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[Anonymous No.13718030]

Describe this image in your best prose.

[Anonymous No.13718037]

>>13718030
NOOT NOOT

[Anonymous No.13718114]

ANTARCTICA is a snow-covered CONTINENT 5500 KILOMETERS WIDE, and is said to be the COLDEST PLACE in THE WORLD. Its CENTER is called the SOUTH POLE. Close to the SOUTH POLE there is the dried and frozen carcass of a PENGUIN. No one has explained what the PENGUIN was seeking at THOSE COORDINATES.

[Anonymous No.13718238]

>>13718030
White on white.

[Anonymous No.13718485]

>>13718030
"Dont wait up for dinner"

[Anonymous No.13718495]

>>13718030
AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[Anonymous No.13718517]

>>13718030
https://youtu.be/62C5_wlYXqA

[Anonymous No.13719302]

>>13718030

Antartikfuhrer Hans Gretel pushed open the latch of his u-boat. Although it was summer, ice still had formed around his ship's outer hull, and it took some force and a few german curses to break. When the steel lid finally cranked and released, cool fresh air greeted him.
From below his crew gasped for breath as they exchanged stale months old recycled oxygen for the cool Antarctik.
Hans Gretel watched the sky; impeccable blue, and around a frozen wasteland of iceflats and dark pools of meltwater. He sensed the anticipation of his crew below, but he was content to leave them in the dim gloom of the submarine quarters a few moments longer.
There had to be a difference between the commonfolk and him afterall. His black leather-gloves gripped a pair of binoculars and carefully his steely icegrey eyes scanned the horizon.
A movement across the icefield.
"Yes..." Hans mumbled contently. "Yes!" Harder now, so his crew could hear.
Penguins, legions of them, swarming in the snowy hill-lands of neu-swabia.
"Wir have the right spot my men!" He yelled down with excitement.
With reluctance he exited the submarine in his white-overcoat, one hand on his 1956 issuance auto-luger -a gift from the fuhrer himself -
One by one his derelict crew emerged from their steel home. Bearded, lice-ridden men, wearing the same sweat and shit-stained overalls they had worn when they left Neu-Berlin; now almost 3 months ago.
They all had the same scent, a mixture of animal desperation, sauerkraut and motor oil; everything infused in the near hellish heat of the machine room. A stew worthy of the Kriegsmarine, Hans Gretel decided, though that carefully cultivated, and quite pungent aroma was now rapidly diffusing over the Antartic surface.
It was allmost a shame Hans Gretel felt as new air entered his ship's cabins.
"Schneller herren!" Gretel ordered his crew. "Schneller!"
The 32 numbering Kriegsmariniers quickly lined up besides the dark tower of the U-boat's observation tower that had forced itself up through the ice.
They wore hastily fitted grey and white winter-uniforms and furlined hoods, and in their hands vollautomatischer MP-60'ies.
A quick inspection sufficed and Gretel ordered them north, in the direction of the foothills.
The swarms of penguins were thickening, undoubtedly they, the beasts, had seen them as well.
It was to be seen how they would respond.
The reichs genetic improvement programme for the avian surface dwellers had run for years now.
The increased aggression and intelligence had barred continuous scientific assesment.
Though the last report, made three years ago, had shown substiantial potential.
Who would have thought that exalting the mere penguin with a chimera of German SS lebensborn genes could have such unforseen effects.
Yes, Hans Gretel thought. Die neues Wehrmacht stood ready to defend the Reich"s Arktic territories.....
But could they be controlled?

[Anonymous No.13719398]

>>13718030
snow,rough,&mountain&penguin

[Anonymous No.13719410]

>>13718114
I like this one.

[Anonymous No.13719424]

>>13718030
Did my penguin died today? Or was it yesterday? I guess everyone can get used to everything.

[Anonymous No.13719426]

>>13718030
there is a penguin and he is very small! he's so SMOL and KYOOT! look he 's like a LITTLE ANT I WANNA SKWEESH HIM

[Anonymous No.13720121]

>>13718030
"Fuck me," Peng muttered. "I should like to be a mountain."

[Anonymous No.13720132]

>>13718030

[Anonymous No.13720133]

Only the mountains are my friends, and I will die there

[Anonymous No.13720151]

>>13718030
The plains of white stretched far to the blue shades of the mountain ranges on the horizon.

