THE MORE YOU LOOK UP THE LESS FUN IT IS
YOU CAN ONLY DO THIS ONCE
1) Imagine a desert (edit: a DESERT - not a dessert - this is on 8bit and veen 'cuz I spelled it correctly and for some reason, people hear "Sufi mysticism and immediately go for the ice cream). Describe it. As floridly or starkly as you choose - it's your desert, not mine.
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2) In that desert, imagine a cube. What kind of cube? You tell me. It's your cube. Up to you to decide how big it is, what it's made of, where it is, what it's doing there.
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3) Did you know there's a ladder? Don't ask me how or why. It's your ladder. Fix it in your imagination. Know that ladder. Understand it. .
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4) Also a horse. Know the horse. understand the horse. Grok the horse.
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5) A storm is coming. What do you see? What do you hear? What do you feel?
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6) Also, flowers. What kind? Where? What do they look like?
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NO PEEKING
(inspired by this, which I found sorely wanting.)
This was a strange lesson in free association. Here is my cube, plucked from my 12-year-old brain, no idea why, at least it's not a fucking chocolate cake, Here is both my horse and my desert, again haven't the faintest, wonderful book though, The flowers should be obvious, The ladder was boring, although it went to heaven. The storm was ... dammit ... a famous and incredible painting of an impending storm as seen from a high bluff in the bottom left of the canvas -- help, anyone? Been killing myself googling.
Oh my god Artemis Fowl. The farting dwarf thing was my hero.
1. Sun-scorched. Endless. Silent snaking hills of fine ochre sand. Distance shimmering. 2. Small, maybe seven eight inches cubed; dark metal, alternating octagonal scales of slate grey and burnished silver. Hovering maybe six feet up. 3. Wooden, weathered. Half-buried in the sand. Sun-bleached, skeletal, some of its broken rungs poking upward, mistaken for ribs. 4. Glossy brown, bark brown mane and tail, white diamond on the front of its face. More I can't say- not a horse person, it's not my horse. 5. Distant enough not to worry yet. Hazy roiling wall of dust, occasional orange crackle of friction lightning. The wind that carries it is warm and dry. The whisper it makes as it skates the sand, and the boom it makes against my ears- only contrast to the vast silence of the desert. Flowers? Thought this was only sand for days. I suppose they're crouched low to the ground, don't find much purchase. White and unimpressive, no room for anything other than grim survival here. Attached to some scrawny succulent, I guess. Few and far between.
It's a molten chocolate cake. this is the cube, smack dab in the middle of the molten chocolate cake. there is a ladder from the bottom to the top of the cube. now it's all chocolaty and sticky and shit. So is the cube, I guess. the horse is right next to the table with the molten chocolate cake on top of it. it looks like Epona because we just did a 24 hour videogame marathon for charity and Zelda was one of the games we played. Shit, there's a storm, protect the cake! Just kidding, it's a light drizzle, like the one outside right now. And the flowers are actually edible arrangements, which are what I got my mom because she seemed sad as of late. So: Cake, light rain, edible fruit flowers, a horse. Sounds like an alright time. Oh, FUCK it said desert, not dessert. Fuck it. I don't even care. It's staying up. Goddamn I really want chocolate.
1) It's dusk in this desert, the sun is going down. There's a cool breeze blowing, a stark contrast to the heat of the day. The dunes roll far into the distance, the only distinguishing features are some mountains off in the distance. 2) There's a black cube, 6"x6"x6" are the diameters. It's kind of just sitting there. Looking ominous and otherworldly. I'm not touching that. 3) Someone left a wooden ladder just laying in the sand. It looks pretty worn. Why would you need a ladder? There's nothing to climb here... 4) There's a brown Clydesdale chilling by the ladder. As far as I know he has no name. 5) The storm rolling in is dark and horribly daunting. Every few seconds there's a blinding flash of light quickly followed by a deafening roar. 6) Having trouble picturing flowers. There's no flowers here.
