Thread: Whisky Nocturne

I'm glad you've already managed to work in animal-fucking.

Oh, and I vote we all gang up on no-Name, because fuck no-Name, that's why.

Originally Posted by Kiza

Oh, and I vote we all gang up on no-Name, because fuck no-Name, that's why.

Are you sure you want to do that, kiddo?


okay so let's just settle this and let me unlock everyone, jesus

Good thing the guy with the keys wasn't a dick.

The guy with the keys is a dick.

And fuck that guard too. Goddamn. Guards. Convicts hate them.

And that animal fucking was expertly done by a sadly missed expy with an incomplete name.

Very good. Deliciously helpless.

Actions coming soon-ish.

Guard uprising.

Who's with me?

For the Records of the Empyrean Trading Company / Dated 18-- / From the Journals And Notations of Dean Caliban (Civilian Attache to the 71st Company Rifles, Formerly Journalist and Writer Of Fiction for The Koon Canon Literary Magazine, Resident of City London, Posted In the Inner Station, Currently Presumed Dead or Missing)

The Works & Writings of Mr. Caliban are in NO WAY to Be Treated as Works of Fact or Actuality. Mr. Caliban is Known to Have Been A Heavy abuser of lithium AMONG OTHER SUBSTANCES FOUND AND CULTIVATED IN THE JUNGLE ENVIRON HE WAS POSTED IN and is also a Known Liberal Artist of Sedititous & Insalubrious Writings. HANDLE WITH CAUTION AND SKEPTICISM.

Annotations have been Made By Various Agents and Servicemen of the Company Throughout.

And The Jungle Was Greygreen All Around Me

Prose By Dean Caliban

Ive been here in this greygreenblueyellowwildwild jungle fiftysixty days (dont know) and its closing in allthetime around me jungle come crash crash crash and when I say to the soldiers (big men short men angry men sad men all in samesame clothes and samesame guns) they laugh big laugh and tell me you cant look at the jungle tootoo long or it gets to you and maybe it has got to me because when I sleep Im still in this jungle but back home when I sleep I could go anywhere but not here is all jungle jungle jangala and Im sick of it. Sometimes when Im out with the patrols we see eyes and skins and bodies in the jungle hunting after us with long spears of snaggletoothed bone and rock and when we shoot bang-bang theyre gone and its just us and the smoke bang-bang. Other times we find bodies with no skin that dont chase us dont run about us mocking us just hang hang hang hang hang with no skins at all REFERENCES TO THE SKINLESS CORPSES OF NATIVES FOUND IN THE TERRITORY AROUND THE INNER STATION ARE NOT TO BE SENSATIONALISED LIKE THIS and always always always we know the word the natives say about them but we never say it when did I go so far from London-city I dont even remember. Yesterday or today I met a local man who was friendly as local men are to us and he told me in stuttery slow words about how one time others like us had come but they had gone too far into the jungle and suddenly they were part of the jungle too like it had always been and that that had happened to them and would happen to us too and that noone would go home ever someday. I think hes right because I dont want to leave any more I just want to stay and look at the ants the ants that crawl everyplace and everyspace just crawl crawl crawl crawl a week back we found a new native site in a hole in the ground and ten men went in and no men came back out only ants and noone else went in there. NO RECORD OF THIS APPEARED IN THE DAY TO DAY REPORTS FROM THE INNER STATION - PROBABLY A FICTION Theres five ironclads in the air four small one big and yet everyone say they going to go crashland because nothing stays in the air for long here like the science of the place doesnt make the same sense as it does in our world and I wonder if maybe the science of the head is different here like the science of the gravity because here when you go into the jungle you stay in the jungle awake asleep awake asleep tripping mindless and floaty on crushed pills and powders and whatsoever hold you you are always always in the jungle and I cannot day dream any longer because all my day dreams are in this jungle PHYSICIANS STATE SOMETHING SIMILAR IN MORE RECENT REPORTS OF SOLDIERS' WELLBEING - Mr. CALIBAN'S CASE SEEMS A LITTLE EXAGGERATED HOWEVER and Im tired tired tired. We are intruders and we will be swallowed whole our minds and bodies all wrapped in vines and bark and ants and we will become as native as the dark skinned loping jaguarsnake people who run and hide and run and hide and cut us down in sneaksneak quick ambush in this jungle.

Oh hey so I noticed I still have no actions.

You kids better not be the inactive ones in this game. That's entirely my job.

Originally Posted by Siиdяed

Oh hey so I noticed I still have no actions.

You kids better not be the inactive ones in this game. That's entirely my job.

hi

Originally Posted by Carôusoul

hi

Join or be gouged with a meat hook thx

Originally Posted by Siиdяed

Oh hey so I noticed I still have no actions.

You kids better not be the inactive ones in this game. That's entirely my job.