[Anonymous No.13720325]

>>13718030
No does time say to the wandering bird, you are not there yet.
The mountains will greet you when you are ready but for now you must walk along this frozen waste land. Your body will feel the snow as it clings between your little feet. The snow of the past wil only be a fridged memory soon enough.

[Anonymous No.13720375]

You find yourself in the midst of cold barren lands gazing at the covered mountains which hide everything from you.

[Anonymous No.13720465]

>>13718030
Evan Elton had considered killing himself three times in the last week. Seriously considered, that is. It was a constant presence skimming over him, in tension with his fear of God. His ex-wife, Angela, had already moved in with her affair partner and his kids wanted nothing to do with him. If only he could tell them all that had happened, how she had drowned their dogs and blamed it on him. Last night he had seen cockroaches in his apartment but couldn't be bothered to deal with them. Another day perhaps. However, another day brought another scene, all white and limitless with a horizontal crust of mountains to keep the land and sky from swirling into mist.
"Fuck me." he tried. "Noot noot!" is how it came out.
"Noot noot noot noot." he said. Now he definitely wanted to kill himself. He ran for the mountains, happy to die in the travail.

[Anonymous No.13720652]

>>13720133
Biji Pingustan

[Anonymous No.13721161]

>>13720375
I walk toward the mountains and roll to investigate

[Anonymous No.13721167]

Call me Pinguel

[Anonymous No.13721323]

>>13718030
And there a penguin... no. Not a penguin, no, not at all a penguin, but a humin.

[Anonymous No.13721379]

>>13718030
It's like nothing. There's nothing. There's a penguin.

[Sage No.13721394]

Some mischevious god painted the Sahara blue and plopped a penguin down there to die of dehydration. No difference to the penguin to die of dehydration or a predator, it just thinks despite the novel new burn beneath its feet there must be thousands of fish deeper below because nobody is hunting here.

[Anonymous No.13721499]

>>13721161
>61 out of 100
Suspicious, you spend a good ten minutes observing the mountains. Nothing seems much out of the ordinary for that whole time, though you think the peaks look a bit farther apart... and now farther, what... and then, exhalation. The mountains, the ridged spine of whatever leviathan lies on the snow, shake briefly, contract, then begin tp expand again. What do you do?

Also, you don't 'roll to investigate'. You do things, I tell you what we're rolling.

[Anonymous No.13721703]

>>13718114
This one wins

[Anonymous No.13721757]

>>13718030
Running, never to be ran. Pray we may never grow tired. Legs, you'll soon wobble and falter. Heart, you'll eventually revolt and explode, attempting to keep up with us. We would've died waiting for motion, if we hadn't moved. To the unknown, cast away these reigns. To our fates!
>>13718114
Quality.
>>13720132
I wanna believe
>>13721499
Based.

[Anonymous No.13721788]

This is a sad case. Popular child actor Sarah Riley, formerly known as the Swedish angel, was found by her also late, lover later that evening.

Snow blew into the open window. He burst into the room breaking the locked door down. She laid slumped on the floor, a syringe between her open fingers. The room was freezing. He ran and fell onto her clutching her icey face. He yelled. He look at her eyes still open, staring blankly out the cabin window into a white distance. He saw a figure: a ghost, an angel, death. Approaching He continued to shield her frozen body through the night and the next, and the next, and the next, the icy winds blowing in from the distant mountaintops.

[Anonymous No.13721935]

>>13721499
I take out my Switch Axe and prepare to go into Wild Swing

[Anonymous No.13722165]

Despite whatever questions still linger, never haveI doubted the strength of his convictions. As he ran out over the ice, fast as his stubby legs might yetcarry him, never did I see uncertainty in his movements. Before him there was laid out eternity. While to us it may seem a daunting hellscape interrupted only by those distant peaks, to him something greater beckoned. His was not a fearful life, and should he not have returned, his would not be a fearful death. In every footfall I saw a hidden pactconfirmedbetween him and mother nature. Though he may never haveclimbed those heights, I sense he had already transcended them upon his first step. To his last breath, he would live in joy, for only in facing death did he truly know life.

[Anonymous No.13722205]

>>13720132
why are penguins so cute? why can't i own a penguin?

[Anonymous No.13722442]

>>13718030
Somewhere I ain't tryna be. My coloured ass belongs elsewhere. But I'm here. I'm queer. I'm feared.

[Anonymous No.13722484]

>i will never be a penguin