When I sleep my neurons play odd games XVIII...
From last night:
There was a little rag doll, no bigger than my palm. It had black hair, a black velvet dress and red-black eyes, no nose, no mouth. Slightly odd stuff started happening (reflections not behaving as they ought, the doll being in places it wasn't put) and I wondered if it was possessed. I debated whether to burn it or not. That night whilst I was holding onto it as a final test for good or ill, the rag doll turned into a ghost girl; pretty, black bobbed hair, red-rimmed eyes, a sharp smile, dressed in nothing but shadows, blood and grime.
I ran away, girlie ran amok. The only thing that stopped it was when it ran into a cornfield and there was a scarecrow that looked like http://verydemotivational.memebase.com/2010/02/03/demotivational-posters-epic-scarecrows/ mixed with Cheeseapple: a hanged/crucified skeleton shadow man with phosphor highlights and black silk banners strewn about. A guardian demon. Yey, I though desperately, Cheeseapple!
And lo, he made the ghost girl fade back into the doll. Brilliant. Shall I get on with the burning of icky stuff now?
There was an interlude of random stuff in a big house that was totally dull.
I went with the rag doll to the barn to burn it in peace.
Alas, in the barn was some idiot from my made-up-past who wished to hit me with a baseball bat 'til I fell over and then do unpleasant things to me.
He'd walloped me once - strike one! - when the ghost girl appeared. She started coming on to him, but then in short order she took a bite out of him, stole his baseball bat, and started to smite him with it.
I (concussed from being batted and somewhat panicked) hid in a corner whilst random bastard and ghost girl had a running battle. Then the bastard git released the hanged-man-scarecrow-thing, this time dressed in red rags.
I screamed out to Cheeseapple in desperation.
The messed up hangedman/scarecrow became a scarlet skinned version of Cheeseapple still with the white hair and eyes and the messed up body structure. Yey!
This bloody shadow demon joined forces with the ghost girl and eviscerated the bloke who'd wished to do bad things to me. The ghost girl returned later to gave me water and advise me to find more as I was dangerously dehydrated and panicked and she had to leave. There was a water trough in the far end of the barn. I staggered to my feet and ventured there to the stall at the end... A scarlet cheeseapple demon errupted at me like a dog on a short leash. Then, like a hound who suddenly recognizes its owner, it asked if we might curl up and it guard me as I slept. I said yes, knowing it was my Kiabit and so would not hurt me.....
Personal Kiabits really are kinda cool and for the win.
What else?
Clay pipes are fucking hard to light without pipe tobacco or old fashioned lucifer matches.
Also, have a scribble of Emmy...
She's normally skinnier looking than that, being generally malnourished. But she's been eating passibly lately (chivvied by good fortune and Charlie) and also is wearing a lot of layers - the raw darkman ways of the city ain't a plush lay past harvest after all...
There was a little rag doll, no bigger than my palm. It had black hair, a black velvet dress and red-black eyes, no nose, no mouth. Slightly odd stuff started happening (reflections not behaving as they ought, the doll being in places it wasn't put) and I wondered if it was possessed. I debated whether to burn it or not. That night whilst I was holding onto it as a final test for good or ill, the rag doll turned into a ghost girl; pretty, black bobbed hair, red-rimmed eyes, a sharp smile, dressed in nothing but shadows, blood and grime.
I ran away, girlie ran amok. The only thing that stopped it was when it ran into a cornfield and there was a scarecrow that looked like http://verydemotivational.memebase.com/2010/02/03/demotivational-posters-epic-scarecrows/ mixed with Cheeseapple: a hanged/crucified skeleton shadow man with phosphor highlights and black silk banners strewn about. A guardian demon. Yey, I though desperately, Cheeseapple!
And lo, he made the ghost girl fade back into the doll. Brilliant. Shall I get on with the burning of icky stuff now?
There was an interlude of random stuff in a big house that was totally dull.
I went with the rag doll to the barn to burn it in peace.
Alas, in the barn was some idiot from my made-up-past who wished to hit me with a baseball bat 'til I fell over and then do unpleasant things to me.
He'd walloped me once - strike one! - when the ghost girl appeared. She started coming on to him, but then in short order she took a bite out of him, stole his baseball bat, and started to smite him with it.
I (concussed from being batted and somewhat panicked) hid in a corner whilst random bastard and ghost girl had a running battle. Then the bastard git released the hanged-man-scarecrow-thing, this time dressed in red rags.
I screamed out to Cheeseapple in desperation.
The messed up hangedman/scarecrow became a scarlet skinned version of Cheeseapple still with the white hair and eyes and the messed up body structure. Yey!
This bloody shadow demon joined forces with the ghost girl and eviscerated the bloke who'd wished to do bad things to me. The ghost girl returned later to gave me water and advise me to find more as I was dangerously dehydrated and panicked and she had to leave. There was a water trough in the far end of the barn. I staggered to my feet and ventured there to the stall at the end... A scarlet cheeseapple demon errupted at me like a dog on a short leash. Then, like a hound who suddenly recognizes its owner, it asked if we might curl up and it guard me as I slept. I said yes, knowing it was my Kiabit and so would not hurt me.....
Personal Kiabits really are kinda cool and for the win.
What else?
Clay pipes are fucking hard to light without pipe tobacco or old fashioned lucifer matches.
Also, have a scribble of Emmy...
She's normally skinnier looking than that, being generally malnourished. But she's been eating passibly lately (chivvied by good fortune and Charlie) and also is wearing a lot of layers - the raw darkman ways of the city ain't a plush lay past harvest after all...