Well, back on track. Or as I like ta say, avoid boxer time!
Things….things. Ugh, I really wanna skip it. But the boxer’s eyeing me again, so! King Angst pushes MC Francis to ze spotlight. Here we go. Wait, there’s something blocking the view.
While we was being busy with “omg, lemme take a selfie with elusive Boxers!”) the Tree of Eternal Life was having a good day (having been around for a while, and it’s not like he’s just gonna run off on us). Skip!
MC still had a funny feeling in his palm, but it was fading fast. He decided to shake his hand hard for good measure (and decided against shaking his own, also for good measure), and become The Thinker. He knew the botherers were now somewhere, but he worried not, after all, time heals all. And being a statue when having not-a-thing for doing makes him feel like a firmer, more solid and grounded person. *cough*
Meanwhile, Scythes and pixies tumbled about in darkness, getting their bearings with the dim light in a grim forest. There was dark, damp forest (ah, who woulda thought) floor. Hmm, reminds me of somethin’. Ah! Lemme guess… preening soldier, was it? Or was it coughing? Ah, nevermind, I see some red gloves in the distance. I’ll…I’ll keep going….hahaha…
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In such a dark forest of overhanging branches, some skeletons were admiring themselves in condensed shadows. Most of them had just woken up one day, and found themselves piled onto a mound. Some sort of invisible ligaments held them at their joints, and they moved without a creak. They just... wobbled off to start their day. Yep. Totally rad.
Clothes weren’t an issue, so it might as well be paradise. The occasional cawing of arrogance would overwhelm their hearing, them finicky feathered fiends who often plucked their bones and caused the most awful dents - absolutely horrid! My word! Inconceivable! one skellie helpfully added- but they didn’t sense centipedes moving through their femurs, wrists, and arm bones. Skitter, skitter, shkoosh. Peek. Voyeur worms’ noticing had not been noticed, nor any authorities dialed.
Well, settings can change a lot, but they don’t change one thing! Ha! En garde! Mooom, the Scythes and pixies are fighting agaaaaain…. The struggle is real as foe fights fiend, hooves knocking, shoes clinking, armor clanking, scuffle sounds, neighs, barks, spells and curses and flashes of white, brown, and black wings trample the nearby tree into the ground, as it makes a ‘meep’ sound.
While the Tree of Eternal Life sips robbed tea in the background, verrrry far away. “Ah”, he says with bliss, “Good Evening. It’s ended right.”
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