(I love using this image)
Anyway, a big thank you to all who managed to slog through this dreck.
Check back here later on (could be a couple of days, could be not for weeks) to see what else I might be cooking up. (I already have a few projects in mind!)
Maybe you’ll get to see more of Sinbad and Shark down the road? Who knows. (because I sure as fuck don’t)
-three weeks later-
“Puppy, get back here! Those are for the reception!” Dennis chased Sagebear down the hall, dressed in his leather vest and bandana ensemble like he had for his own wedding.
Sagebear herself was dressed in her very own dog tuxedo, carrying a package of raw steaks between her teeth. She waddled down past a corner, into one of the doors on the other side.
When Dennis turned said corner himself, it looked as though Sagebear disappeared into thin air.
Malum’s decapitated head fell to the ground with everyone watching. It ended up splattering all over like an overripe melon, with some of the mess getting on Meliora’s face.
Then, all was silent for a little while. It became so quiet, that it was almost stifling. Annette bent over the edge of the pillar, trying to get a better look.
“Is it over?” She could hear Shark quietly ask.
Malum continued to laugh at Annette’s apparent misfortune, beckoning the others to come closer to her.
“There’s no need to be shy, everyone!” She said to them. “I’m sure dear Annette is aching to hear your voices again!
Annette could only wait with intense dread as the group stepped forward to confront her.
(Warning! Brief animal cruelty and child abuse!)
A chain-link fence was the first thing Annette saw once she reached the next memory. The second thing was sawdust on the floor, seemingly freshly thrown on the ground for whatever reason.
On the other side of the fence, a group of people were crowded in front of a man behind a table. He was shouting various numbers, and writing on a chalkboard behind him.
When Annette took a more detailed look around her, she saw other people next to her, speaking in hushed whispers. Curious as to what they were talking about, she stepped closer to one of them.
(Warning! Scene that contains overdose!)
Sinbad looked menacing even in the state he was in, a presumed condition of death. His ostensibly unusable arms looked to be gripping the armrests on either side of him. His mouth was set in a stern frown. Even Annette was a bit intimidated by how he was sitting.
His appearance seemed to fit in with the rest of the room somehow. Said room was surrounded by a chain-link fence, with broken wood sticks lining up against one of the walls.
Annette remembered what the area that she was looking at was meant to emulate, and shuddered. She tried unsuccessfully to rid her mind of the image, and stepped forward. Continue Reading
Once again, Annette was in what looked to be a kind of church. Unlike the churches she witnessed Ox-Head in, however, this one was far brighter and not invoking general coldness of religion.
In fact, the overall atmosphere promised a rather joyous occasion, if not a rather obvious one. It was clear from who was present as well.
This time, Annette saw a slightly older-looking Dennis standing at the altar, sweating profusely.