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As I walked through the market, it's cobblestone streets worn and it's seems bursting with bustling activity and trade, I couldn't help but notice a man sitting directly in the middle of the establishment. I would describe the man as a lunatic of sorts. Clothes ripped and torn, he sat there babbling about stories towers and magic. Although several other peddlers of the market square thought well of the man, I gave a hearty chuckle at the crazed figure and his pee-stained attire, and bid them good day. I returned to my cottage, covert as it was and nestled in the mountains, which seemed a dark hue of byzantium this time of year, and where I would not be bothered with such irrelevance.
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A heady mixture of the arcane,cultish practices, pure invention and fanfare are the provision of the medical world.Shoulders slumped and looking miserable,a line of men and women waited their turn to be seen by a doctor within a wagon parked nearby.Inside a patient spoke his name (ZAG) and pointed to a discoloured grub-like growth that had sprouted just above his right eye and from which red streaks radiated.Doctor Osu-Girl filed off the plug of flesh,cursing the patient for his screams of pain.A soupy mass of green-yellow ooze issued forth,the patient tensed,reddened and shat.The orderly,AVZ,mopped up the mess and carefully put away the bucket for the bottling of curative ointments later.
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Osu inspected her handiwork,nodded as if in confirmation of a suspicion,prepared a pipe with tobacco and blew smoke into the patient's worried face,and pores as orderly Yogi,almost cheerfully,blasted a barbed brass tipped bellows deep up poor Zag's rectum to combat the abscesses that proliferated his damp stink eye."You sprained your ankle.Now don't be afraid to walk upon it and do add these codes".The patient,effusive in his thanks,scuttled out painfully on all fours,hissing all the whilst,from the surgery.
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Our appetites slightly dampened and distracted ,we were almost knocked down by a diligence.It stopped and a voice and manner of a person of status hailed us from behind drawn curtains from inside the carriage.Thus we were introduced to Swagger who offered to take us to the harbour.We gladly accepted the invite and climbed aboard to be regaled with stories from this much travelled person who had hopped all over the globe and back.She spoke of the city of GS and compared it poorly to our city. Amongst many other things,and so we raced through the red light district and Vulvetta district (promising ourselves to return to such places) on our way to the docklands.
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The details of the docklands came into view.Rickety structures several stories high with balconies.Canals webbed the area,at times disappearing into tunnels under the structures.Barges and smaller boats moved along the canals whilst others lay moored by its banks.Canal stink was everywhere and much industry was evident.We said our goodbyes to Swagger and thought to rent a gondola but the price was prohibitive.Finally we boarded a bamboo rickshaw kept by Captain Eastwood.He recommended the only 5 star hotel in the area with its many verandas but on taking stock of our apparel,set course for the house of his friend M2.Seeing the abode of M2 did nothing to charm us.It was built of thousands of discarded mollusc shells and sported a dried-seaweed roof.Noting our expressions,Eastwood spoke of M2's passion for cleaning windows and capricious gusts of wind that afforded nice views of the passing tourists."Skirts", he said lasciviously."Set sail!",whooped Charlie,with steepled hands.
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Awesome, love my part 😝 !
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Thank you for my cameo 😍
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There were two main dockyards.The older of the two was "Apple Dock" and the other was a new construction christened "Android dock" which was presently being painted.There was a regular flow of small cogs,ferries,large ships and barges that made stop at the city.A princely yacht,with many gun ports,called the "Groucho and BigRedV" roamed the area with a flotilla of ships not far off flying flags with black stars.The port agent "The Man" looked expectantly at the horizon and foretold the arrival of huge liners packed with new people.His scanned the sky,cursing whenever he thought to spy skyships.
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Several dozen folk stood around a makeshift platform where Darken Rahl was frantically taking money offered up by willing hands.Excited shouts from a growing crowd were avidly watching how a man called Tech sped around on a jet ski dragging a 'banana-boat' on which a row of people held on tightly to.He drew white 8s in the water and aimed for the waves head on oblivious to the cries from the party in his wake.He zig-zagged with consummate skill,tucked his head down into his shoulders and raced under a low stretch of pier.Darken Rahl and the crowd watched in hushed silence.I later found out that Darken only paid out to those whose "riders" kept their heads.A profitable business no doubt where payouts were few.
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You have major talent Vish
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Nice story. Reminds me of DEAMERICA and the days of Hectatamus and Captain Planet... *sigh*
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Great imagery! My shirt is a bit tight. 😳😳 👍🐢
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Love it my friend!!! 🍪🍪🍪🍪
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Keep going !! 👍
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Nearby a figure,standing upon a soapbox,spoke of terrorism.A kindly gent named ROSSBOSS advised us to stay back,drawing our attention to the froth that formed on the speaker's mouth and spray on any that stood too close.At our safe distance we found ourselves beside a gent with an owlish face,blue piercing eyes,and shoulder length hair parted in the middle.His clothes were casual : a bright orange turtleneck,tan corduroy trousers with white socks and a pair of badly scuffed black loafers.He was putting away a notepad and pencil into his satchel and identified himself as Fallacy,a journalist and editor of the TW news.He complained of a dearth of news and trundled away dejectedly,narrowly missing a wheelbarrow piled high with rotten vegetables owned by KMB who anticipated a flurry of business.
