Badfreednd

i was born in a land of rivers and trees, it has had many names and i have forgotten them all, but i will always remember the smells.  it was a green place, full of beautiful and wretched life, where blue birds plucked wallowing worms, and deer pranced through writhing mulch. it was there that i first learned the intricacies of rot, and the beautiful resilience of bone.  time in that place moved with the wind and the sun. the stars kept their secrets behind ancient boughs and only the mountains most treacherous paths could reveal them fully.  on one of the star paths was a cave of heavy darkness, the kind which watches, and hides gnashing teeth. at the back of the cave was a hole in the world, and it was there i discovered the frailty of flesh.  for nine and nine days i squeezed myself down into the guts of the world, chasing dreams of voices into the deepest dark. i sustained my body on the lives of crawling things, and my being through bargains and spite. there cam...

his back was killing him,  the road had evened out but he still carried those hills. rolling, like him, except you don't roll a bike. you push them, and that's what he did. the bike was a bad call but he didn't want to leave it to die. it may still be loved, but maybe not. the training wheels help, they allow independence without much risk. there are birds circling ahead, he holds his breath. the slime bubble farts. it is spread thin, it must have come from orbit. they do very well in space. they say a goldfish never stops growing, they are leviathan. kessler effected motor oil rain burns a planet bare over years, they concentrate into autonomous spills.  they become new problems.  they are omnivores with hundreds of mutations for novel food stores. singularity driven, it offers nothing in return, all that is consumed is completely destroyed.  anti matter jelly roombas from acid snot nebula hive hungers. he might need to run, not fast, just faster than molasses. it's...

use ghostface as a curse tied to a place, and some people within it violence echoes on lashing waves the physical manifestations of murder there are rules and subversions a rule will save your life a subversion will try and kill you they turn into one another when used forever and ever in different shapes and sizes

i love professional wrestling violent dancers painting human, flawed glory names, dates each move, history loving spectacle and emotion lovely temporal collisions protective melees beauty brave athletisim time stamped collaboration hopeful passion and community flying screaming expression forever story art

time spews away from me in vast geysers, every second a smaller piece of the whole, fractions of fractions moving at the speed of thought and memory. vast halls of expierience, house baubles and curiosities, uncatalogued, they roll loose on the floor. deeper under the world stonework becomes oppurtunistic. smooth, rarely level, and often wet, moving quickly carries risks of noise and pain, the earths quiet treachery.  squeezes defy the stiff certainties of plate, they deny its passage without offerings of grease or oil.  encounter table: 1d8 stuckbeetle (oil beetle, stucckoil: apply to door to make it stuck, effective as iron spikes, works on metal joints)  2d4 sauna drake (crocodile, fire breath, flesh turns water to steam, leather retains the property)  3d4 g. vampire bat, 1in20 chance one is a vampire a possessed doll (wood golem, a demon locked in wooden curves of vicious strangesness. prefer lurking) 1d4 knight with 1d4 squire (veteran, normal human, zealots, he...

myopic giants tear at the edges of the world, their vast gullets fed futures in quarters by pharaohs, doomsday rulers furnishing grand and lonesome tombs. kings ransoms transmuted into gilded chambers beneath paradise, consequence contingencies for the eventualities of exploitation.  better to bury billions than give up a cent. time bleeds from open wounds, paid for in pennies and examples in the name of hydratic growth and rotten dignity.  complicity is mandatory and airborne, do not acknowledge the stains, do not look back on the bones and keep your eyes on the dimming horizon. history is haunted, and ghosts grow restless when perceived. ice swells in cities, frigid hearts wield spears of bitter entitlements, cosplay commandos prescribed kevlar and rifles, some people burn the world around them to avoid bitter pills. worldviews locked in fish eyed perspectives that deny others humanity.  long winded martyrs serve the most powerful, while wearing toilet paper chains of o...