A roiling pit of mud, Angry burbles, bubbles, up pant legs. Steps sink in deep. There are pockets of hot mud and frozen ones. Always Angry clings and coats. Visitors sink into the land. They walk through it looking for treasures or for a way out which becomes a treasure in and of itself as they sink deeper and find nothing.
They must be airlifted out. Still Angry clings to their stretchers. It dries to them. They find it later, clay cracking in the crevasses of their bodies, in folds of skin, wrinkling, becoming dry sand or hard clay chunks in their clothes.
No one likes Angry. No one recommends it. But no one can resist the allure of the mystical mud pots bubbling purple and red.
“There are health benefits to the mud,” a guide says. But no one can say with certainly what.
“It is gory and gross,” says Miss Emeline. “A completely unforgivable place.”
But when you pull Miss Doe Friend aside surprisingly, she whispers, "I must say though, I found it rather glorious."
The capitol lies in a shadowland, the dark castle Murderous, down below in a pocket of cooled mud, it decays and corrodes. The Angry mud erupts violently and hardens into the Murderous castle, with sharp spires and intricate architecture.
The people who come here flash in and out. Some never leave. They see the Castle Murderous in nightmares. Murderous permits few residents. They must live in Angry a long time and coat themselves into mud and stay within mud cocoons until they crack.
No one admits they wish to vacation here. Such a thing is impossible. They flash in and out and see the inside of the castle Murderous, but never the castle grounds.
They must be airlifted out. Still Angry clings to their stretchers. It dries to them. They find it later, clay cracking in the crevasses of their bodies, in folds of skin, wrinkling, becoming dry sand or hard clay chunks in their clothes.
No one likes Angry. No one recommends it. But no one can resist the allure of the mystical mud pots bubbling purple and red.
“There are health benefits to the mud,” a guide says. But no one can say with certainly what.
“It is gory and gross,” says Miss Emeline. “A completely unforgivable place.”
But when you pull Miss Doe Friend aside surprisingly, she whispers, "I must say though, I found it rather glorious."
The capitol lies in a shadowland, the dark castle Murderous, down below in a pocket of cooled mud, it decays and corrodes. The Angry mud erupts violently and hardens into the Murderous castle, with sharp spires and intricate architecture.
The people who come here flash in and out. Some never leave. They see the Castle Murderous in nightmares. Murderous permits few residents. They must live in Angry a long time and coat themselves into mud and stay within mud cocoons until they crack.
No one admits they wish to vacation here. Such a thing is impossible. They flash in and out and see the inside of the castle Murderous, but never the castle grounds.
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