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It's the lofty towers that you see first as you make your way towards the city.On drawing closer you see the great gatehouse with a niche containing the weather beaten statues of Nick with Beauty,the city founders and symbols of their authority.Stopping to better appreciate the sculptures,your nostrils are assailed by the smell from the river that flows sluggishly nearby.Here stray dogs scavenge among the piles of human waste:cast-out citizens bloated beyond recognition floating face down,rags,faeces,rotten meat,empty beer cans,discarded rum bottles,bones and broken pottery strewn across its banks.The city dumping ground.The desiccated remains of perceived villains,divested of influence,blight the landscape as they hang from scaffolds.A wagon passes out through the gates and a crew empty barrels of refuse into the water.Nauseated by the ripe stench,you hasten beyond the gates to the city proper.
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A group of dirty faced denizens mill about each other raining blows on any head they have within reach.Diminutive,these are marked as newcomers jostling for recognition.Acts of derring-do and knavery are on show for all to view here.Some stand apart quietly eating discarded nosh,gaining in girth all the whilst and making sure to keep out of reach of the swinging sticks which,at times,shoes are violently thrown at them.
Thus is the welcome to the city of Turfwars: a place of pride,wealth,poverty,frustration,authority,fairness,high art,pornography,yawns,beggary -
The Main Street will be the first thing you will encounter.The finest buildings are here with their solid brick and stonework and many windows.Shops also are commonplace with their articles on display.The inns are places to chat,share information and also swap gossip,which seems highly prized indeed.The road is paved and wide and pedlars hawk their wares from wheeled contraptions.Here is obvious wealth and cleanliness in stark contrast to the quagmire of outside.As you continue inwards you encounter packed residences and tiny shop premises with their eye-catching signs,some advertising codes.Some are forgettable whilst others are recognisable.The residences are painted in rich distinguishing colours and while some are sturdily built,others are haphazardly so,thus betraying the rank of the owner.
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Small alleys run off at angles from the street.Dark and smelly,these are little better than warrens,garbage strewn but populated by much activity.The buildings are sagging,poorly constructed with little thought given to the foundations.Many of which are subdivided into smaller hovels.No demand is made of these denizens to maintain their tenements.Many other alleys show more neglect with boarded up doors and windows which are prey to squatters.Rent is taken without fear of protest or reprisal from these places.
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Continuing up the street you are struck by the appearance of parks and high walled cloisters which denote the presence of brotherhoods or alliances if you will.These are well maintained places and one can only catch a glimpse of what is within by stealing glances through the regular opening and closing of their stout doors.
Then there are the towers that you had spotted first from the distance.On closer inspection these are even more immense than you had imagined.These towers are crowned by an eyrie,the tallest of which was a tower of near 100,000 feet!A range of speakers perched at regular intervals blasted out the name "Dunn" every five minutes.Pancamo Tower was another,noteworthy for its height as well as spring loaded boxing gloves which would launch willy-nilly at perceived felons from its base. -
Many others were huge structures with a plethora of towers reaching 40-50,000 feet.Some seemed vacant.One tower had a huge club shaped foot hanging from its eyrie and on another I could make out a massive hairy proboscis.I noted an exceptional tower with a Trout emblem emblazoned upon a pennant fluttering from its lofty top.One tower,though certainly not the tallest gave the impression of having only the sky as the limit.It had a bridge built to another with a shield announcing it as the tower of SusanMTC.A shield bearing norman soldier,with an arsenal of weapons,stood guard at its door.Another tower was essentially a pile of nuts;home to a giant squirrel no doubt.Scorch marks surround Viper Tower.Those foolhardy enough to throw bombs against its walls were visibly shaken and maimed from their antics.
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I decided to climb one but soon thought the better of my choice as it appeared to be built of solidified turd.In fact The Lord of the tower,one Lord Rudge would with great frequency,poke his legendary ample hams out over the edge of his eyrie to purge his bowels.The spray caught many an upturned face off guard,I'll tell you and the splatter many a passerby.Duair and Fachan towers were in close proximity to each other.I finally settled on Mystery tower, owing to its handrails and many supports,and climbed a few hundred feet until the ground became frighteningly distant.Growing dizzy,I settled into a nook and took stock of the view.It was a splendid one in a still melancholy way.An expanse of muted browns,suffused blues,greys,dark olive-greens,all toned umber by the sunlight as if under a transparent film of old damar varnish.Far away I spied quicksilver glimmer like a heat vibration.The distant sea. The city,lit at an angle by the sun revealed a fascinating wealth of detail.
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Below a huge behemoth of a person wearing a domino sporting ink-black stars moved about inspecting his hotdog stands that stood at near every street corner across the city.I watched a broad shouldered gent who seemed in deep thought outside a barbers as a figure rushed by with sheafs of paper and pencils running about like a Tasmanian devil.Meanwhile a man was calling out names from a VW van.One grim faced individual,wearing a tight black leather skullcap,sold trinkets and cursed would-be customers proclaiming not to give a fig to their protests.Here a man with big pants and thumb.There a person who berated himself and spoke with two distinct voices.A man dressed as a hyena seemed everywhere.My eye wandered to a large set man in a funky looking smock atop a buffalo,entreating the beast to plant its hooves into a prostrate figure with a nasty arse rash.Others walked by disinterested or oblivious to his calls for succour.