You gave us to the 20th and we're all procrastinators. Expect actions at 11:59pm on the 19th.

How about Sunday 1:00 am

Irken is a good man, sending in actions.

And sending in actions that account for variables, too. Which is kingly.

As in:

If A happens, I attempt to shoot the fucker DEAD with my laser cannon.
But then again, if B happen, I attempt to talk him out of it with soothing words and camomille tea.

Which was actually Irken's actions, as it goes.

I'll tell you what there needs to be. MORE PLUNDERING THE WRECKAGE. Also MORE ACTIONS.

Originally Posted by Aquanina

small but firm chest

Important info.

Originally Posted by Xaqaria

Important info.

Crucial info.

Actions all looking good.

Will most probably put up chapter today. Unless anyone forgot to send actions. I might have missed someone on the checking thereof.

Eh. Decorating cake first. Manly as fuck.

EDIT: Just found Codex Seriaphianus. Fuck everything, I'll emerge in a few hours.

Codex Seriaphianus?

More like Codex Distractianus

Chapter 2, please!

You know what goddamn I don't need this I got a train to catch tomorrow and I'm tired as hell so why don't you just wait another day or so please sorry for the delay. :[

Meh, take your time Sinny. No worries. You're building anticipation.

Yes, I'm typing up the last sentence as we speak. I'll post then update pms all round. Isn't that just aces?

linkin' logs!

hurr hurr monsturr in the jungle.

This is like the test fight against a shit-tier enemy. You can work together on it or pussy out and run away like wife-killer Heflin.

I have no idea why I made up Wesley Deighton. Although now I have it'd be fun if he chartered a small sky-skiff to hunt down the Detective (or his encoded dossier) with a feverish tenacity bordering on the sociopathic. Sure be bad for anyone with his dossier.

Still. I wroted the second chapter. Things seem promising for the future of this game.

Originally Posted by Siиdяed

You can work together on it or pussy out and run away like wife-killer Heflin.

Psh! Here I wanted to be a benevolent medical man and you turned me into a monster.

Excellent writing and story. Must plot the move...

For the Records of the Empyrean Trading Company / Dated 18-- / From the Journals And Notations of Dean Caliban (Civilian Attache to the 71st Company Rifles, Formerly Journalist and Writer Of Fiction for The Koon Canon Literary Magazine, Resident of City London, Posted In the Inner Station, Currently Presumed Dead or Missing)

The Works & Writings of Mr. Caliban are in NO WAY to Be Treated as Works of Fact or Actuality. Mr. Caliban is Known to Have Been A Heavy abuser of lithium AMONG OTHER SUBSTANCES FOUND AND CULTIVATED IN THE JUNGLE ENVIRON HE WAS POSTED IN and is also a Known Liberal Artist of Sedititous & Insalubrious Writings. HANDLE WITH CAUTION AND SKEPTICISM.

Annotations have been Made By Various Agents and Servicemen of the Company Throughout.

RAG-TAG MAN

Prose By Dean Caliban

village in the jungle went out on patrol found village in the jungle men sweating hard as they stomp stomp stomp about in ratty-tatty boots all fall apart should sew together sew sew sew we find village all empty then screaming and we trapped in for what could have been a forever while people go scream scream scream and skins come off off off get sewn about bodies sewn about to each other like red fleshy crabs all confused and unhappy as they go floundering and bouncing about two three four people all sewn together with their skin all pulled off and they cant walk proper ly they just go skidd skidd skiddering and slooping and leaning like upturned beetles flailing and wailing and the noise the noise is too horrible to describe and we hide hide hide in a muddy sweaty crampy hut til everyone go away again and it is just this flailing wailing monsterous fleshy spider flap flapping about the place in the mud and the dirt and the chicken shit and i was sick all down my front and all the time i know its the skin-taker breath-stealer night-walker and his broody manicy wildy little childrens and i am sick some more til i throw up red like the poor pitiful skinless creation that is just looking with white white white balls and pin prick black dots i hate it and i want to go home but i cant. Mr. CALIBAN WAS AT NO STAGE HELD AGAINST HIS WILL WITH THE COMPANY AND OFFERS WERE REPEATEDLY MADE TO HAVE HIM SHIPPED TO THE HOME-WORLD AFTER HIS HEALTH DETERIORATION BECAME APPARENT

its a village were all the people are dead but not dead like shaky walky skins with skeletons that arent their own and i do not like this idea at all no no no no no because what walks and jerks about inside is not like mortal bone but something that sews with thick black cords or vines and this is how it makes itself look like a real person but it is not on the first month in the inner station some-thing like this came walky shaky jerky in and said he was my friend but he was not i pushed the forks in to his skin and tore apart the seams and it blew psssssssssssssssssssss like pig-skin burst all bad.

i miss my friend