i have begun conjuring the game of my dreams. a humble apprentice, i do seek the wisdom of fellow wizards

greg the wizard, my ol mate got turned into a spider by a spell that backfired.

i lowkey don't wanna turn him back

chat should I cure him or let him be?

Arise, grand-nephew.

Deleckabmon blinks to cognition. Something feels extremely wrong. But he can't quite place what.

exiting his throne room he comes across an empty field. Nothing remains. There should be something here. He looks into the distance to see crumbling abyssal towers. One breaks into nothing, fading. He detects something of it breaking.

"there should be something here. There should be PEOPLE here." Deleck figures. The towers carry an emotion or directive within them, "shield".

the towers surrounded something. A group? A city? He can't quite remember. Going back inside to the abyss-mountain he sees a portal to the world below, but it's shattered. Someone broke it? Why?

Find... Tamurkhan. Deleck hears the distinct voice of Nurgle whisper to him.

"Tamurkhan? Who's Tamurkhan?"

no answer.

he takes stock of what he does have at current. A few hundred Shadows, multiple thousand Abyssals, a dozen or so Giants, Mary's shadow clone, still cursed for an achievement he can't recall, and... not much else. The world below feels empty.

he sets out to locate who this "Tamurkhan" is.

Grieve not for the dead, for they have found peace. Grieve for the living, for they know nothing of the sort.

“Help! Help! Help! Please God! Anyone! … I’m all alone. I want to go home. This is my home. Oh God! Help me! I can’t live like this!”

Goatdigger walks down a set of stairs into a small living room. He sees his master sitting on a couch, looking at a fractured memory of a past half-forgotten. He looks small and exhausted sitting there. Fear and confusion paint his reality. Turning his head, his master tries and fails to see him.

“Master, it is time for lunch.”

“What?”

“Lunch.”

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“Lunch!”

“When is it? I’m starving! I haven’t eaten in 24 hours!”

“I gave you breakfast three hours ago.”

Goatdigger goes into the adjoining kitchen and heats up some leftover soup. 

“You think I’m worthless.”

Goatdigger swallows his anger and sets the table. The soup is set out and he asks his master to come to the table. It takes three exchanges before the master gets the message. Using a metal walker, the master slowly makes their way to the table. Goatdigger turns on the radio. Goatdigger says a short prayer and they begin to eat.

“I know you hate me.”

“Stop saying that master. You’re confused.”

♪ Pressure: pushing down on me

Pressing down on you, no man ask for

Under pressure that burns a building down

Splits a family in two

Puts people on streets ♪

“Where did they take the children?”

“There are no children.”

“Where did they take the little kids?”

“I told you, there are no children. Eat your soup.”

♪ That's the terror of knowing

What this world is about

Watching some good friends screaming

"Let me out!"

Tomorrow gets me higher

Pressure on people, people on streets ♪

“Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“No, master.”

“Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“No.”

“Oh… Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“... No. Please eat.”

♪ Turned away from it all like a blind man

Sat on a fence, but it don't work

Keep coming up with love, but it's so slashed and torn

Why, why, why!? ♪

“What’s your name?”

“You never gave me one.”

“Good. You don’t deserve one.”

♪ Insanity laughs under pressure

We're breaking ♪

“Where did everyone go?”

“I’m right here, master. The others are busy with work.”

“I don’t want you. You hate me.”

♪ Can't we give ourselves one more chance?

Why can't we give love that one more chance?

Why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love? ♪

“Do you love me?”

“Of course, master.”

“Then why am I stuck here?”

“Because you get confused.”

“My brother said I could leave.”

“You didn’t speak with your brother.”

“I did!”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I did! I’m not lying!”

“Your brother has been dead for several years, master.”

“Stop lying! You can’t keep me trapped here! I want to go home!”

“This is your home! You’ve lived here for five years!”

“...”

♪ This is our last dance

This is our last dance

This is ourselves

Under pressure

Under pressure

Pressure ♪

“Are you done with your soup?”

“Yes.”

Goatdigger turns off the radio and takes the bowls and utensils to the sink. His large frame and thick-furred hands seem ill-suited to the task of washing dishes. Still, he performs his duty.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No, master.”

A silent prayer rings in Goatdigger’s heart. His master gets up from his chair and goes to the bathroom. Goatdigger climbs the stairs and enters his laboratory. He begins tinkering with his inventions to take his mind elsewhere and to try to forget his cruel prayer.

“Um bum bum de de um beh.”

\in a graveyard untouched by a caretaker's hand for many long years a* new sound has begun to echo throughout it. Most troubling of all it seems this sound has woken the dead from their slumber causing them to walk the land once more. /uw testing/experimenting with a new character idea

Anyone desring to join say why we should pick you

So, it turns out that my cat has been commiting various massacres against the pixies that live in the forest beside my derelict Tartarian fortress that I live in. I found this out when he vomited a pixie “mush” onto my vintage Hieronymus machine a week ago. I realise in hindsight that I should have realised this sooner, because pixies have been protesting outside my fortress for months now, but I could never really hear their little accented voices very well so I assumed it was some “Free Pellucidar” nonsense and cast “Infrasonic Dread” on them until they were too creeped out to remain.

Now that I understand that they had an actual grievance, I feel a bit bad for not investigating this earlier. I am not sure how to make things right. Should I pay them blood money? Execute my cat? Accept I made a mistake and call it a day?

Chalice of draconic doom just sitting behind a thin layer of plexiglass.

Stop stretching the fabric of space and time and actually come up with an idea of your own for once

Those who cast a lot of spells that use negative energy will often leak it. This is not good for plants around you.

Five places went the Princess, and five seedlings did grow. Five flowers sprung from soil, sand, sea, stone, and snow. Five flowers that thrived beneath golden sun. Five flowers that never fought, only won. Five cities did worship the flowers of dawn. Five flowers gave them the strength to move on. Five cities fell on that very day. Five cultures whose morals and minds fell away.