#coonquest

Tough Mama Theme

A long legged peg legged diamond headed zig zagged 10,000 kw/H Tough Mama, come a - walkin' down the road, singing:

"O sweet Morgan-O what would your parents think

If they heard my guineas clink?

Took away my name gave me a number instead

It is here you'll be set free

where you can never never never elsewhere tread

You won't know what it's like to leave here, beloved

It must have been the roses red

The old ones speak of winter, and pestilence geddon.

There's nothing there but fire

You know where we are..."

Scenes from a homeland during a time where they say, "I Am Counting On You."

The divisions of soldiers a feather in a whirlhwind. They drink cogmac or whatever and see what's going down but the player controlling them is so bad at it's not even funny. They must all feel like pawns. They hear fucking dice, presumed to b being cast into pwrciform waves by the gods.

Dream not the Wind Spirit's Beckoning

~Hwell, she wants them over there. But she is across four ships and seven docks. Fearlessly the idiot rose across each dock, constructed of thin planks, the ghostly tide's oscillation linear and aiding their climb. A bell jingle-o from each boat, pronouncing differently a rather saturnine note, seemingly a-chiding surrounding them.

Laughing Sleight of Hand Land

- This enigmatic world is composed of an archipelago and relies primarily on heavy machinery to do work. Pathways of information are largely segregated from each other, leaving many individuals to rely further on their overlords. Recently a plot has been uncovered indicative of a shadowy plutocracy composed of the ancient star immortals which erected many of their structures still existing, the notorious rulership a façade unknowingly being lead by the land's progenitors.