Week 57

[scurveydog]

Well--ah ha ha rather spooky isn't it, lately? I do so hate this time of year. I really do. I would rather hide in the villa, if you must know, though I do get ridiculously dehydrated and the...the beings seem more than willing to go further inland and even to protected spaces!

Well--the fact that the villa is no more certainly doesn't help and my mistress... well she is beside herself. I don't know why except that she was touched by one of the...beings and now won't stop screaming.

It's very unsettling.

This humble Meep is quite properly terrified.

There ah...also seems to be...something bubbling out of the sea. I can't say for sure what it is but it's quite massive and wreathed in black mist. It may even be the source of it. I'm unsure. I don't want to go near it. In fact if I could go to one of your worlds, I almost think I would prefer it. This soft fragile Meep doesn't do well with nightmares. Or terror of any sort.

I wish the mistress hadn't meddled. I surely do. But now that she has well--

Let's hope the consequences end at this.

I don't think my constitution can bear it otherwise.

At any rate I am here for questions as long as I can stand it.

Comments

[forhylia]

You say this black mast is the source of this madness? Then what do we do to be rid of it?

[voice]

[yourotherleft]

What the hell did you do?!

[om_nom_namur]

She's always screamin' 'bout somethin', far as I can tell. Worst we got is, uh. There's bigass holes in the ships an' we're sailin' in the sky.

[Untrue, but not exactly a lie- he just thinks they are.]

But y' know, if y' ain't 'fraid a heights an' yer pretty good 'bout not trippin' over yerself y' can come on over. Ain't doin' too bad 'round here, if y' need somewhere safe t' harbor.

Written;

[aphatos]

I was wondering who was responsible for that creature, if anyone at all.

[cherrybombpie]

Can't you strengthen your constitution and do something?

text;

[secondsmarch]

Running away isn't going to solve anything.