I was bored. I kinda wanted something to excite the mind. And it was going well! Until the dastardly opponent pulled that trick out of her sleeve and flipped the board...
The entire battlefield was turned on its' head, and I no longer had an advantage... in fact. The battlefield was practically gone.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postIt's not? That's weird... it feels like it is.
Like, how are you supposed to use an unorthodox tactic in chess, if every piece moves in very particular ways, and with all the rules?
... Or is that not the point, and I've been missing the point?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-thinks for a moment- A game...?
It didn't feel like a game. It was a life and death struggle- pawns fell to knights, knights fell to bishops- the feudal system was at stake, with regicide on the table, and no turning back...
But I guess that all changed with the great revolution, that flipped the board on its' head and now...
-picks up a lone pawn from the ground- The pawns rise up. And we have communist chess.
I don't really know how it works, so I just assume it's chess except every piece except the king is a pawn.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post (A rather childish and preachy drawing
◊ on sketchbook paper of decent quality hangs taped up near some of the jack 'o lanterns.) (The Presence observes this, as an outsider would.)
(A gnarled, mummified hand drags an old box of dominoes into an empty closet.) (Being here will not last, but it is contentment.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-tilts her helmeted head- Well geez, I was just trying to be nice!
You want a break, so I give you one, it's really all that simple, I don't get why you're angry at all, is it normal for you or something? Like it's normal for Laurel to be all gloomy, doomy and all around moody.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-The wolf nips Warwick at the nose before retreating into the forest-
-The big lug laughs as he gets up-
Okay okay... I’ll see ya tomorrow! Keep up with the lessons!
Hmm?
-The wolf catches site of the crudely drawn flyer-
Hallow...een? Huh. Must not be in my language.
Edited by Tatsumar on Oct 29th 2018 at 5:31:41 AM
Deerlast cryptic workpost i swear
(Flowers, candy and an empty can of Faygo lay atop an old grave, marked only by a crude wooden stake that reads:)
FUCKASS. rest in peace :o) (It watches from the window, uncomprehending.)
(An unmarked grave not far from it has been dug up, claw-like, bony marks fringing the crude hole's edges. A neat, if crude, log cabin made out of small, fat twigs sits beside the ruined grave.) (It watches the corpse as he lurches from the closet. The jerky, limping movements of the crushed figure soothe its Being somehow.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

Oh, me? I'm not upset. No, no, no. This is just me. Normal me. I talk a lot, Laurel usually stops me.
Before his ears "begin to bleed from exhaustion" -she lowers her hands from the air quotes she did, and shrugs-
But no, I'm not upset, scared, horrified, mortified, angry, dismayed, disappointed, annoyed, pissed, terrified, frightened, or any combination of the three.
Just surprised! See, I'm the one that usually sneaks up on people.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post