Discussion in 'Spam....' started by Sorillon, Jul 4, 2007.
Sor never left. Trust me.
**** you, twat
*While the pair of you are arguing a nearby table is fully spread out with breakfast*
*gnaws on Sor's hand*
i really need breakfast
want a piece of hand?
*the hand in Blackness' mouth turns into sugar*
*grows a new hand*
I could go for something edible. Not like, a hand.
i need to get out of bed
*the long quiescent tent, though maintained by the work of spells crafted in irritation by an owner too chaotic to watch over the premises in person, had not seen a soul in months*
*The land outside was manicured, pools, gardens, groves, and rides kept in immaculate condition, yet none came to witness or enjoy*
*the sound of singing birds cut off as a strange feeling of vague disturbance creeps over Sorillon's Tent*
*Without warning ethereal green and golden fires surge from the shut mouth of the tent, blossoming like a beacon into the skyline of Spamopolis*
*the machines of the tent thrum to vibrant life*
*A hermit with a strange mask observes the happenings of the tent from a great distance. Curiously he begins a long trek to investigate*
*finishes breakfast in the woods and notices the burning pillar*
*it swirls before vanishing as quickly as it appeared billowing into the sky*
*the grounds are still, the birds beginning to nervously sing as the tent once more awakens*
*sees the burning pillar*
Well that is one way of saying "Sor is here" most places just settle for a signpost. Well he better be cooking something nice, and I dont mean those pidgeons that happened to be in the way of the burning pillar.
Another great thread.
What do we want?
When do we want him?
As soon as he is available
Where do we want him?
In this tent
Why do we want him?
He is our buddy
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