I am a priest walking through a cleared path in the forest.

I am a priest walking through a cleared path in the forest. My hands are naturally crossed behind my back in contemplation

The wind stirs slightly, which catches my trainer attention. At this moment something appears to me

Would you tell me what appears to me?

I have certain curiosities

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  1. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    you find two flowers

    what do you do with them priest

    how will you pay them attention

    • 4 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      I put them both up to my nose and smell. I have smelled them both individually before but never together.

      I take care not to enliven my enthusiasm. It may look like there was more to my walk if I came back dripping in sensual pleasure

  2. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    Paul Rudd

    He giggles and says “hotdoggy”

    Then he runs off with your trousers you never noticed he took

    • 4 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      As it is the current day, and I did not take my monkish vows, I recognize the funny actor specializing in warming the hearts of the middle class.

      I wonder what he laughs at. Then I realize he must also have excitable toes. He is Paul after all. He must have named them the hotdoggies.

      It is lucky I had been carrying my trousers over my shoulder in case the weather decided to raise in temperature.

      I remind the trees after the laughing man runs away that a priest is always prepared. They remind me that the stop the trees from talking pills were in my spare trousers

  3. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    I bury the flowers together on top one another and place the stop in my heart and mind to remember them the next time I come across a delightful duo.

    Here comes the river. I have walked over it many times. My priestly toes beg for cold wet. But I remind them we are chaste

    • 4 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      Why at you posting like you are in a 1999 AOL role play chat room anon

      • 4 weeks ago
        Anonymous

        Perhaps there is something spooky and paranormal going on, right underneath your nose.

        https://i.imgur.com/IqF0VIP.jpeg

        >catches my trainer attention

        I have in fact trained very hard, and so my attention has a trainer-like quality

        • 4 weeks ago
          Anonymous

          Yea sounds exactly like a old RO chat room. Feel free to elaborate

          • 4 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            Do I see a reason to elaborate on the forest floor?

          • 4 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            Yes, otherwise what is the point of this thread? Do you have one

          • 4 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            I don't mean to intrude on your personal beliefs, standings, cement. But do you think it is really all that paranormal to have a point. Wouldn't you call having a point just normal. I would. But I suppose you're the inquisitor and expert here.

            What do I know, I'm pointless.

            Kill jester

            Since I am unable to find an action, although having this thought strikes me as truly extraordinary, I am unable to partake.

            However. I do, quickly after running into the skeleton of a canine, find myself turning the corner into a scene of capital murder. As a priest, I am familiar with and often surrounded by images and ideas of death, but to witness it firsthand is more brutal that I expected.

            Having just plucked the knuckle bone of the canine for an assuredly strange death, I decided to merely be an onlooker in this showcase granted to me.

            It is not usually once in someone's life that they are able to watch a human killing as an unknown observer, so I do so, saying to myself that this will help me to further understand and teach lessons of mortality.

            It is a woman who has the jester at the end of a thin-slim and pointed dagger. She makes no hesitation and puts it straight through his throat. I hear a little pop crunch as it enters the breathing tube. Sorry I am not a scientist. She keeps the blade there for a second while he tries to get air through his windpipe, but comes up short because of the dagger blocking the way.

            He panics and runs away. The dagger comes out and blood sprays at the woman, who probably did not think that part through.

            He runs away to die. There are lots of awful sounds.

            As the woman walks away I make an owls call from the comfort of my shrub. I allow one of the whos to draw out longer than the call of a normal owl.

            A curse of lingering and soft paranoia, to accompany whatever her own psyche conjures.

          • 4 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            Look mate, it's my money, it's my quest.

            Kill Jester. Do it.

          • 4 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            After watching the slaying of this jester, which by the way is very odd to see in the current day, I continue a few steps away from my shrub. He must have been a schizophrenic. But who kills them?

            I see a note pinned to a tree reading, "Look mate, it's my money, it's my quest. Kill Jester. Do it."

            This is odd for a few reasons. First of all, I don't think jester is a proper noun, which means Jester must be the jester's name. What an odd character he must have been to dress as his namesake. Maybe he did it only because it was possible for him, as it is impossible for most unless we were become linguist architects.

            The second strange thing is the mention of a quest. I must really have run into a group of hooligans. Quests and jesters. Maybe what I saw was only a bit of role-playing? But the sounds were so gutteral, and he did bleed.

            I will not be searching for the body to find out what happened. I am only out for a walk, and that is not my quest.

          • 4 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            [With this character's death, the thread of prophecy is severed. Restore a saved game to restore the weave of Fate, or persist in the doomed world you have created.]

          • 4 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            I immediately discount this weird voice from the distance's musings because I have created nothing. So what I surmise from this is that we are ruled over by tricksters. This makes me smile. The smile is tipped in poison.

            Even if it were some truth, I'd rather not be wrapped up in some prophecy. That can be their job. The name dressers.

            So a doomed world I live in now if it is to be bought. No different than before. Who alive in any time period didn't think we were on a downhill slope.

            Doomed to what though? I think this to myself. If the world is doomed to something, say, doomed to explode, wouldn't this excite the pyromaniac? So it wouldn't be doomed for everyone.

            In the back of my head from this moment on, I search for the current doom, and readjust my inner state to align with its opposite. Doomed to slowly leak oxygen into the atmosphere? I find myself hating the repetitive and untrustworthy act of breathing.

          • 4 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            maybe seeing someone getting murdered isnt the best thing to see on your walk, how about turning back home where its safer?

          • 4 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            If I wanted a safe life I would have become a hitman. They know all kinds of techniques and have the bloodlust to defend themselves.

