maxfieldjadenfox
First Post
I wake up with a start. At first I think I must be sleepwalking since I am no longer in my cozy bed, but in the open somewhere. As I walk, I see that I am actually in someone's back yard. There is what appears to be a garage straight ahead, overhung by a large tree that might be an elm. There is a peculiar flickering against the side of the garage, and as I get closer, I realize I've seen something like this before. The pictures that flash onto the garage are out of focus, but I recognize them. Ceramic DM pictures, not just from the recent round, but from every round I've ever written in. Even the pictures from the rounds I judged are showing up. As they flash by, I find myself feeling all sad and angst ridden. "I could have done that one better credit," I think as image after image taunts me with unfulfilled promise. Finally I can take it no longer. I walk into the circle of light where Herremann the Wise stands, surrounded by judging imps, Lady Death in his hand, thrumming for blood. I nod at Herremann. The gnoph at the projector casts a withering gaze at me. I refuse to be withered. "You have called me, and I have come."
I kneel next to the altar and expose my throat. One of the more fragile judging imps faints from the excitement. Herremann steps forward and draws his hand along the top of the blade. He gazes at me, a smile playing about his lips.
"Maxfield Jaden Fox. My Lady is hungry. Any last words before her hunger is slaked?" I look at him, give a faint smile myself and say, "I'll be back." The blade flashes across my throat and I
I kneel next to the altar and expose my throat. One of the more fragile judging imps faints from the excitement. Herremann steps forward and draws his hand along the top of the blade. He gazes at me, a smile playing about his lips.
"Maxfield Jaden Fox. My Lady is hungry. Any last words before her hunger is slaked?" I look at him, give a faint smile myself and say, "I'll be back." The blade flashes across my throat and I