Post by rorschalk on Mar 15, 2023 17:37:08 GMT
[The rorschalk sidles onto the crystal cave holding ONE NIGHT AT THE BAR and COMEUPPANCE in his two hands. The glassy columns of clear ice shot through the cavern hold vague reflection of the floors former incarnations. A figure slumps in one, seemingly smoking as he shakes his head and plays with his tie. In another, a figure sitting in the lotus position levitates above a cat at reposed or perhaps it is a bear skin rug shrunken to the standard deviation. Turning slight toward the camera, the Rorschalk breaks the 4th wall]
Here, you enter the coils of the Monkey.
Here, my power was born.
Here, all things are possible...
...and all things meet their opposites.
If you wish to follow, know that such knowledge as will be on display in the deeper regions of this place may blind and burn you.
[He pauses as if listening to your reply]
Then blind me and burn me you say? Well all righty then. Follow me!
[He skips down the winding trail ignoring the precipitate drop on either side like a child carefree at play, turning like a screw into the stifling Earth deeper and deeper down, still down like a wintering shrew, steady as she goes with cap in hand]
Down the aery mountain, Down the rushy glen, we daren’t go ahunting, for fear of little men…
[So saying, he’s arrived at an outcrop of flat land, bereft of dangerous cliff dwelling drops under the sway of howling banshees. Kneeling at the outer most boundary of the shelf inside the airy cavern, he lays the cap down]
This blessed plot, this golden realm, this place we called the Haunted Disco, tis namoore Though wholly changed in aspect this place is still the floor.
Awake! There is capital to assess for the rare and precious mettle that breeds capital gain! Avast!
Here, you enter the coils of the Monkey.
Here, my power was born.
Here, all things are possible...
...and all things meet their opposites.
If you wish to follow, know that such knowledge as will be on display in the deeper regions of this place may blind and burn you.
[He pauses as if listening to your reply]
Then blind me and burn me you say? Well all righty then. Follow me!
[He skips down the winding trail ignoring the precipitate drop on either side like a child carefree at play, turning like a screw into the stifling Earth deeper and deeper down, still down like a wintering shrew, steady as she goes with cap in hand]
Down the aery mountain, Down the rushy glen, we daren’t go ahunting, for fear of little men…
[So saying, he’s arrived at an outcrop of flat land, bereft of dangerous cliff dwelling drops under the sway of howling banshees. Kneeling at the outer most boundary of the shelf inside the airy cavern, he lays the cap down]
This blessed plot, this golden realm, this place we called the Haunted Disco, tis namoore Though wholly changed in aspect this place is still the floor.
Awake! There is capital to assess for the rare and precious mettle that breeds capital gain! Avast!
