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Post by HarneyBarnes on Oct 25, 2017 1:14:50 GMT
It was a dark and stormy night. After an evening of watching the black box in the living room, a time for some dinner was nearing arrival. To prepare for dinner, some bowls and cooking utensils were taken out. Knives, cutting boards, corkscrew, and some platters on the tables. I needed to bake up some potatoes, so I got out the oven pan from the small cabinet room. Small condiments like paprika, peppercorn, and salt were a given, a family staple. Next up was to reach out for some potatoes. I got out of the roller-stool and headed on over to the potato basket in the next room, what had occurred next had scarred me for life. I cannot bring this up without shaking in trauma.
There were no potatoes, and I forgot to buy potatoes at the store.
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Post by Jinxtengu on Nov 19, 2017 9:20:56 GMT
The amorphous, fungal tentacle beast dripped living eyeballs, and gave off a dank foetid stench as it wailed, lumbering through the darkness of the non-Euclidian architecture. The creature was Asian.
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Post by Jinxtengu on Nov 22, 2017 2:48:24 GMT
I’m referencing lovecrafts xenophobia obviously.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2017 1:44:21 GMT
The amorphous, fungal tentacle beast dripped living eyeballs, and gave off a dank foetid stench as it wailed, lumbering through the darkness of the non-Euclidian architecture. The creature was Asian. How the fuck does one follow this up
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Post by Jinxtengu on Nov 29, 2017 4:22:20 GMT
The amorphous, fungal tentacle beast dripped living eyeballs, and gave off a dank foetid stench as it wailed, lumbering through the darkness of the non-Euclidian architecture. The creature was Asian. How the fuck does one follow this up Probably it needs to go into space somehow, and have a touch of bringing the dead back to life. that might do it.
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