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In our search for a place to address the growing grumbles of our poor bellies,we saw Thunder Dan who with baggy breeches gathered at the knees,heavy grey twill stockings and broad-toed shoes,sought to help a drunken horseman who had fallen into a tangle of vines and brackish water.Getting dark and hungry like ourselves,Dan tired of the task,accepted an invite of a drink from Wreckoo, and left the stricken horseman with King of Chaos who took the chance to tell his captive listener of DEAMERICA.
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Darkness descended and fog blew in off the sea,creating street echoes and soft light around the street lamps.The 'Help and Strategy' office stood close-by with its doors open.We entered the lobby which smelt of years of waxed wood,worn leather,heavy curtains and polished brass.The lobby was near deserted with nobody at the reception desk.Upon tinkling a small provided bell,a lady appeared from a back room dabbing at her chin with a napkin.Without a word,she pointed to a rack with a wide assortment of pamphlets and flyers and disappeared back into the back room.Mysterious lady we thought.
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👏😍mr.Akamai no ka oi. I luv it, all of it, please dont stop! I especially luv my part, mahalo nui loa😘
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Awesome
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A magical mind Vish and like the lads above have pointed out- if you publish a book I would buy it!
Nevermind The Hobbit or The Lord of the Rings- TW City the movie!! -
Early the next morning,we sought out SwampDonkey,the tourist agent,who was working at a high bench singeing a pelt from some unsettlingly human like creature. We watched in fascination as his hands worked effortlessly so as to sooth away the look of 'dreadful surprise' on the leathery face for one of 'barely contained mirth'.He tossed it onto a growing stack of pelts and finally looked up,seemed to consider us,grinned."We wish to tour the river",we quickly explained.He took out a few tickets from his dungarees and pointed out the boat that we should take.
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The boat was an airboat with a metal cage around a huge propellor.It was dented and dark-red stained in parts and the Elbows,the pilot,bid us to take a seat.We sat to the front and a group of undersized friends led by a certain Puglife sat at the back.Elbows pulled back the throttle and the boat lunged out onto to the water.Sweeping out in a great arc,Puglife was thrown back violently against the mesh cage.His last word of "fuck" was charged with emotion.What was left of him slid into the water,helped by the boot of Getch,a fellow passenger.Elbows powered up the boat again as unlucky Pug sank from sight with his wildly thrashing buddies.
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Our spirits heightened rather than dampened,we were treated to views of the far shore.A score of mansions and palatial homes we saw.Homes to vast landholdings and of considerable influence.USA,FatMike,SAM,Yomama1064,Leadfoot,aTOM,MAL,sofresh,Money,Fox all having their fiefdoms there.LaTortuga had a villa under construction.Also the country homes of Viper,Susan,Funky,M2 and Maverick.We stopped for a minute's silence by DVC's home;saddened to hear of the passing away of such a fine person,we said a prayer.Rest in Peace DVC.
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😂 Puglife = gator food 🍖🐊
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Roger That wrote:
Haha! Apparently Roger,a person answering your description paid for the party's passage aboard the airboat.It is said also that you tipped Elbows generously after we moored.😂 Puglife = gator food 🍖🐊
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Visɧɓuɱe wrote:
😂😂😂😂👍Roger That wrote:
Haha! Apparently Roger,a person answering your description paid for the party's passage aboard the airboat.It is said also that you tipped Elbows generously after we moored.😂 Puglife = gator food 🍖🐊
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😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱
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Famed for its hospitality and low tolerance for tricksters,Cracka's tavern was an ancient building with a high gable and several annexes.Doubling up as a hotel,its face was painted in lime wash which was peeling off in areas to expose spots of code graffiti ,reflecting the grand age of the establishment.There was a constant flow of diverse looking patrons moving in and out of its great doors.Inside you are greeted by exotic smells,perfumes,human exudations and unusual reeks.Smoke stained frescoes depicting past dramas of TW are almost lost in its high ceilings and a succession of framed photographs of players hung on all sides of its walls.
Muffled music sounded from a side room with the odd cheer of glee to be echoed by a moan of despair. -
A dozen people drank at a counter talking with the landlord who could manage to keep conversation on a diverse range of subjects.Derelict stood with friends who congratulated him on the completion of his tower of 50K.Meanwhile,Hack spoke of the virtues of massive hopping with 138s.Groups of people crouched around some tables as if hatching schemes whilst others were occupied by single patrons.
An urbane woman called Addi sat pouring over hand-written notes as her friend,Bugs Bunny,bested a timid looking man in an arm wrestle.Two men and fetching looking woman who sat at another grabbed my attention.One was Lefty who spoke at length of his Bren filled closet and kayak business to his comrade Ender who cursed his hated job,as the listening Heather quaffed wine and observed all about the room.
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