"
***
[The Dowager] and [The abused girl] were asleep. Set back from the street in it's hilltop location, the apartment was hushed, its grounds silent but for the occasional scream of an accelerating motorcycle or the siren of an ambulance. The german shephard also slept, curled up outside the front door. [the abused girl] slept with her cheek pressed against the pillow, her mouth slightly open. Her breathing could not have been any quieter, and aside from the occasional twitch of one shoulder, she barely moved.
Soon her mouth began to open wider, and from it emerged, one after another, a small procession of people. When they first emerged, they were the size of the girl's little finger, but once fully on the outside, they would give themselves a twist, as though unfolding a tool, and stretch themselves to their full height. They wore the same clothing without distinguishing features, and their facial features were equally undistinguished, making it impossible to tell them apart.
They pulled out a small object, and began working on it feverishly. It was white and highly elastic. They would stretch their arms out and, with precision movements pluck threads out of the air and apply them to the object. Several hours of concentrated work followed. Their teamwork was tight and flawless. [The dowager] and [the abused girl] remained sound asleep the whole time, never moving a muscle.
The next morning, they discovered that somehow, the dog had exploded.
THE DEAD:
BUN - a poor little dog
Sorry this took longer than anticipated to get posted. I had a bit of an emergency....... going forward, I will have narrations prepped so this doesn't happen again.
Someone might get hurt
Confusion will be my epitaph
Its ONE word. MagicPrime is ONE WORD.
Critical Failures - Havenhold Campaign • August St. Cloud (Human Ranger)
The Monster Baru Cormorant - Seth Dickinson
Steam: Korvalain
Prime
Switch Friend Code: SW-1406-1275-7906
Day 1
Kilnaga
Cythraul
Day 2
WACriminal
corvidae
Green
Grunt's Ghosts
Phalla at the house on the hill:
Day 1
Obifett
Zombie Hero
AustinP0027
Day 2
TheRoadVirus
Egos
Jdarksun
Magicprime
Sirfabulous
Geth roll 1d20 for AustinP0027's Will Saving Throw
AustinP0027, you must be honest with me.
Do you seek to destroy the world?
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Sir, you have been charged by the high church
with the disruption of justice
and conspiracy towards the destruction of the world.
Yeah, that's fair.
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nods
2016 y'all
The Monster Baru Cormorant - Seth Dickinson
Steam: Korvalain
So let's do this instead, Preda
Why would I destroy the world? All my favorite foods are here.
LEGS
I still say we technically won as all the vanillagers died, and our wincon only referenced the vanillager role name rather than a class containing all the villagers.
Confusion will be my epitaph
The Monster Baru Cormorant - Seth Dickinson
Steam: Korvalain