I shot every round I had into that thing.

I shot every round I had into that thing.

In desperation, I threw the damn empty pistol at the ichor monstrousity. "Ow!" it burbled from one of its many orifices. "You sure know how to hurt a guy!"

"Oh you like that, huh?! Well you're gonna love this!" I gave it a 7-fingered gouge to the eyeballs, stomped on it's instep, and grabbed it by the tail. I tried to lift it up but

then I hesitated. Did I just give it a 7-fingered gouge? I let go of the tail &look at my hands. I counted ... 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 huh? 8 9 10 11 12 13 14! Why didn't I noticed before?

Because I was in Mormlia, the Realm of the Luxurious. Everything here was esconced in furs and gold. Thus, I was blinded by stuff and did not notice. In this realm I could

eat anything I saw. I decided to eat a gold plated mail box on a mahogany pole. It tasted like chocolate. More strange floating stuff got in my eyes, I went totally blind! Escar

gots in butter didn't help my lost eyesight, despitewhat the tarot reader said. I had too much gold floating in my veins getting into my optic nerve. I needed my blood panning

To separate the red and white cells. The Google glasses were ubiquitous and allowed the GPS to grow legs resembling those of the octopus. Fingernails became claws. The ladies on

Street corners selling a good time became librarians at the Temple of Forgetfullness and Pleasure.

They were very happy to finally have time to catch up on their reading.