1) The dunes are made of finely ground sand becoming progressively more rocky towards the top, or what appears to be the top, because as one climbs there does not seem to be any end to it. The air is so dry one might vomit from the attempt to climb it. At this particular moment, the top is a rocky mass. Perhaps one could get a good view of the desert from there. 2) The cube is an ordinary rubik's cube, most likely dropped by the last tourist who tried to look at the desert. It has not been solved. Also, it's having sex with my mother. 3) A worn, greyish wooden ladder leans against the rocky outcropping, offering a way to the top. It's not having sex with my mother, but it's watching. 4) The horse is black and white, like a cow. It stands off the side. It doesn't seem interested in anything. There isn't much of interest around here, for a horse. He is waiting for something. He doesn't really want to be there. Probably his horse friends made fun of him at school for looking like a cow when he was little. 5) The storms clouds are thick, black and dappled with lightning. It is approaching fast. The cool wind preceding it is a relief from the oppressive heat. The rain will be a welcome change until the cold becomes too much to bear. Lightning strikes might pose a significant risk, if this is indeed close to the top of the dune, which is still unknown. 6) The flowers, ordinary pansies of various colors, grow in the shade of the rock outcropping. They are amazed that there is soil there. They are looking forward to the storm. Their lives are pretty great, actually. Even the horse hasn't made any attempt to eat them, and they're not worried about it.
Three high dunes, brightly lit sand, a very tannish color, an oasis in the middle. Oasis is lush, spilling, but very tiny, the dessert is hot but a photograph would not suggest it. There cube is 40 feet in the air, 12 by 12 by 12 feet, made of a washed metallic and silver steel. It seems to be suspended in the air and rotating every so slightly, though by no apparent means. There is a slightly worn but very reliable looking ladder, a faded red frame with bright aluminum rungs, laying on it's side in the oasis. It looks as if someone tried to climb to the suspended cube but realized partway through he or she needed something else and is right now grabbing it.
The horse is brown, dark brown, the colors of chestnuts. The horse's saddle is minimal and functional, with a lighter brown rug underneath it. The rein's of the horse are tied to a post, but it looks casually tied, almost tossed on, as if the rider knew that horse would not move until he returned. The horse is grazing relaxedly. The rider and horse must have been here for some time because the horse seems rested, relaxing in the shade of a palm tree. The horse is beautiful and lithe and spry and young.
A dark, purplish sky is in view between two of the three dunes. It seems that the whole dessert knows the storm is coming, and the storm has come, not as a natural part of the water cycle, nor a malevolent deity. The storm has come as if to thunder and bellow and drench only this very specific spot, this oasis. The storm, despite its magnitude, is comforting. It will be wet. Yet it will be ok. A pink flower, with petals like the ones that all children learn first how to draw.
LMFAO I love that TWO people misread desert as dessert. Remember guys, dessert is the thing you want more of which is why it has more s's.
1. It's totally empty. Nothing but rolling hills of orange sand for miles. 2. It's a large iron block, hovering about 7 feet off the ground. I think it belongs to some aliens. 3. It's on the front of the cube. That's the aliens' ladder. The block is their lander, and that's how they get down. 4. That's my horse. It's how I got there. It's a nice shade of darkish brown, with a lighter brown mane. It's wearing a leather saddlebag. 5. The desert's gotten darker. The storm takes up a good half of the sky. It's crackling with little bits of lightning throughout the really dark clouds. I can feel the energy in the air. 6. There are bluebonnets in the horse's saddlebag.
Both of our cubes were hovering. Wonder what that's supposed to signify. Also our horses were similar, but their color patterns were reversed. Like the way you approached the flowers way more.
Nice, good ol' Dutch vla. Either raspberry, chocolate or the almighty vanilla/yogurt flavour. Turns out, the universe has the shape of a cube, and everything you know is in that cube. Woah. It's a ladder tournament. Who has the best vla in the world? May the vla ever be in your flavour. The contestants ride in the Arena on their horses. Mighty drums are their auditory company. Look over there, chocolate vla is is showing off: ---wait. FUCK. did I just make the same mistake as eightbitsamurai? goddammit.
