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[Azint]

RedTracer7 wrote...

 I am being failed.

I replied.

[Lividity Jones]

RedTracer7 wrote...

 I am being failed.

Better off taking it to /x/.

[NuclearBuddha]

They call me mad, those learned men, a supreme irony, for they are the ones who natter on in ignorance, not I. Who is truly insane: the one who has seen what I have, or the one who looks upon a façade and thinks it the extent of what is real? No storm could have devastated the Welsh coastline so, nor any tidal wave born of freak tectonic activity on the ocean floor have wiped Greenmarsh from the map so utterly, leaving only a tarry stickiness that no animal will approach. My enforced convalescence gave me ample time to brood on these and other dark thoughts, perhaps to the detriment of my health and temperament. I wondered if any of my comrades had survived as I had, and what had become of Miss Zorah. If nothing else, I consoled myself on the occasions when a gap shewed in my despondency, she now possessed the answers she sought when she first came to me, and could return to her ancestral home satisfied. It was all I ever wanted. This thought sustained me, and slowly time began to gnaw at the vibrancy of my dreadful memories. My wits recovered some, though I have since been unable to look upon the dispassionate glitter of starlight over the trackless ocean without a shudder.

Would that my narrative have ended here, that I might have been content to remain nothing more than a poor Tom of Bedlam, convinced of my own mental disintegration. However it did not, and now at some distance from that penultimate nadir in my life, with many more fantastic, grotesque and blood-curdling events behind me, I find myself once again in the grip of a despair that time and futile hope cannot lift. My only recourse is the revolver. Before that solace, however, much of my story still remains to be told. There is but one more oddity of my confinement to relate, however, preceding the tale of my release from that ungentle institution.

While I remained, for a time, a guest of Bethlem, I was kept under lock and key in what less enlightened times knew as the “incurable” ward. The smugly learned alienists and psychiatric physicians of all types which demanded my attention on a daily basis would not tell me the cause of this veritable incarceration, suggesting only that I would surely remember when I was ready. I confess I raved, though about what I cannot recall, and there were those who raved louder and more inexplicably who were allowed to wander freely about the grounds while I was not. No, it was not my insistence of the blasphemous reality of the Elder Machines which kept me a prisoner, with shackles of iron at my ankles and wrists. The only clue, it seemed, was to be gleaned from the frightened gossip of the staff when they believed that I was not aware of their chatter.  In those damnable whispers they wondered at how I might have survived on that derelict steam yacht for so long without proper provisions. Then they would speculate on the bodies of the Turks that were found with me on board, all bearing frightful marks. And how fiendishly suggestive those singular mutilations were, to evoke tearing bites by a dainty mouth full of small, sharp teeth.

[Mobius_118]

Or not going at all. 4chan is the cancer that is killing the internet.

[Lividity Jones]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

While I remained, for a time, a guest of Bethlem, I was kept under lock and key in what less enlightened times knew as the “incurable” ward. The smugly learned alienists and psychiatric physicians of all types which demanded my attention on a daily basis would not tell me the cause of this veritable incarceration, suggesting only that I would surely remember when I was ready. I confess I raved, though about what I cannot recall, and there were those who raved louder and more inexplicably who were allowed to wander freely about the grounds while I was not. No, it was not my insistence of the blasphemous reality of the Elder Machines which kept me a prisoner, with shackles of iron at my ankles and wrists. The only clue, it seemed, was to be gleaned from the frightened gossip of the staff when they believed that I was not aware of their chatter.  In those damnable whispers they wondered at how I might have survived on that derelict steam yacht for so long without proper provisions. Then they would speculate on the bodies of the Turks that were found with me on board, all bearing frightful marks. And how fiendishly suggestive those singular mutilations were, to evoke tearing bites by a dainty mouth full of small, sharp teeth.

Holy ****...

...She ate them?

[Azint]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

This all seems so very familiar...

[Mobius_118]

Well Tali is descended from a predatory line, it would seem...

[NuclearBuddha]

Lividity Jones wrote...

NuclearBuddha wrote...
 And how fiendishly suggestive those singular mutilations were, to evoke tearing bites by a dainty mouth full of small, sharp teeth.
[/b][/i]

Holy ****...

...She ate them?

Miss Zorah dealt tiny sips of water to my parched and feverish lips with a glass, and because I lacked the strength even to swallow, fed me only what she had already masticated.

Modifié par NuclearBuddha, 05 août 2010 - 06:21 .

[cannedcream]

Lividity Jones wrote...

NuclearBuddha wrote...

While I remained, for a time, a guest of Bethlem, I was kept under lock and key in what less enlightened times knew as the “incurable” ward. The smugly learned alienists and psychiatric physicians of all types which demanded my attention on a daily basis would not tell me the cause of this veritable incarceration, suggesting only that I would surely remember when I was ready. I confess I raved, though about what I cannot recall, and there were those who raved louder and more inexplicably who were allowed to wander freely about the grounds while I was not. No, it was not my insistence of the blasphemous reality of the Elder Machines which kept me a prisoner, with shackles of iron at my ankles and wrists. The only clue, it seemed, was to be gleaned from the frightened gossip of the staff when they believed that I was not aware of their chatter.  In those damnable whispers they wondered at how I might have survived on that derelict steam yacht for so long without proper provisions. Then they would speculate on the bodies of the Turks that were found with me on board, all bearing frightful marks. And how fiendishly suggestive those singular mutilations were, to evoke tearing bites by a dainty mouth full of small, sharp teeth.

