Post by doomey on Jul 17, 2019 13:48:45 GMT
Joy to you Jay,
I sit on the glass tiles in the middle of the Floor, they’re on constant pulse, brother. The lightshow is batshit crazy, and I cannot for the life of me figure out how to turn them off. We examined the capital you sent. It didn’t quite cut the mustard, whatever that means. In our current format, we can’t fit Memories of Home into our Zelda puzzlescape. Sorry to let you down. We want to accept everyone who has the strange desire to be a part of our magazine universe, but we just can’t due to restrictions and particular glitches in our nomadic system. In a week, might be an entirely diff story. But today our worlds do not mesh, we’re separate, like the moon and an ant colony under a painted lady in the San Francisco hills.
Keep it unreal,
Boligard Doomey
The Floor
www.tqrstories.com
I sit on the glass tiles in the middle of the Floor, they’re on constant pulse, brother. The lightshow is batshit crazy, and I cannot for the life of me figure out how to turn them off. We examined the capital you sent. It didn’t quite cut the mustard, whatever that means. In our current format, we can’t fit Memories of Home into our Zelda puzzlescape. Sorry to let you down. We want to accept everyone who has the strange desire to be a part of our magazine universe, but we just can’t due to restrictions and particular glitches in our nomadic system. In a week, might be an entirely diff story. But today our worlds do not mesh, we’re separate, like the moon and an ant colony under a painted lady in the San Francisco hills.
Keep it unreal,
Boligard Doomey
The Floor
www.tqrstories.com