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Story Example
The Skull
A rainstorm appeared during the sunset, rainclouds above the haze forming vast darkness. The rainfall slightly dissipated the smog, but the cold water, upon pooling here and there along the warm flesh-ground, formed some steam. The fog, steam, rainfall and haze drastically limited vision and orientation.
Trudging along the wet, raindrop-spattering meaty surface like a demented tortoise with two legs, Kirby made her way towards nowhere, her mechanical frame clinking, rattling and shuffling as she moved, clad feet squishing the flesh-ground and leaving an imprint at each step. The falling drops of water tinkled against her armour, also rolling down its jagged parts like sweat. Considering the trail of footsteps behind her, Kirby seemed to have wandered randomly in multiple directions.
Kirby moved through the steamy fog, the eerie whiteness swirling as she moved through it. Her pace adjusted every few seconds, changing from walking to jogging. She stopped and exhaled strongly, breath fuming out the breathe holes in her great helm and then floating away. Kirby slightly leaned back and looked up, big beady black bug-eyes gazing through the eye sights of her helm, almost as if they wanted to jump out the eye sockets.
Kirby felt the few raindrops that fell through the eye sights of her helm splat against the surface of her large compound eyes, feeling the rain tickling them. She continued breathing audibly, sounding like a tower of iron, breath steamy, gazing into the dark, rainy sky, resting the hollow steel shaft of her poleaxe over her paul*ron. Normally, she’d be cold already, but now that she was undead, she barely felt anything anymore. With nothing to do, Kirby continued her pointless travel, walking off into the foggy environment.
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Sometime later, Kirby stumbled upon a strange thing. Sticking out of the ground was a giant human skull, covered in thick red flesh, perhaps ten feet tall and six feet wide.
04-Jul-2015 02:46:28
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06-Jul-2015 09:19:44
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Azigarath