PW: Surpass This Incline
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Of no meaning now that it is grated into the sand, the boat slowly clambers out onto the gelatinous pink sea, illuminated by an electric storm. The wood filed by the teeth of ten-thousand atoms: you take the regular approach to this new item of an incline. You wonder if it will offer wares to allow you to climb to the top and treat it as a sort of climbing wall. | Of no meaning now that it is grated into the sand, the boat slowly clambers out onto the gelatinous pink sea, illuminated by an electric storm. The wood filed by the teeth of ten-thousand atoms: you take the regular approach to this new item of an incline. You wonder if it will offer wares to allow you to climb to the top and treat it as a sort of climbing wall. | ||
| - | The teeth of stone look as rugged as knives and as acerbic as sulphur. Some stones point blatant and threatening swords at you chest, feet and eyes. You wonder now whether it is these which will affirm the game of | + | The teeth of stone look as rugged as knives and as acerbic as sulphur. Some stones point blatant and threatening swords at you chest, feet and eyes. You wonder now whether it is these which will affirm the game of doom you've been waiting to douse, that slither of lifelessness required to splice your soul from off the hands that are an adhesive to the mortal coil and disintegrate your blessed eternities in other much softer liaisons. |
You contemplate this not at length, however, and prepare to weaponise your bravado and will to pervert this terror; you arouse joy in this darkest of hours yet, as your soul is still glowing and fairly young. Then the sand is glittering, the winds help you at the back, the distance to climb is foreshortened, dwarfed, after this vow of confidence. | You contemplate this not at length, however, and prepare to weaponise your bravado and will to pervert this terror; you arouse joy in this darkest of hours yet, as your soul is still glowing and fairly young. Then the sand is glittering, the winds help you at the back, the distance to climb is foreshortened, dwarfed, after this vow of confidence. | ||
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You take one gulp of fresh white air and let your will do the final decision. | You take one gulp of fresh white air and let your will do the final decision. | ||
| - | + | {{Philosophystatus|Paraphernalia="Satchel"|Circumstances="Saturated, lucid"|Circular Reasoning="Logically Sound"|Profoundness="Nil"|Concepts="Cogency, cliff, moor, ocean, aquatic, land, stones, respiration, movement, literacy, English, consumption, appetite, young, danger, threat, will"}} | |
| - | *[[PW: Attend | + | Do you: |
| + | *[[PW: Climb|Climb]] | ||
| + | *[[PW: Make All Actions Mute; All Movements Instantly Transcend|Do not move]] | ||
| + | *[[PW: Attend To Your Boat|Attend to your boat before it is truly adrift]] | ||
| + | *[[PW: Unpack Bag|Unpack your bag]] | ||
| + | *[[PW: Jump Up|Rebound off of the terrible concrete shards]] | ||
| + | *[[PW: Exert Weight On The Stones|Push the stones]] | ||
| + | *[[PW: Size Up the Situation For Longer|Size up the Situation For Longer]] | ||
| - | + | [[Category:Philosophy World]] | |
Current revision as of 16:11, 3 September 2016
Of no meaning now that it is grated into the sand, the boat slowly clambers out onto the gelatinous pink sea, illuminated by an electric storm. The wood filed by the teeth of ten-thousand atoms: you take the regular approach to this new item of an incline. You wonder if it will offer wares to allow you to climb to the top and treat it as a sort of climbing wall.
The teeth of stone look as rugged as knives and as acerbic as sulphur. Some stones point blatant and threatening swords at you chest, feet and eyes. You wonder now whether it is these which will affirm the game of doom you've been waiting to douse, that slither of lifelessness required to splice your soul from off the hands that are an adhesive to the mortal coil and disintegrate your blessed eternities in other much softer liaisons.
You contemplate this not at length, however, and prepare to weaponise your bravado and will to pervert this terror; you arouse joy in this darkest of hours yet, as your soul is still glowing and fairly young. Then the sand is glittering, the winds help you at the back, the distance to climb is foreshortened, dwarfed, after this vow of confidence.
You take one gulp of fresh white air and let your will do the final decision.
| Status | |||
| Circumstances | "Saturated, lucid" | Paraphernalia:
"Satchel" | Concepts:
"Cogency, cliff, moor, ocean, aquatic, land, stones, respiration, movement, literacy, English, consumption, appetite, young, danger, threat, will" |
| Circular Reasoning | "Logically Sound" | ||
| Profoundness | "Nil" | ||
Do you:
