Necroepilogos, tenebrae - 13.3
Added 2024-11-28 04:12:28 +0000 UTCSome zombies are up and about; some zombies are down (and out). But other zombies are elsewhere, lost between the cracks.
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An epub of the chapter is also attached below!
Arc 13 gets stuck into the meat of the motions now, chewing and gnawing and swallowing and belching and ... you get the picture! I've got quite a few surprises in store here, dear readers, quite a few POV shifts coming up. There's miles to go before the trailing edge of the storm, and no way out but through. Let's hope Elpida and her girls can find the narrow path. Speaking of which, the sequence in this very chapter, it was supposed to be over quickly, one and done! But then, well, zombie girls did unexpected things. As you will see! Hope you enjoy!
And! Yet again! I have more art to share, from the discord! This week we have an illustration of Elpida and Howl, in a moment of repose, (by Falco!) And, oh, do watch this space; there might be something art-related rising up out of the tomb, in the (not-too-distant) future.
Comments
Lykke poking around inside Epida's subconscious only to discover she really needs to get laid. The secrets of a zombie! For Telokopolis, indeed!
Hazel Young
2024-11-28 16:44:32 +0000 UTCGosh, thank you! That was a beautiful way to capture some of the emotions beneath the surface of this chapter; a lot of the implications here are lurking on a purely thematic level, since Elpida tends to be very practical and straightforward. Thank you for writing that, that made me smile. And yes, dreams are weird! But you might be a poet, simply by default. Well done! And I hope you had pleasant dreams as well. And of course, you are so very welcome for the chapter!
Hazel Young
2024-11-28 16:43:25 +0000 UTClol, even a random Necromancer knows Elpida needs a good pounding to loosen up. Get this girl laid! For Tekolpolis!
Rayyyn
2024-11-28 12:08:05 +0000 UTCDreams and dreaming and dreaming some more. Deeper and deeper you go as machines rest their gears, and gods sing of electric sheep and of homes long gone but not forgotten. Figures dance in the wind and are ferried away on wishes lighter than feathers, and familiar looking people with no faces always stand at a distance and never nearer. Pointing, waving, beaconing, and smiling with no faces, they call you over and request your presence. Turn your head and the dream turns with you, shifting and changing and moving from scene to scene, vista to vista, location to location. A single step carries you forward untold distances in your mind or simply nowhere at all as you run in place, fleeing from unseen fears that are always far and yet somehow near. You sink further and further into the dream, meaning is lost, and lessons lay forgotten and abandoned at your feet, their value measured in gold and desire but unable to be held, as if sand spilling through your fingers, reduced to nothing but fading memories. Until eventually, suddenly, violently, you wake... I am not a poet; dreams are weird, and I am sleep deprived. Good night and may anyone who is supposed to be sleeping right now, but isn't, have pleasant dreams tonight. Thanks for the great chapter Hungry!
Kennyevilmonkey
2024-11-28 07:47:48 +0000 UTC
