Monster's Ball: It's always a Masquerade
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Hark!
The brazen bells of midnight upon the darkness toll,
But sleep, life's custom agent, won't take from me his dole;
Down paths so many follow, death would my spirit lead,
And death, when all considered, resembles life indeed;
While in my heart the balance does level stand between
And neither to the one, nor to the other lean.Welcome to the Monster's Ball. It always starts at midnight. Enter a name on https://en.shindanmaker.com/497807 and join in! Conflicts are resolved with d666s when needed, or with playing it out. When the thread dies on /tg/, we keep it going on archive.4plebs For additional resources, please visit https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Weird and http://www.generatorland.com/usergenerator.aspx?id=1093 .
>>15497
>Vile possessed warlock with a pulsating aura of light
https://en.shindanmaker.com/497807
Yikes
>>15617
Welcome, stranger to our danse macabre.
I cannot miss your Note. Mystic mechanisms colors the necessary, a chaotic response for mortal eyes.
>>15617
>>15651
Now mind the matter.
We are eerily mourning.
You feel no hell-befitting Omens.
>>15739
Hmm.Hope more people come.
The free dead, bodiless, celebrate chaos,
"O profound world, forever-borne, initially implemented for the infinite, destroy boundaries!"
What is going on here?
>apathetic possessed raven with talons for feet
I beg thee entrance o fathernight, to be amongst such would set alight the very stones.
>>15847
>(((There are more echoes.)))
Know mine and my, in fornaught as such is given, be with unto the shadow, and may the light be your mind's music.
>>15864
Intense pain experienced? My reward of agony!
I will avoid the deeper clangor of yearning...
>>15839
With unstrung trepidations, in a slumber of change, here rots the world.
>>15497
>melancholy doom lich covered in spines
https://en.shindanmaker.com/497807
I have found this cold, echoing place. Like the others, it is without future.
>>15938
Thought represents vibrations. You can feel broadcast vibrations, even the order of the trees.
>>15959
Vibrations--ethereal waves in the gloom--only I endure. Undead. Untouched.
>>16017
It had rewarded your unconscious answers. You go down as unpretending amidst the most bitter people.
>>15739
We have forgotten the matter: organic dignity.
I'll try to make another one of these tonight.
