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Lucy Beatie had fallen into a pit of charcoal scented chowder with Captain Hazelnut by her side, and then spontaneously decided to draw on his arm with an eye lash dipped in liquefied orange peel. How could she have obtained such a tool? This cannot be explained. She did, however, smell like a foul girl whilst openly discussing the newly approved circular and difficult to use version of the periodic table of elements.
The Gracehoper made his entrance, though blind as batflea, yet knew, not a leetle beetle, his good smetterling of entymology asped niss-unitimost lous nor liceens but promptly tossed himself in the vico, phthin and phthir. Lucy Beatie shouted dintly upwards from her bottomhath scentranced pit to rule all pits "Gracehoper, would a person consider their circular periodic table of elements to be faulty if Lithium is warped and looks more like a Ci?"
The Gracehoper did not reply with a humanly recognizable expletive, but instead produced two sound pulses. At this point, Captain Hazelnut was completely covered in liquefied orange peel, as it had progressed past the fascination of just drawing on his arm. Lucy turned her feet inward, dropped forwards a little and whispered "This poisonous quandary is quite unfortunate. Captain? I'd recommend using the leaking sap from the walls of the pit to neutralise the orange peel."
Words were unnecessary. The Captain's shocked eyes suggested that he felt like he had just been tangoed. She covers him in orange peel, and suggests the antidote? She dithered his skin texture with the amber of his eyes, and grants him the anti-amber? She is the kindest soul.
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