Hey everyone,
This is Kirupa…I’ve invaded AC’s mind. Actually I couldn’t find a way to merge my post above all of the other posts that AC/Soul created, so I’m writing this here. In my total boredom and laziness, I found a rare gem of an idea in of the random posts of soul and asphalt - yeah, can you believe it?
Basically, the idea is to see how much worse we can make Soul’s trip to the outhouse. Please keep the conversation on topic - editing your post as needed, but no creating a new post unless you are continuing this thread.
Hope this takes off…my past few attempts at trying to create something cool haven’t been the best of ideas haha.
Cheers!
Kirupa :rambo:
Asphalt starts:
Soul lives ooop North… they still have outhouses 5 miles down the cobbled streets…
…in snow that comes all the way up to your shoulders with ravenous ravens circling over you, casting a shadow that blocks out the sun, forcing you to aimlessly wander in complete darkness - not knowing whether you will ever see your family or kirupaForum again…
…while the smell of freshly bbq-ed humans permeates the crisp, frozen air filled with the bang and clatter of the nomadic cannibals that make their home among the washed up seaweed that makes the frozen ground even more dangerous to the untrained feet of any normal human being not adept to the slippery, frozen path to the dreary “house of out” beyond the hill, across the bridge, under the tunnel, through a lagoon, and across the moor…
…where hungry, hungry hippos lay a-waiting for an unsuspecting soul to stumble, whereupon they strike, tearing the flesh off of their poor victim starting with…
…which explode into a thousand tiny fragments, littering your path with sharp shards that, with any tiny misstep, will enter your feet like a hot knife through a large bar of soap, leaving a trail of despair and blood for the rescuers to find you should the inevitable happen due to a…
…which glows in the dark, and thus easily recognizable due to lack of light also known as darkness which comes from the ominous shadow cast by the raven who still circles about Soul who is still slowly waddling up toward the “house of out” with a legion of miscreants following him and throwing large boulders of…
…which Soul, in his starvation, will never taste for he is an infidel, a Soul without a country, a king without a crown, a stranger in a strange strange land who one day hopes to see the vast opportunities afforded to him by this seemingly barren wasteland, though knowing that if he doesn’t reach his destination within the next few days, his memory will slowly start to fade and his vision will start to deceive him with pictures of asphalt floating around, replacing the image of the raven with that of a vulture, further removing him from the world of reality which he…
…but he mustn’t! The fate of the world lies entirely on Soul keeping it in. Should he release the sin that once stained the earth already, all life would be doomed to an eternity of…
(I’m the only one allowed to talk because it’s my trip to the toilet :P)
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