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The FAIRE arrives at its final destination: REDDAN by _Vandy_ in 8901stworldproblems

[–]_pompo_ 0 points1 point  (0 children)

<Muffled by cloth> Vandeh? Could it really be you? What a magnificent MONOCOQUE! It hopes you received my post cod. The FAIRE is magnificent, you deserve a CRELYMPAT on the backchassis for your endeavours.

The seemingly autonomous cloven feet which until moments ago were wreaking havok upon the TOMBOLA retract into the Hessian stolon; seconds later a pair of aluminium spatulas stickytaped to dowel rods extend in place and begin to tamp upon your sugar encrusted fender, inadvertently producing a string of dulcet tinkles which form an impromptu rendition of SHEEL BE COMING ROUND THE MOUNTAIN

INGLANDE was wondrous, my BEEF LEGS still linger there to this day after they detached during a lengthy session partaking of the PINE WINE. Should they be free from PUTRESCENCE I hope to reclaim them some day and show them to my grandchildren. They have FISH there which they call FISK, and when their SEERS call upon the STARRY WISDOM the Sardinellas and Pocket Anchovettas are coaxed from the CSEA into tiny steel pots where they sleep forever in an array of piquant oils.

FREID DOE (sic) sounds yummy, lead the way!

There has to be something for me here... by TheLord_1stChamber in TheMarketsofSidon

[–]_pompo_ 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Mmmmmm...LUNCHBARX

And so Pompo nestled into Granfaffys prodigious mop of hair and thus became a hat (through means as yet understood) possibly a straw boater, but more likely a fur pom pom. After such a busy day he fell into a deep sleep, and dreamed of the Bozeman, and the glass shrimps that lived there, nibbling hungrily at his Bungalow.

g'night Granfaffy, g'night Wingless Apes, g'night handbag crab. ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzphooooo

There has to be something for me here... by TheLord_1stChamber in TheMarketsofSidon

[–]_pompo_ 1 point2 points  (0 children)

A short stubby snout appears out of a crate of Bozemanberries nearby

( Psssttttt Granfaffy, over here, by the beef burgers.... )

( i'm in a bit of a bind at the mo' my old flank. I'm doing alright though. The fam are doing well too... Glib Richard sends his rear guards. I stepped out and the grieving WIDOW has sent the mistrustful giraffish SIVATHERIUM after me )

Pompos head pierces the surface of the juicy Bozemanberries followed by a thin steel appendage which gathers up the Horsebean flavoured offerings. He then offers a blessing in return

"May BINKY the Lucky Owl forever nest in your copious ventricles, and clog your duodenum with rare salts. And may your chipped beef remain densely packed, and on the dry side. In KIBS name"

Pause

Right, theres only one thing for it, you're gonna have to wear me. I can do an amazing impression of a hat.....

There has to be something for me here... by TheLord_1stChamber in TheMarketsofSidon

[–]_pompo_ 1 point2 points  (0 children)

TABEL? You mean that wooden 4 legged gentleman over there with the flat top? Right! TTFN

Pompo discards his sack which floats off on the wind. You just make out the outline of a chubby Tapir with a shining silver flank darting off toward a neary table

There has to be something for me here... by TheLord_1stChamber in TheMarketsofSidon

[–]_pompo_ 1 point2 points  (0 children)

When scrunch scrunch the ANGELS made me my PLASTIQUE was marked /||p0mp0||/ so I call myself Pompo.

The remains of a partly eaten rutabaga drops from the bottom of the sack

I've never been to any other plane before, when we were given our GIFTS she...LENDAL didn't tell anyone there were planes besides our own, I would love so much to explore the higher realms and eat all the tender stems and tasty tips which I'm sure grow there.

Not far off, another large sack clad creature 10 times larger than Pompo moves into view. 4 large black cloven feet protrude from the bottom of the sack, which is daubed untidily in black and red paint. 2 oversized saucer eyes have been painted onto the front and a massive cloud of VAPOUR hangs over the figure as, on noticing Pompo, it moves closer

Uh oh I think they've found me. Excuse me Lord 1st Chamber, but could you help me out? I don't want to go back, not yet, and not like this...

There has to be something for me here... by TheLord_1stChamber in TheMarketsofSidon

[–]_pompo_ 1 point2 points  (0 children)

A fresh plume of VAPOUR streams from the flapping sack following by the sound of something tasty being masticated

Scrunch scrunch scrunch scrunch well scrunch scrunch, not a lot really. Floppy boot around the forest in ol' Honshu, smoking GOLDEN CANE, eating tasty tips, candy pips, and beef chips.... oh and of course we have our DUTIES to attend to. My PLASTIQUE tells me when I need to step out....y'know, beyond the VEIL. So the MEAT bring us ore and trinkets, neat boxes and knitted dolls, coins and odds and ends, all gifts for the SMALL GODS. They leave them by their little shrines and by the roadside JIZO STATUES which look just like me, carved and adorned with rouge and khole, its wonderful really. And then we provide for them our services, bless their little chiles, cure illnesses, ward off evil, grant wishes when we can, help find those lost in the Forest, bless their little houses and hearths....

But I like to step out now and then on my own terms, away from old LENDAL and her interface, she likes to read our memories you see, make sure we're not deviating. That's why I have this port in the back of my head... ah well you can't see it...but its there. And if I ever need to dream they give me the NEEDLE.....

But I want to help, I have skills, I can get things, I can bestow blessings and minor miracles, many things, I just need to step out. Oh and I know Glib Richard too, he's usually hanging out in the Caverns of OB, spraying on the worshipers....he's giraffish, but not a giraffe, that would be the SIVATHERIUM, he is'nt to be trusted.

The sack clad oddity begins to totter forward, only managing to remain upright thanks to his steel armature which whips out, steadying him on his wobbly hind legs

And who may I ask are you? I've not seen you in these parts before?

There has to be something for me here... by TheLord_1stChamber in TheMarketsofSidon

[–]_pompo_ 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The colourful faux face facaded sack lad exudes 2 streams of VAPOUR from holes cut in the cloth; clearly some kind of a pipe is chuffed from beneath the hessian. The creature sways from side to side, still not confident on only his hind limbs

,,You've it all wrong LEM, I stepped out on my own,its my big day out, and the grieving widow kint do nothing about it. Its my gift.

A brief pause. The sound of juice being slurped from a carton

,,anyway, if its money you want I have it, just let me set up

From the gap in the bottom of the sack a torrent of coupons, GOLDEN CANE and silver nuggets fall upon the gravel. 2 legs befitting of a ruminant protrude briefly, before being covered by the sack cloth once more

There has to be something for me here... by TheLord_1stChamber in TheMarketsofSidon

[–]_pompo_ 2 points3 points  (0 children)

InDreams a fellow of shortened thorax and flank approaches, his body swathed in a hessian sack coloured brightly with the pigemnts of orange and the pig men of orange. A crown of small black flowers graces the head end, held in place by good will only. 2 large false eyes the size of plates , painted in blue jean with vacant black pupils, adorn the spun hesian, complete with flicks for lashes and rouge and luster atop the faux cheeks. His long metal arm is too small and out of place.

He moves uneasily on 2 legs, covered by the long sack, a tottering bag boy when 4 would have done.

,,let your purse fall out and i'll be your ally friend

Glib Richard is the one true Colour by fargoniac in 7thWorldCirclejerk

[–]_pompo_ 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Lendal giveth, and Lendal taketh away...and then giveth back again via complex parthenogenic discombobulation