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My musings were cut short from below by the call of a hoarse voice.I looked down to see a man,standing with two others,spilling what looked like a bottle into his wide open mouth.I descended and discerned what he imbibed to be a bottle of Sailor's Jerry.The person proffered his rum and introduced himself as Big Cat.I took an instant liking to him and his friends.One was Charlie Siega whose mouth sported a loose drunken grin.He was ogling the passing girls with his hands moving in their pockets fitfully.The other was Mess,whose mouth was twisted in a half smile,making some asides of deep feeling and pathos.They insisted on showing me the more intimate parts of their city,from the filthy piggeries to the high courts and so I gladly accepted their invite
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Very nice mate
great read from a great wordsmith 👍👍👍 -
oEXILEo wrote:
As always👍 well written budVery nice mate
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Awesome!
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9 The first port of call was to a tavern where I was introduced to a chap called Fartex who skipped with glee with every emittance of gas from his winking horror hole.The fellow sitting to his left was Maz who drank prodigiously and benched luxuriantly over a rich repast.A gent with white buttons running down his tight trousers presented himself as Carl.He proudly showed me his knife collection and I took him for a capital chap though a trained killer.His companion kept insects in jars and spoke of a love for extracting teeth from the unwary.I clamped my mouth tightly shut as I shook Baz's hand.One named Deadly spilt Guinness into his looping mouth as another,looking much like an 86 year old ramb played something like tiddly-winks alongside Exile,who muttered something about 'magical' appearances of new pieces of coloured discs,and FS who sat with a rose in his lapel.A gent called Johnson sat with Lord Bio on the other side of the board and all exchanged friendly banter.
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A blonde haired man looked up forlornly at the ceiling and spoke of older rules.BC looked on wistfully and noted that many of his pieces were on the floor at which a group chanting "NWR" has blown onto the floor with a discreet ostrich feather,but he joked about it when I asked him of its import and took another hearty swig of Sailor's.
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The door opened and in walked a universally liked character who had a drink pressed into his hand.Asked to join the game,this man called DC politely declined saying that he was waiting for some friends of his from a group called Capo at which he was informed that they haunted other watering dens though some were sure to be in later.But DC decided to stay on seeing a shapely girl in a short black dress take a seat and smile at all present.All eyes fell on Bella and the waiter called Eagle nearly fell over,such were his looks of appreciation,and was lucky not to knock into the table as he served sweet syrups,pickled foods,caramelised goat's cheese and weed to the clientele.
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Someone has WAY too much time on their hands. Get out and experience the world a little.
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Leaving the tavern we were treated to a spectacle which proved to be near fatal merriment for the victim 〓8====D💦💦〓.He was clamped into a mesh frame and had the top of his minuscule skull deftly removed.Ge onlookers were invited to gaze upon the poisoned brain within.I took the time to comment that it looked like moldy cheese at which all nodded in agreement.Wires ending in wart-like lozenges were attached to the offensive matter and connected to a contrivance powered by a bicycle not far off.The lucky devil chosen to pedal the bicycle was Razor and his look of bliss was the exact opposite of the look of fear that shone on the victim's knotted face.Testing the apparatus,the 'warts' quivered and sparked.The loosening of bowels and blossoming piss patches showed that all would go well and fun was assured.Popcorn vendors appeared and did a tidy business as the pathetic prisoner was put through his paces.
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His jaw set,biting through his rapidly blackening tongue,and his legs kicked an intricate skip and this seemed to inspire Razer to ever greater speeds on his bike.Finally the victim was cast loose and thrown into a waiting wagon to be dumped outside.The top of the skull was thrown in as it was useless to be used even as an ashtray.The poor fool,nursing his melted brain,even lifted his scrawny arm to bid us all a good day."Now off to the flea-market," said BC,wiping a tear of laughter from his eye.
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A great read 👍
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It's been far too long since we've had a new read vish 👍👍
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Read this forum for the first time in ages and saw this 👏👏👏👏👏👏 dear Vish.
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Vish my friend, you really are a talent. Whenever I read a post of yours I never fail to have a smile put on my face.
Looking forward to more instalments. You're a forum wizard
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If you wrote a book, I would buy it 👏👏
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Outstanding! Please continue
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AWESOME!!!!! I have a tower! Great read Vish, these gems need to be put into a forum group all their own.
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Words cannot describe how truly awesome that read was!👍
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Great read as always Vish👍🍺
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I like how the towers scale to mob size. People would probably break their necks trying to gaze up at Dunn's.
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TheRamb Add: 86 wrote:
If you wrote a book, I would buy it 👏👏
Mr Big Cat wrote:
Looking forward to more instalments. You're a forum wizard
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NoLifePN wrote:
Some say that the final 3rd of his tower is in orbit, others say it is the second half that's in orbit.I like how the towers scale to mob size. People would probably break their necks trying to gaze up at Dunn's.
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