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Martin is out by the lake. He's not drunk, but he's working on it. Scotch, not Atlantean.
"...Pole-smoking, donkey-molesting, crotch-smelling, cock-guzzling, penis-nibbling, cunt-brained scuzzbucket. Window licking, baboon-fondling, crotch-slurping, dick-sucking, pimple-nibbling, shithead..."
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Noon: The room isn't just spinning. Its like a fucking ferris wheel. Martin manages to crack one eye open, and the resultant violation by sunlight causes him to scream. All in all, it is probably a good thing that the scream comes out more of a croaked whimper ( Read more... ) -
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Bandaged up the god that beat up dad the other day. Cussed him out pretty bigtime and survived. Go me. Dad and I had some conversation and scotch. I don't know. Maybe we'll be something less than against each other. He seems to want to be. And I met a girl with a tail. She seems sweet, but pretty naive. Met some woman named Anita. She ( Read more... ) -
IC: In the halls
So after a time or so has passed, Martin is trying to figure out where his room has moved to. It seems to be one of the ones that shifts around. He's got a map he found at the intersection of a couple of halls, and a red pen that he's been marking it off with.
And he can't find the damn thing.
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Met Uncle Corwin. Also talked to dad, some guy named Raven, and a dead guy calling himself Mercutio.
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Pre-Milliways
My stuff is spread out around me. I have a bedroll, a horse, food and water. The general stuff that I like to keep with me in my walk through the Shadows ( Read more... )