LazarusBoard

Tea drinkers wrote:

Dear people of the internet,

I am a new member of "Lazarus", and, new to this game / country-simulation. I am a friend of Snoodum & Mzeusia.

Please would any comrade help me out.

I look forward to sharing tea with you.

So do you frown against having a Boston Tea Party.

Beer leader is home with the twins who have a day off. They're making snickerdoodle cookies and white bread. the house smells delicious and they're having fun.

Mzeusia wrote:

*Is happy*

Thanks, you're welcome to come over for cookies and tea.

Daniel stood in some dark mirror of his office. The walls were torn, and the roof was gone. Birdlike eyes flew across the sky. It hurt his eyes to look at. He left the room. As he strolled down the hallway, his footsteps echoed loudly. He heard movement and spun around. A dead godling skittered across the floor. Its many legs were unnatural in their geometry with eyes that saw the birth of universes. He raised his hand and crushed it with the all-pervasive shadows of this place.

He continued onwards. The skittering in the dark continued, and there was a low drone in his ears. He finally exits out of the Capital building and startles upon seeing a dead wasteland. There is an ocean far to his right. On the beach was a species of dead whales. Instinctively, he knew they weren't whales but mere personifications of a long-dead species that had died in the cold, unforgiving realm of space. The ocean was ultimately still, and he dared not go near it.

He glances behind himself and notices that the building is gone. He walks forward. Dead nightmares are given shape in this shadow world, and the trees wish for nothing but absolution. He wonders if this is the afterlife before shaking the thought away. It would be best not to think about that. He continues onwards. The spiderkings of the world sit high on their crystal thrones of entropy and gaze upon him like he was nothing but an insect, and to them, he was.

He curiously wonders how long it been. 3 days, his mind whispers. Peculiar.

They’re climbing the corpse of what might very generously be called an elephant, but one that is the fetid remains of something consumed from the inside out. He can see the miles long spires that could be considered a ribcage, the twining row of repugnant tusks upon which creatures are burnt in dark flame, their futures consumed by the fire and the lines of tribute the kindling to this massive pyre.

The waypoint is somewhere inside the elephant, which means climbing it. And the only way to do that is to scale the gleaming yellow chains tying it down to the vortex of churning chaos, a maelstrom that has already consumed an ethereal serpent long as a continent.

It takes him hours to climb the chains. As he reaches the top, the dead elephant screams, and Daniel bursts into a sprint. He sees the only way out and jumps through. As he reappears back in his office, he checks the date. It has been precisely 1 hour since he left.

Daniel shut out the nightmares personified and ignored the litanies of dead gods in the back of his mind. He had a country to run

Guiness Freaks wrote:

Beer leader is home with the twins who have a day off. They're making snickerdoodle cookies and white bread. the house smells delicious and they're having fun.

Tubbius peeks in the window.

Beer leader voted for honey bunny in the poll as he loves pulp fiction and that was a great line. that was what the poll was about right? #thepathoftherighteous

Mzeusia wrote:

He can probably smell them but inviting him would be nice.
Also, being a beekeeper sounds nice.

Beer leader *has strongly contemplated keeping bees and will probably do so in the near future. He has been studying and will need some more resources first. But he had a dream about keeping bees over the weekend so it must happen.

Treadwellia wrote:

Mmph mmph MMPH!

Problem: Tubbius is stopped by the door, which is not Tubbius-sized.

Chimney!

Guiness Freaks wrote:

Chimney chimney chimney!!!

Chim-chimney chim-chimney chim-chim-cheree?

Mzeusia wrote:

Chimney!

CHIMNEY!

Mmph mmph!

Guiness Freaks wrote:

Beer leader *has strongly contemplated keeping bees and will probably do so in the near future. He has been studying and will need some more resources first. But he had a dream about keeping bees over the weekend so it must happen.

^-^ If you go for it, good luck! We got bees for the first time like... 7 years ago. But they all died because we didn't really know much about taking care of them. My mother joined a bee club a few years ago though and with the advice of the folks there we've been able to maintain about 8 hives and have gotten lots of honey! \o/

Treadwellia wrote:

Tubbius points a pudgy finger at MILK.

Beer leader pours the portly papa a pint sized glass of milk. Er all we have around here are pints or shots and it's tough to dunk the cookies in the shot glasses.