Holy ****...

...She ate them?

"What is, I don't even-" doesn't even begin to cover this.

[cannedcream]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

Lividity Jones wrote...

NuclearBuddha wrote...
 And how fiendishly suggestive those singular mutilations were, to evoke tearing bites by a dainty mouth full of small, sharp teeth.
[/b][/i]

Holy ****...

...She ate them?

Miss Zorah dealt tiny sips of water to my parched and feverish lips with a glass, and because I lacked the strength even to swallow, fed me only what she had already masticated.

HOLY ****!
HOLY FREAKING **** IN A SHOEBOX!

[RiptideX1090]

nitefyre410 wrote...

RiptideX1090 wrote...

NuclearBuddha wrote...

"Covering fire! Don't let anything through that door!"

Garrus knows it's up to him. Do or die.

He won't fail Shepard. Never again. He will make it through. Him and Tali. And nothing, not the Reapers, or the Collectors, or anything is going to stop that.

Bring it on you mutated sons of ****es. I have rounds for all of you.

 

Nah that true Epic  Garrus moment is when he comes through door firing his rifle one hand after being wound leading the second fire time. Never has ever looked  more  bad ass 

Shepard: Garrus!

Garrus: Naw. I just got shot a couple dozen times. I'm good. I'm ready to go. Let's go **** something up.

I love how Miranda and Jacob get all winded and complain...

Garrus just nods.

He ****ING NODS.

Like... yeah... DO IT! Let's go **** up a Reaper now Shepard. I'm running out of things to kll!

I love Garrus.

[NuclearBuddha]

And thus ends (the first half of) Call of the Elder Machines. Sleep well, Tali thread.

[Lividity Jones]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

Lividity Jones wrote...

NuclearBuddha wrote...
 And how fiendishly suggestive those singular mutilations were, to evoke tearing bites by a dainty mouth full of small, sharp teeth.
[/b][/i]

Holy ****...

...She ate them?

Miss Zorah dealt tiny sips of water to my parched and feverish lips with
a glass, and because I lacked the strength even to swallow, fed me only
what she had already masticated.

...Damn.

I must have missed th-

...Wait.

She fed him dead people through her mouth.

...Should not want.

[Azint]

Lividity Jones wrote...

Holy ****...

...She ate them?

She fed him something.

Edit: Yes.

Modifié par Azint, 05 août 2010 - 06:23 .

[RedTracer7]

Lividity Jones wrote...

RedTracer7 wrote...

 I am being failed.

Better off taking it to /x/.

Ha.  I just used my wicked awesome Boolean Search techniques.

Joel Peter Witkin is the artist.  The picture is from 2001.  He does really, really screwed up stuff.  I am including a URL for anyone interested, but most of it is obscene in some way.

http://www.correntic...oelpeterwitkin/

Click the picture to start.

[Su37]

Mukora wrote...

Seriously. Why does every page on 4chan have naked women on it? I would consider going there were it not for that...

That's 4chan for you.

[Strawberry Kiwi]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

Miss Zorah dealt tiny sips of water to my parched and feverish lips with a glass, and because I lacked the strength even to swallow, fed me only what she had already masticated.

...

...

That's... twisted...

[NuclearBuddha]

RedTracer7 wrote...
Ha.  I just used my wicked awesome Boolean Search techniques.

Joel Peter Witkin is the artist.  The picture is from 2001.  He does really, really screwed up stuff.  I am including a URL for anyone interested, but most of it is obscene in some way.

http://www.correntic...oelpeterwitkin/

Click the picture to start.

Oh, god.

[cannedcream]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

And thus ends (the first half of) Call of the Elder Machines. Sleep well, Tali thread.

Nuke, I believe that it is safe to say that this forum, and perhaps the entire internet in general, would be much lesser without your presence.

[Azint]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

And thus ends (the first half of) Call of the Elder Machines. Sleep well, Tali thread.

I am actually anticipating great things for the second half, whenever it comes.

[nitefyre410]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

Lividity Jones wrote...

NuclearBuddha wrote...
 And how fiendishly suggestive those singular mutilations were, to evoke tearing bites by a dainty mouth full of small, sharp teeth.
[/b][/i]

Holy ****...

...She ate them?

Miss Zorah dealt tiny sips of water to my parched and feverish lips with a glass, and because I lacked the strength even to swallow, fed me only what she had already masticated.

  


LOL  Bravo   Nuke... i have not been mind ****ed in long time and  THAT sir is a mind **** 

[Lividity Jones]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

And thus ends (the first half of) Call of the Elder Machines. Sleep well, Tali thread.

Best ending imaginable.

Delicious make-out cannibalism.

[SpaceBuscuit]

Mukora wrote...

Seriously. Why does every page on 4chan have naked women on it? I would consider going there were it not for that...

Is it weird that I don't even know what 4chan is, other than that it apparently sucks?

I know there's such a thing as Google, but I have the distinct feeling the typing those characters into the search engine would be the most traumatic mistake I could ever make. Beyond even searching for Tali images, and getting depictions of Legion excreting juices he shouldn't even possess over a manacled Quarian?

[Mobius_118]

My mind has been blown. Normally I must inhale something and watch Callista on the music visualization thing to get blown as such.



Thank you, Buddha.