Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Legends of Gath #35; There is a Cloud

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  1. I like this one a lot! Nice message of hope.

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    1. Thanks, man. I love the idea of prophesy, of a clear indicator that it's going to get better and that there is a plan. These days I look around and see nothing resembling a plan, but it'll all work out in Gath, I think.

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  2. What happens to a mutant or a skelly boy who makes the pilgrimage? Obliteration? Redemption arc? Weird tingly feeling?

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    1. Oh, man, now you're asking questions that my pea brain can barely fathom. That's something to think about, though. I have an idea in the works about the boneheads and freaks, but it needs some work. And a lot of coffee. :)

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  3. ♬ I bless the rains down in Gath-rica. ♬

    I really like this kind of setting building by showing instead of telling. Updates from Gath always brighten up the ongoing gloom of 2020.

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    1. After watching a precinct get burned down and cops pelted with rocks as they retreated, it seems like Gath is less fiction and more reality. :(

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  4. A place the Great Imbiber has allowed me to see in dreams. Vast swaths of land covered in moving waters. I admit seeing the water causes fear. I'm not sure if its from the unknown of the water or the hope it may return. Sister Meredith has shared her stories of water and the life that lives within. Amazing to believe creatures once lived within. She used words that I needed interpreted. These water words held no meaning, held no context. When I emptied the last of my wine in her tankard she shook her head, "Good man, you've left nothing for yourself." I smiled, "I have drank from your stories. My thirst is quenched as no wine could do. I leave tomorrow to this fish. I will offer my prayers upon this wonderful creature. Together we will fill the void of water with prayers of hope. We will continue until the gods listen. How could they deny us such a request?" When the last sentence left my lips we looked at each other and laughed.

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    1. it will be a grand day when the rains fall and all the grime, misery and pain is washed away!

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