The Landfill of the Heapers' Hangout (contains Fossilmaiden's Punnery)
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DISTRIBUTE ILLEGAL PRIMES
but i mean i pretty much knew there was some sort of a catch
and the mystique was just a thing that wasn't going to last
well, we just found the catch
so hopefully it gets better now
MELF'S BROKEN STAPLER
TENSER'S FUCKED-UP SHIT
two stars, two asterisks
three stars, three asterisks
four stars, four asterisks
five stars, five asterisks
six stars, five asterisks
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nine stars, five asterisks
ten stars, five asterisks
eleven stars, five asterisks
twelve stars, five asterisks
what clean coal mean
ecbm? don't kid me
now that the dimensions have been blown open, answers can be found
A tightly rung elliptical circle or torches cast their wavering shafts prancing morbidly over the smooth surface of a rectangular, ridged alter. Expertly chisled forms of grotesque gargoyles graced the oblique rim protruberating the length of the grim orifice of death, staring forever ahead into nothingness in complete ignorance of the bloody rites enacted in their prescence. Brown flaking stains decorated the golden surface of the ridge surrounding the alter, which banked to a small slit at the lower right hand corner of the altar. The slit stood above a crudely pounded pail which had several silver meshed chalices hanging at its sides. Dangling at the rimof golden mallet, the handle of which was engraved with images of twisted faces and groved at its far end with slots designed for a snug hand grip. The head of the mallet was slightly larger than a clenched fist and shaped into a smooth oval mass.
Encircling the marble altar was a congregation of leering shamen. Eerie chants of a bygone age, originating unknown eons before the memory of man, were being uttered from the buried recesses of the acolytes' deep lings. Orange paint was smeared in generous globules over the tops of thw Priests' wrinkled shaven scalps, while golden rings projected from the lobes of their pink ears. Ornate robes of lusciour purple satin enclosed their bulging torsos, attached around their waists with silvered silk lashes latched with ebony buckles in the shape of morose mis-shaped skulls. Dangling around their necks were oval fashoned medalions held by thin gold chains, featuring in their centers blood red rubys which resembled crimson fetish eyeballs. Cushoning their bare feet were plush red felt slippers with pointed golden spikes projecting from their tips.
Situated in front of the altar, and directly adjacent to the copper pail was a massive jade idol; a misshaped, hideous bust of the shamens' pagan diety. The shimmering green idol was placed in a sitting posture on an ornately carved golden throne raised upon a round, dvory plated dias; it bulging arms and webbed hands resting on the padded arms of the seat. Its head was entwined in golden snake-like coils hanging over its oblong ears, which tappered off to thin hollow points. Its nose was a bulging triangular mass, sunken in at its sides with tow gaping nostrils. Dramatic beneath the nostrils was a twisted, shaggy lipped mouth, giving the impression of a slovering sadistic grimace.
At the foot of the heathen diety a slender, pale faced female, naked but for a golden, jeweled harness enshrouding her huge outcropping breasts, supporting long silver laces which extended to her thigh, stood before the pearl white field with noticable shivers traveling up and down the length of her exquisitely molded body. Her delicate lips trembled beneath soft narrow hands as she attemped to conceal herself from the piercing stare of the ambivalent idol.
Glaring directly down towards her was the stoney, cycloptic face of the bloated diety. Gaping from its single obling socket was scintillating, many fauceted scarlet emerald, a brilliant gem seeming to possess a life all of its own. A priceless gleaming stone, capable of domineering the wealth of conquering empires...the eye of Argon.
YEAH THAT'S WHAT YOUR SENSE OF HUMOR IS, YOU DOOFUS
yep, you'er right
it's better than a triple elation and possibly even as good as a triple concerto
the thing that got me to stop visiting TVT was not the alleged heaping piles of bad fandom behavior or the poor forum moderation or the site drama
it's merely the fact that the site logged me out (it does so automatically every so often) and i haven't bothered to log back in
well it's trivial for me to log back in, but it's just amusing to note that this, of all things, was the catalyst