            I've lost my testosterone and animalistic drive over the years so I live the most hardcore life imaginable, because I am completely defenseless.

            In other words. I am more comfortable away from safety. I will continue

            https://i.imgur.com/ixm4hyE.jpeg

            There are two options not options in terms of direction two different images that come to mind

            The first one is a blocked path full of thorns like the thorns in sleeping beauty they don't look remotely real. they look like they're out of an animation like there was something important behind it but there was no way of me walking through

            The second thought that comes to mind is a crossroads many different paths many different outcomes one path has a dark feeling behind it like it should not be walked down but that does not mean it is the wrong option all these parts could possibly lead to the same place but it depends what sort of actions you want to take to get there

            I am most intrigued by these cartoonish thorns that are so large. First, because if they are so large, the only real danger by them would be falling onto them and being impaled. I doubt they are small enough to give any part of my body a prick.

            Secondly, I notice that there most definitely is something important behind them. Important in a broad sense. It could be another dead jester Jester.

            But how strange would it be if they were completely impassable. They would have to be completely encircling the target of their defenses, which would imply intelligent design. Which, congratulations to you, stirs my curiosities.

            I walk along the thorn terror bush as long as I can in both directions and what do you know, I end up back at the same spot.

            This is mythological indeed.

            Since I am a priest I pray. I pray not that I can get past these thorns, but that my next hour or so is uninterrupted by an excess of physical pain. That is not the kind of religious man I am.

            So I get to thinking.

            How does someone pass the impassable.

            Well the answer is clear. There is no such thing as impassable. This is a physics based reality after all.

            So I start humming at an alarming frequency.

            I do this just for fun.

            To get across the throne bushes I climb over them. As I said before, large thorns are really not too much trouble as long as you don't slip and fall on them.

            I wonder what I find in the middle.

  4. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    >catches my trainer attention

  5. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    Can ur bussy take a whole crucifix?

    • 4 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      It depends on the size of the crucifix, doesn't it, my friend in sin.

      A fox

      I see a fox. We exchange a quick glance as we have seen each other before and it knows my secret. Luckily he is as guilty as I am in this place.

      I keep walking and step over the river while the fox turns back where it came from.

      I make a quick look that it is gone and see it's tail slap a squirrel across the face

      • 4 weeks ago
        Anonymous

        So u do put crucifxes inside ur butt?

        • 4 weeks ago
          Anonymous

          Not me personally, I don't get much of a rush out of things like that. In fact, I gave up any sexual relations a few years ago. I can tell you it has been very pleasant. I can expand on this if you'd like.

          A wild Pansage appears!

          Finally. For years I've been waiting for a low to mediocre tier grass type to surprise me in my natural element, the faith of silence.

          It won't know what's coming.

          I look at the mossy monkey briefly and it looks back at me with some kind of expectation. I meet it's low evolution eyes with no reaction whatsoever. It becomes irate.

          I walk away

  6. 4 weeks ago
    Trismegistus

    A fox

  7. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    A wild Pansage appears!

  8. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    I apologize for the it's<-->its nonsense.

    I know better, but sometimes I forget myself and tell my story before I have combed properly.

    A good strategy for life. A poor one for any medium with a record

  9. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    Tupac, naked except for a very fluffy cat-tail butt plug.

    • 4 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      I was never much for hip-hip besides a ten year stint I did helping out a friend hone his craft making boombap tracks. He's a great producer now. We had fun.

      And this is what I'm thinking about when I see a named Tupac. It doesn't make much of a difference to me that he's naked or that he had a craving for furry ass play. In fact it makes it more of a pleasant surprise.

      Hello Tupac Shakur, I tell him. I hope you are not here for any deviant behavior that involves me. He tells me he is not.

      This is when it dawns on me that this man is supposed to be dead. I don't question him though as I know he was involved in some dangerous business.

      I ask him if he needs any directions. He tells me to point him the way where there are no people, and more animals.

      I point him in the direction of the fox.

      I don't tell him about the fox. But I'm sure they will meet, as we did

      • 4 weeks ago
        Anonymous

        *naked

        God bless it

      • 4 weeks ago
        Anonymous

        Wtf

  10. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    as you walk through the woods you find an old and weathered skeleton from what appears to be a canine
    how does your walk continue?

    • 4 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      Well, at this point my walk does not continue.

      It would be unfortunate for a person to see a canine skeleton and keep walking. I think once it is a smaller animal it is slightly more alright. For example I saw a half rotted opossum carcas yesterday, stopped for a second to admire the level of decomposition, and continued on.

      But this is a dog. We like dogs.

      However, the skeleton according to description is old and weathered, which relieves me of a sense of attachment that I would have had it been fresher.

      My mind conjures quickly and without my permission the story of the dogs final day of life. Wandering off into the woods as it did.

      I am hoping it was treated well. But as it has died in the forest and not in its owners home, I have my doubts.

      I reach down to pick up a handful of dirt, then place a small knuckle sized bone from the dog inside the dirt. I rub my hands together with dirt and bone inside quickly so as to clean the bone with the friction of the dirt.

      Maybe now that I have kept this bone, I too will find myself dying somewhere unusual.

    • 4 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      Kill jester

  11. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    There are two options not options in terms of direction two different images that come to mind

    The first one is a blocked path full of thorns like the thorns in sleeping beauty they don't look remotely real. they look like they're out of an animation like there was something important behind it but there was no way of me walking through

    The second thought that comes to mind is a crossroads many different paths many different outcomes one path has a dark feeling behind it like it should not be walked down but that does not mean it is the wrong option all these parts could possibly lead to the same place but it depends what sort of actions you want to take to get there

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