《The First Corridor of Old Works》Chapter 35: Giant Necked Incomprehensible Topless Giraffe Women
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He stared.
“- A quest, is it?”
The Throne Room:
It was a clearing more than a room. A pond centred the whole place, a fountain in the middle, a statue of a fish with human arms - six human arms - spouted water in a great arc out the organ-hole in the middle of its coupon. The water was white, somehow, it had been dyed that way, or by some other means - it wasn't foam, because the water from the fish mouth was more a consistent trickle – but, whatever, beyond that this was what it was.
There were other things he noticed so as to distract his mind with as much force as he could muster from the torrent of colours, in - lies[!]
that assailed him the instant he entered the place. Other features:
Sand everywhere; the place was a fake desert; great sand dunes, beautiful, perfect granules, of course, it was for aesthetic reasons, not the dirty sand of a real desert, nothing too real, all for aesthetic reasons. The walls: repeated jade masks, at least he thought they were masks, running along uninterrupted in repeating patterns of half a dozen, no a dozen, maybe 16 different faces, repeated over and over and over again. With black, black eyes, like an ocean of emptiness he wished to have no contact with at any time; beautiful women; but tricks in some sense. Their beauty was pure manipulation. Art did not understand his impressions, they were confused beneath the layers of colour that assailed him.
The Throne was ten feet off the floor, supported out the side of the wall of jade faces.
Giant necked incomprehensible topless giraffe women, four of them, stood on each corner, pretending to hold the Throne aloft, but it was really attached to the wall.
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A hundred tame white weasels, sniffed around the place, occasionally rolling over in the sand.
Fifty professional guardsmen stood at more or less attention behind the pond. Comparatively able looking.
This was the place beside the lies and the Queen of Waat, throned and watching him.
What kind of beauty was it? It hit him like an abstract notion, that and the swarm of colours inextricably intertwined that -
But what were the colours doing?
And what was the quest; he already had one, he was in a quest, or was he, was this just a trick of will, an illusion of self-determination, just a trick of glands that imparted meaning to him; that said he was on the correct path/the right route, to something, and now this - and why couldn't he focus, and why was his consciousness; his self, a plane upon which, it was the very plane upon which, whatever this was, call it a quest again, was - being - waged.
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Mana System - Hello, World! [Complete]
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8 214The Lady Inquisitor
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8 89Cornerman (Naruto)
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8 232Grumbo (Grian x Mumbo) Fanfic
Okay so I need to point out a few things. 1. I only ship the characters Grian and Mumbo, not Charles and Oli. This means that I am just shipping fictional characters. Basically, I ship Grian and Mumbo (as real live people) but not as Charles and Oli. (hopefull that makes sense)2. I don't ship a sexual relationship between them, for those who don't know, I don't write things like that, and I also don't generally like that. 3. This is most likely gonna include other hermitcraft characters, (again, the characters, not the actual people who play the characters) but none will be in any relationships they'll just be the friendly background people and friends. Rankings: #1 in grianxmumbojumbo#3 in hermitcraft7#15 in Mumbo (out of 494 stories)This story will be taken down if any hermits related to the story state they are uncomfortable with being a part of shipping/fanfiction (or names will be changed, depending on the person). If either Grian or Mumbo states they are uncomfortable with being shipped the story will be taken down immediately! I think that's it... well, enjoy the story!
8 71boxer [p.jm] ✔️
"Why don't you ever go into the ring?", he asked me, while my eyes drifted from the hanging bag in front of me to the guy who stood next to it. "I'd prefer to ruin the bags rather than someone's face," I tell him, smirking as his eyes went wide and he backed away. -A Park Jimin of BTS Fanfiction.-Created: January 14, 2018Ended: January 21, 2018
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