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( , Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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Couldn't decide whether to go for pastoral or post armageddon mutation laden dystopia. Ooops, need to edit.
( , Thu 2 Jul 2009, 12:34, Reply)

It was very odd though.
( , Thu 2 Jul 2009, 12:38, Reply)

I just searched for it, found it, wished I hadn't then gazzed it to Kaol.
( , Thu 2 Jul 2009, 12:49, Reply)

And that was because he asked and has already seen it.
( , Thu 2 Jul 2009, 12:55, Reply)

"Dear Kaol, Al, Spak, Wormulus, SuperKaol, beckyjsbx, Clendrix, Kaol Black, PJM, Dogface, porkylips and UberKaol,
Here is the TGB story.
[link]
Lots of love,
Catface."
( , Thu 2 Jul 2009, 12:56, Reply)

I have far too much time on my hands today. So. I was sitting staring out of the window when a thought struck me. Over the past few weeks lots of intimations have been made as to the content of TGBs cavernous vadge but no-one has given any indication of how they think it might look in there. Unfortunately too much time and an overactive imagination has led to the following.
Like all good caves the entrance is partially obscured by luxurious foliage. As you push past the delicate fronds you are faced by a vertical crack of generous proportion. However nothing will prepare you for the sight immediately within. Polyps are growing from the floor and ceiling in glutinous approximation of stalagmites and stalactites. The drip, drip, drip of vaginal discharge overlays the homely noises of various herds which roam freely across the savannah-like floor.
The occasional bowl shaped depression has allowed a strange pus coloured liquid to gather, providing a home for dangerously large mutated nematodes. Of course, they too have their predators and various wombdogs lurch from puddle to puddle lapping up the large red worms and occasionally lying down mid-path to catch the unwary traveller by surprise. Tepees have been erected by the indigenous peoples ( a varied and motley crew drawn from the length and breadth of OT) and it is not unusual to find them gathered around a dimly glowing screen hooting and crowing with glee and derision in a seemingly chaotic way.
Over head the gentle pulsing of light seems to come directly from the outside. One can only assume that the walls of said vadge have thinned with age and the gross distension necessary to accommodate the wonders beheld. The true wonder is that due to the size and height of the cavern a micro-climate has evolved reminiscent of a somewhat cooler Jurassic age. Clouds roil overhead and the “sun” breaks through to be greeted by the faithful worshippers below.
That’s it so far. I’ll add more as it comes to me.
Please note the above is a work of fiction based entirely on boredom. Contains lots of INTERNET LIES!
( , Thu 2 Jul 2009, 12:30, Reply)

I don't approve.
Although, that's quite the imagination you've got there. Points for that.
( , Thu 2 Jul 2009, 12:34, Reply)

*Stamps petulant feet*
If anything its a paean to a warm and wonderful person who graciously allows the use of her clunge for internet amusement.
( , Thu 2 Jul 2009, 12:39, Reply)

I keep my foliage well under control I'll have you know
( , Thu 2 Jul 2009, 12:46, Reply)

Poetic license etc. Got off rather lightly I think.
Grammar and spelling ok?
( , Thu 2 Jul 2009, 12:52, Reply)
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