Prologue
Lo and behold my kings and Queens, we sit on chairs of silver and brass, yet were we to stand for a moment and sing, we would be better and should cry "Oh ho ho!"
So goes the poem of the elder God Nothus who lived in a tree, and one day died. Such tragedies make one wish to turn back time, and change our actions past, like wheels of water. These wheels are ironic in a way (or one or two). Or three. Lo! Irony is here like trees in a wood or feathers on my talons – for I am a bird – question me not. Irony. For Nothus was himself a wheel of water, and yet he could not turn back time, as he lived in a tree. Lo! Gods are wheels! Time was on the floor, as dust on a rooftop, lying as still as a corpse of a sheep. Alas, to reach a floor from a tree when you are a wheel... What a dream.
Our dreams our meaningless and yet they have meaning. For we are now in Xanthia Piscuali, where all is strange.
Last night I (who, need I remind you, is a giant bird) dreamt of Nothus. He revealed a catalogue of my thoughts, carved in stone. Wheels and trees, trying to explain . All displayed in sobering present tense. A wheel misrepresents Nothus. A racist catalogues Nothus. Nothus intimates the enhanced life before the trouser. The silly finger gasps against the disciplinary mate. Nothus remedies a wheel on top of the bone closet.
Its multiplicating tree elaborates an east inside an likening load. Nothus stakes the neural vein outside the agenda. Nothus portrays the abstract downstairs over the prize sufferer. How does the exclusive priest relax beside Nothus?
A wheel frees the food. Why can't the foul president inconvenience the scattering pun? Why does a wheel fish? Nothus balls a wheel throughout the winded electorate. A wheel bushes Nothus. The asynchronous telescope flies over a triumph.
The sneaking genre rests upon the fiddling lunch. The gut graduates across the organized shoe. A wheel rests upon Nothus with the ass. The mercury treasures a wheel beneath the typesetting hell. Nothus allocates a wheel past the assistant. Within a wheel reflects a controversy.
And yet we are all illusory, constructions, digressing like Northus, upon his throne of bronze. Or silver. Who knows? Not me, I am dreaming. The circle is closed - a new beginning. We emerge from the slime like water from the wheel. O ho, O ho. Xanthia Piscuali, a world of gnomes. Reincarnated under the guidance of Perthiuth Thwaite, servant to the queen of mice.
My Novel.
Excellent. It generates a certain certain randomness.
Click 'refresh' or 'reload' and let's have another one!
Oh - here's one you prepared earlier! > > Click HERE!
I don't see what you're trying to say. Are you being ironic? Or are you trying to catch me out? It's perfectly normal for a novel to have a Prologue and a Chapter one you know...
Mmmmm ..... I find the phrase, 'Or are you trying to catch me out?' very interesting.
Am I trying to be Ironic? Moi? Not at all! Ever since I was an alien larva, I have been known as a deadly theoretical critic with neuro-abs of steel. I have heard of you and know that you are influencial within these forums in your own cereal killer way - and because of that, I have a certain amount of respect for you. Therefore, I hereby bestow you with a tiny nod of the head that never misses anything inanimate. My blessings to your breakfast, lunch, tea and supper.
Oh - and I enjoyed the sitcom you posted. Well, no, not exactly - I enjoyed the reactions to it. I trust it had the desired effect.
To read the reactions to your sitcom again, please > > click HERE.
I and my bath-salts, Radox, thank you for amusing us.
Why are you linking me to my old posts, and trying to emanulate my distinct writing style?
Quote: gotmilk @ February 22 2009, 1:40 PM GMTWhy are you linking me to my old posts, and trying to emanulate my distinct writing style?
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Did you mean 'Emaculate' or 'Emulate' ?
Before I am able to answer your distinctly styled question - please clarify.
Thank you.
I think you're being a bit rude. It's pretty clear I meant 'emulate', and that you're just trying to patronise me. It's not a very nice thing to do, and if you're going to insult me can you at least be clear in your critiscism. I'd rather a verbal bashing than oddly phrased (though correctly spelled) points focussing on minor mistakes in my post.
gratzi.
grazie
Goddammit!
You know if I wanted I could go back and correct these errors, and you'd both look insane. That'd be sooooooo cool.
Quote: gotmilk @ February 22 2009, 3:58 PM GMTGoddammit!
You know if I wanted I could go back and collect these errs, and you'd both look insane. That'd be sooooooo cool.
Oh, I see you already have corrected that one.
This novel, when it gets going - is it about trolls?
MARC P IS LYING, I DID NOT SAY ERR!!! THEY'RE WAS NO ERROR THEIR!!!
No Badge it's about vicious beasts. But I see what you're getting at you clever, clever man.
Quote: gotmilk @ February 22 2009, 4:27 PM GMTTHEY'RE WAS NO ERROR THEIR!!!
Very good
Quote: gotmilk @ February 22 2009, 3:16 PM GMTI think you're being a bit rude. It's pretty clear I meant 'emulate', and that you're just trying to patronise me. It's not a very nice thing to do, and if you're going to insult me can you at least be clear in your critiscism. I'd rather a verbal bashing than oddly phrased (though correctly spelled) points focussing on minor mistakes in my post. gratzi.
I was willing to give a clear criticism of your novel until I noticed the phrases; 'if you're going to insult me' and 'I'd rather a verbal bashing'. This gave me the impression that you harbour masochistic tendencies. It's plain to see by your various posts that you seek chastisement of some sort.
I really hate Morrace. I prefer friendly, understandable people who I can relate to. Is Thordox still around?