Scivillage

I was wondering about the inspiration for your hallusinations there for a while. King Nexus? I think i've missed something here.

Decided to hide the scirum, it effects medications badly. I created some new meds for nutty to play with.
 
I think I would be this random old (though I'm not) crazy lady (crone) Just kind of randomly around, with mad cap ideas, and general insanity. Maybe a witch, maybe not. Maybe I eat children, who knows.
 
Well there's a reason there is no kids then eh?
And if Comi Ham keeps up with Faye there I should have a nice meal sooner or later.
 
(Blue, was I too vague? I tried not to be too longwinded. I must have been too short-winded. :p The man is my father, the woman is my mother. Repressed memories. When I started writing it, I started out with my father being gored by bulls but then at the end I spontaneously started quoting Slayer and decided a war torn scene would be better. So, my father ended up being a king of a land torn by rebellion. My mother a queen, and I a prince. That's why I wondered if it was a communist rebellion. Communist Hamster might have been involved somehow. Damn commies.

Cyberia, play nice. We're a peaceful bunch in here. Get too frisky and the place tends to clear out. ;))
 
They'd be nice in a light bernaise sauce, and I'm only kidding. Kids are far to high in carbs! XD
 
Laying near the fire pit stuffed to the braking point with ox, I listen to ilde chatter while snoozing, a new villeger emerges from the woods and the chatter takes a new twist, as they start to talk about kids, kids in a sauce, mmmm dessert, suddenly im hungry again.

(Nexus it was a good post, but the part in the () was confusing, but i see i got it rigth:)
Wasn't Comham shaging with anohter hamster, and what da hell is your avatar cyberia :))
 
Fitful dreams... The palace burns... The servants throwing themselves upon the swords of the weapons of the mob to allow our escape... A great fiery burning... A grey land... Ashes... Ashes... A red banner fluttering fitfully in the wind... Ashes... Bones... Great piles of bones... Ghouls in habits... Cruel beatings... Torturous abandonment... Sister Mary Catherine... An angel... They... They killed... They killed her... Why... Why does everything keep changing... She loved me... They killed her... Ashes... Bones...
 
Peers out of a dark shadowy corner, while smoke from the apparently burning ox fills the room. The gentle aroma of burnt flesh mixes with the hint of herbs from my cup of tea.

Fortunes told, and minds read. 1 egg OBE. Curses Hexes and jinxes half an egg and up. (no gaurantees). religious artifacts; Kind of Gaurenteed to cure what ails yah! I also do requests on death dirge Karaoke night. and Muffins. (no medicinal qualities)

(My av is a girl in a corset, it doesn't read very well which disapoints me. Which icons could be bigger.)
 
New chick in town. i no longer feel outnumbered. Finally, someone that understands hair care!!!

Love the corset :-D
 
Got any charms to cure insanity? I'm working through it myself, but I'm kinda getting bored with it. No one's playing along... :( And NuttyFish has to be the worst therapist I've ever seen. (Not that I've ever seen one in real life. ;)) And maybe a charm to restore my kingdom from communist oppression? I'll be over here in the corner going mad if you come up with something. :)

Edit: And how dare you mention hair care, Blue?! My glorious hair that was so ruthlessly plucked from my head by that dratted Kunax...
 
If I had a charm to cure insanity would I be sitting here selling muffins?

Communist oppression! HA! That's the problem with you Bourgsoi (er... forgive the spelling) pigs! Communism is a glorious thing! Just because you're better than me doesn't mean I'm lazy! Now buy a muffin and fund the revolution.
 
*yawn*...what is all this commotion about? Ooops, must have fallen asleep at the table, so sorry. Where are my manners...

Good morning Invert, Blue, Kunax and,.... oh, a new face...welcome to the village.

Time to get some breakfast.
 
:( Guess I'll have to work it out myself then. Some witch you turned out to be...

The dream shifts... A smash... A crash... Family of four... Family no more... Milkman blood... Blood and milk... milk and blood... blood and milk... Drunken milkmen driving drunk...


Edit: Oh, Blue, Kunax may have caused it, but you could at least not mention hair around me. Especially in my... weakened state... :p It's ok, I forgive you. I imagine you thought I couldn't hear you since I was sleeping. :D
 
(Such good manners you have, dreamwalker. Why, I would be proud to have you as my butler when I become King. :p Of course, I will remain the ill-mannered slob that I am now and no one will be able to gainsay me or chop... off with the head. :D)
 
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