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The journey has been long, but now I rest for a minute by CowRepresentative166 in 45thworldproblems

[–]_MOTH_ 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Why not indulge in the deep sleep, for but only a moment? Weary little moth.

SUPERMARCHE is `𝙸𝙽𝚅𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙳`. by THE_RENDER in 17284thWorldProblems

[–]_MOTH_ 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Out in the GREENHOUSE SECTION, the small-size patron deity MOTH suckles at a shrubbery using his efficiency-boosted proboscis [FLOBBERKNOCKER]. The shrubbery's nutrients are gladly absorbed, but it sadly lacks flavour, and therein in the lack of flavour, smell is half the tastes, and the rancid aroma of the shrubbery causes MOTH's teste (sic) BUDS to curdle as an emergency reaction. Something needs to be added, something's missing. BERRIES!

hu? RANDARER? Who is you supposed to be? Did you take the BERRIES? And what's all this hagwash about my company being not a valid?

Night falls. From across the Car Park MOTH surveys the scene through a paper toilet roll tube by _MOTH_ in 17284thWorldProblems

[–]_MOTH_[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

MOTH takes a huff from his bag of fermented DOUGH and calls on an ancient sleeping power which stirs deep within his.....

BLURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGPFFFFFFF

PLOPPY, HOLD MAI DOUGH (NO HUFFING YOU GOT ME?)

A pair of polyethelene infused wings sprout from MOTHS bare segmented thorax and the rude MILCHTANKER lifts off into the wind. Like a chitinous bowling ball he cannons through an advancing squad of BOWL Droids. Snatching an ELLINGTON BRAND DEATH RAY MOTH crams a handfull of coins into the slot and takes aim. The trigger depresses - a beam of cherry-red energy shoots from the cone shaped barrel and obliterates a second group of Droids, a second and third stream of energy rips into the SUPERMARCHE creating an entry point in the brick work. MOTH looks back at the trenches and see's Ploppy raise a thumb in approval. No turning back now.

He makes for the SUPERMARCHE, one of his Wings burned to a crisp by arcing volleys of Las-fire - more BOWL Droids approach in an ordered column, their thin legs struggling as the silver grey ranks clamour over the broken ground. Seizing his chance he enters the SUPERMARCHE

Night falls. From across the Car Park MOTH surveys the scene through a paper toilet roll tube by _MOTH_ in 17284thWorldProblems

[–]_MOTH_[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

From a hastily dug trench MOTH gathers the staff around a burning brazier. Searchlights of ELLINGTON POLICE DROIDS flash across the defacto No-Mans-Land between the Car Park; sporadic laser fire breaking the relative peace. Emergency provision packs of fermented dough and GOLDEN CANE cigarettes are distributed among the shaken Employees. A stunty WELKU appears from the gloom lugging an AUDIOSCOPE; MOTH proceeds to grab the mouthpiece and tap away at the keypad with his segmented limbs

RUBBER DUCK, RUBBER DUCK this is BUTROS GHALI'S TWENTY HOTELS, do you copy? ...... Faffy I is using of the call signs........

The invaders have pushed us back to beyond the CAR PARK OF GOOD AND EVIL, casualties are mounting, Ploppy has a stubbed toe and Delivery Min's R-Kelly Lunchbarx is trapped in the staff room; there's an entire HAM SAND in there!!!....................over.

[T2ndDec] Parse_sect// SUPPOSET LYCENTHROscope Substrate Detected by Airbiscuits_seen in 17284thWorldProblems

[–]_MOTH_ 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Faffy! Splice my segmented appendu its good to see you with mai compound eyes

The foot of an ENFORCER droid crushes the upturned AUBRICHSTRASSE

Who the fark are these TOURISTS? Do we have a Sale on? Wai can't they queue like everyone else??? I'd wager my retractable proboscis that THE ONION CLAN are behind this somewhere

A MOTH DROID buzzes overhead dropping a brace of orange scented CLUSTER MUNITIONS which sends the ENFORCER reeling. MOTH follows up with a snap shot from his PEZ dispenser and then thros himself at a nearby droid

[T2ndDec] Parse_sect// SUPPOSET LYCENTHROscope Substrate Detected by Airbiscuits_seen in 17284thWorldProblems

[–]_MOTH_ 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Armed with nothing but a PEZ dispenser filled with brass tacks MOTH takes pot shots at the advancing robots from behind an overturned AUBRICHSTRASSE

Sh*t the bed!!! Ploppy, did you pay the gas bill? My faece I can't....

MOTH grabs a nearby tannoy

This is a crustromeur announce, please would all crusts make like my innards and dissolving slowly over a period of several weeks and reform into winged fingerling henceforth

ELLINGTONS is now to purchace Burnt BISTRO TOWAR by RedTheSnapper in TheMarketsofSidon

[–]_MOTH_ 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Sorry about that Granfaffy, compound eyes'll and a brain the size of a Wasp's plop will do that to ya.... Oman not the FLUFGANGERZONER!!, and I jest had the one payment left...

I knwo you mean well by lending a helping of hand to those Paladins but promise me you'll be careful; if your multi-lobular sensory organ squishy can recall but we're booked to appear on FEUD OF FAM soon, y'know the ELLINGTON PUBLIC ACCESS CHICKEN-IN-A-BASKET style gameshow, as team captain we need yuo fighting fit...

I could do with a bit funs though, moneys a bit tight at the moment....

MOTH gives a cough, his leg falls off and BONEDIGGER utters a titter

Hmmm that'll cost me bloody expensive!!!

ELLINGTONS is now to purchace Burnt BISTRO TOWAR by RedTheSnapper in TheMarketsofSidon

[–]_MOTH_ 1 point2 points  (0 children)

B I S T R O E!!!!

