9.21.2006
Dave, Fist of Odin, Buried Alive
Horror? Mad screaming failure? Death?
Yeah. I've kind of been here before, and my god provides a model for this exact sort of thing. I figure even in death I'm still surrounded by . . . something, and while it might be a dark buried cavern instead of Yggdrassil, it's fine.
I am surrounded by horror, insanity and death. Okay.
It was dark before - so that's unchanged. Okay.
Nothing has changed, except in my mind. Okay.
I'm disconnected from my God so much that I don't have spells. Okay. Odin is nothing if not wanting me to be self-sufficient.
I can't move? So no clobbering. I'm alone? No negotiating. I go down to my last core-competency: The Drinking.
I imagine whiskey. Not a specific instance of whiskey, mind you, but the Platonic Ideal of Whiskey - the ur-Whiskey from which all other Whiskeys spring.
We'll start with that and see how it goes.
Yeah. I've kind of been here before, and my god provides a model for this exact sort of thing. I figure even in death I'm still surrounded by . . . something, and while it might be a dark buried cavern instead of Yggdrassil, it's fine.
I am surrounded by horror, insanity and death. Okay.
It was dark before - so that's unchanged. Okay.
Nothing has changed, except in my mind. Okay.
I'm disconnected from my God so much that I don't have spells. Okay. Odin is nothing if not wanting me to be self-sufficient.
I can't move? So no clobbering. I'm alone? No negotiating. I go down to my last core-competency: The Drinking.
I imagine whiskey. Not a specific instance of whiskey, mind you, but the Platonic Ideal of Whiskey - the ur-Whiskey from which all other Whiskeys spring.
We'll start with that and see how it goes.
