Quincunx Posted September 7, 2007 Report Posted September 7, 2007 Carina Nebula <Rydia> one thousand crowns and wings. . .. <Rydia> or two heart beats <Rydia> and all the surrounding biological noise <lilValdar> \\o_o? <Rydia> the nebula looks like <lilValdar> ohhh <lilValdar> I stopped trying to describe it past shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnny!! \o_o/ <Rydia> the smaller burst of pale for the atria, the larger for the ventricles. . .surrounding them, wisps of capillary noises <Rydia> oxygen transfer as life in the point of every star <Rydia> I don't know what the dark masses at the lower edge represent <lilValdar> liver? \o_o? <Rydia> the dark, secret, deconstructive processes of digestion? but that's just one idea, and I would like more.
Katzaniel Posted September 7, 2007 Report Posted September 7, 2007 Like a brown paper bag which someone very, very carefully crumpled, putting each crease exactly where it ought to go - and then smeared upon it a layer of milk, or the thinnest white paint... just so....
Zadown Posted September 7, 2007 Report Posted September 7, 2007 A Lost Paths map of an area of the multiversum mostly controlled by Law.
Gwaihir Posted September 7, 2007 Report Posted September 7, 2007 From white to maroon, colors swirl. Too dramatic to exist, still they do. The gods have made an abstract painting of craziness.
Wyvern Posted September 8, 2007 Report Posted September 8, 2007 Wyvern grunts as he shoves a projector leftover from his "Opal Eyes" lecture into the Cabaret Room. The overgrown lizard pants and dusts off his claws, then grabs a hook at the bottom of the projector stand with his tail stinger and tugs at it. He shifts the direction of the stand until the projector light is facing a large screen, which happens to be a section of Happybuddha's stomach. Wyvern hisses and slams down on the top of the projector until it starts projecting a hazy version of the nebula image. "Now, the way I sssee it, the border of this image is a Crumpled Paper Bag Asteroid Field, which was brought to space by Almost Dragonic Brand DisAstral Trash Disposal Servicesss. The field provides the borders for an astral canvas, which some higher being hit with an abstract paint job. The way I interpret it, the whitesss are supposed to represent oxygen flowing, while the maroon ssside of things is supposed to be the twin hearts beating. Regardless of what it all means, it looks like the being received a pretty penny for it, since those little white dots must amount to no less than a thousand crowns. Shiny onesss, at that... it's enough to make me consider incorporating astronaut scouts in Almost Dragonic Brand DisAstral Trash Disposal Services." Wyvern snorts, then grins to himself and pulls out a small book bound in a cheap cardboard dustjacket. "Of courssse, it's all explained here in this handy-dandy Almost Dragonic Brand DisAstral Trash Disposal Constellation Guide, which features such memorable numbers as the Big Dumpster, OIron and Rubber Bandromeda. 80 geld, cheap." Wyvern holds the book in the air. "No squirrels were harmed in the making of this guide... only trees, plants, birds, deer, and fish." Wyvern turns back towards the image of the nebula and raises a claw to his chin. "Of courssse, I still have trouble explaining the odd oval-shaped image at the center of the picture..." "Uhhh... Wyvern? That's Happybuddha's navel." ;-)
Quincunx Posted September 20, 2007 Author Report Posted September 20, 2007 The packed courtroom, visitors huddled in the foreground rows, cowering under the burst of justice--off to the side, a court reporter absorbing the justice and glowing with a trace of it as well. Words wink in and out of the verdict, but all that truly matters is the light, and the human stain which delivers it.
Katzaniel Posted September 20, 2007 Report Posted September 20, 2007 A lone ship heading from familiar shores into an ocean where eddies of current can take the unsuspecting sailor down into raging depths, or off the end of the world... and the stars watch from above, cold and distant from the fate of the world.
Tanuchan Posted September 20, 2007 Report Posted September 20, 2007 Soft image of butterfly-to-be, wings still diaphanous from its birth and colors still slowly coalescing into the promised shape. Remnants of the chrysalys spread all around with the light of a myriad suns glinting off them, playing with shapes and shades.
Akallabeth Posted September 21, 2007 Report Posted September 21, 2007 Muddy clay, covered by a shallow, slightly oily puddle of water. An extremely bright moon shines overhead, along with stars which glare intensely at the ground.
Ozymandias Posted September 25, 2007 Report Posted September 25, 2007 A tumor peacefully excised from the sun itself, striking out on its own, now growing in meaningful ways.
Nyarlathotep Posted September 26, 2007 Report Posted September 26, 2007 A crystal egg sitting in a horse shit colored sea bursting open releasing blue waters.
Appy Posted September 26, 2007 Report Posted September 26, 2007 The birth of a pheonix amidst the despair and ugliness of a trench war. With the four horsemen riding to stop the pheonix from rising.
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