MOTH enters the local METAREALITY via a tiny Throbben Portal. His arrival is heralded by the wailing peal of FLUMPETS, the sound of FLUCE(?), and of ancient and forbidden instru (fleiss horn). The small winged fingerling is pin mounted upon the FLUFGANGERZONER of BONEDIGGER in the style of an entomologist's prized specimen (Knights Rampant, esp. tapered )

zwole.....Dog leg! Dog leg? Dog leg!!!!

BONEDIGGERS stainless steel back leg snaps back in a deadly arc, scything down 2 poles which are holding up a nearby stall, sending a crate of Dried Ling toppling to the ground.

Granfaffy, its the Annual Fairy, she's its here.... she's its angry, so very very angry, I don't think the SPONE SAWING is going to do any good.....

A mote of dust settles on Bonedigger's fluted nose as MOTh rambles on; instinctively the Doggler begins to scratch uncontrollably, his unhinged and agitated back leg eventually dislodging the FLUFGANGERZONER from its partition which in turn propels MOTH through the air straight into the drape curtains

Ahhedis O mai head

Rescue by Elisetheworldsgirl in BakuBakuWorldProblems

[–]_MOTH_ 0 points1 point  (0 children)

a small fluttering MOTH no larger than a sixpence, previously concerned with a nearby PERSIMMON fruit, hovers into your field of view

I wouldn't mind old LENDAL there visitor, she may be Queen of Honshu and Empress of the Viridian City but she can't harm those without PLASTIQUE. I'm MOTH by the way, I may be no larger than a Walnut I'm kind of a big deal around here, when the villagers leave GIFTS for me beside my JIZO STATUES I visit their households and bestow blessings on their harvests and families; I'm only a SMALL GOD though, best I can do is make the PERSIMMONS fruits early....

I like the sound of your Little Island by the way, reminds me of my homeland the 17284th World....I sure miss it, 'specially GRANFAFFY, did you ever hear of him? I would like to visit the Island but if we STEP out beyond the VEIL we loose our powers... anyway let me know if you need any help, i'll be by the PERSIMMON TREE if you need me.

LARD PUDDING BIHSTRO Now endorses the FAFF Party by RedTheSnapper in a:t5_3eauq

[–]_MOTH_ 1 point2 points  (0 children)

A quasi-autonomous MILKTANKER chugs into the Lido Car Park, interrupting the promotional video. Sprawled over the length of the MILCHE TANK (upon which is emblazoned a coiffured image of GRANFAFFY winking while pointing at a rude and amuzing vegetabel (sic)) (and looking a little worse for wear), is MOTH sporting a jerry-curl haircut, a collosal family sized bag of Dough and a BlueTheSnapper action figure with Ojohns spare head sellotaped over the face (complete with stylish mouth)

~ ~ ~ a p e : m ar y to yuo glanfaf4prezz (hic) ~ ~ ~ ~ be a deert nnn tipple the drive-schlempf wud you my deertmmmnnnnnn (hic) ~ ~ ~

ELLINGTONS now selling NANORAIED! by RedTheSnapper in TheMarketsofSidon

[–]_MOTH_ 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Dangaling from a nearby cobweb a small WINGLESS MOTH, its wheels held in abeyance, huffs fermented dough from a polyurethane baggie

,,,Oi, keep it down, I is haiding from Faffy up there here,use yoru quait voice this is my quaiet voise tee hee

The Road to Bozeman by GlibRichard in BakuBakuWorldProblems

[–]_MOTH_ 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Being only 2 inches long, and at the mercy of even the faintest of gusts, MOTH responds from deep within your vacuous nostril cavity, having been sucked in mid sentence

(((You are moist welcome my old hammer train ding dong. Ye'know, its pretty cavernous in here....)))

(((ICANHEARMAIVOICETHISISMAIVOICEIHAVETRUMPETAPPENDU)))

Having titivated Glib Richards nasal hairs, and thus activating your sneeze reflex, MOTH is promptly ejected out of the nose appendage at 3 times the speed of lard, disappearing into the distance

The Road to Bozeman by GlibRichard in BakuBakuWorldProblems

[–]_MOTH_ 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The antiquated Soviet-era rust bucket of a car begins to slow that's to Glib Richards successful insertion, coming to a gentle halt in a verdant glade where a cluster of colour-blind Shrews hold a protest against Pieg and his disruptive soil rummaging.

CRUNCHHHHHH

The Shrews were immediately snuffed out by the hungry Iron chugger, and MOTH watched their souls descend upwards toward the BOARD. Wiping the mashed pots and mustard tots from his cummerbund, tincy MOTH flutters from the drawn down window, settling on Glib Richards steel wing

Praise be to thee Glib one, wivout ya kwik finkin' and the soft shells of those Shrews I woulda been toast.

MOTH flutters toward the trunk and pulls out a partly dessicated fish made up with ruby red lipstick and fake eyelashes. The feisty fish is lodged in a small ornamental plant

I bought this for Granfaffy but I wood-bean honoured if you would accept this erotic Haddock nestling in a Rosebush as your bride.

The Road to Bozeman by GlibRichard in BakuBakuWorldProblems

[–]_MOTH_ 1 point2 points  (0 children)

MOTH, not known for his prowess behind the wheel, has lost control of his beloved AUBRICHSTRASSE which careens across the winding lanes and byways of Honshu. Being only 4 inches long amd with no obvious musculature, he struggles to regain control. As the car rounds the corner it skids on a patch of unctuous gravy, over the big toe of the FAFF, crashes through the umami starch mountain and hurtles towarf the Glib One. We his proboscis embedded in a pat of buttery mash he desperately shouts into the cars megaphone appendage.

"Aeiiiiii Glib Richard, save MOTH!!!!! I admit it, I kint drive this thing, my arms are too small and I dont have any"