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[Anonymous No.13916426]

>The more she drank the more she shat, but the more she shat, the thirstier she grew.

Bravo, Martin.

[Anonymous No.13916466]

As time went on her shits only grew in strength. In scope. In size. Soon she was shitting out more than entire villages of people, with a thirst to match. The cycle would only grow as it continued.

Time went on and eventually only oceans could satisfy her thirst and subsequent ass-gravy ejections. The world was thrown into disarray as water became scarcer and scarcer, and only the ever-growing mounds of dooky-butter could be found amongst the wasterland.

In time, Earth had become exhausted of all resources. But it was not to cease to mad shitter. She became spaceborn, travelling through the cosmos searching for water to sustain the eternal shittery she had become embroiled in. Countless planets fell to her thirst as a trail of turd-juice was left in her wake.

And so she was became shit, dumper of worlds.

[Anonymous No.13916470]

>>13916426
We are living dark times.
Is Christianity mandatory to be a good fantasy writer? My favorite authors were devout christians, and as an atheist their faith never stopped me from enjoying their books and admiring them.
Do these atheist authors think they are cool and edgy?

[Anonymous No.13916479]

>>13916466
powerful and poetic

[Anonymous No.13916488]

>>13916470
>Do these atheist authors think they are cool and edgy?
Yes

[Anonymous No.13916491]

>>13916466
Profound, visionary.

[Anonymous No.13916654]

>>13916466
This reminds me of King Gizzard's Murder of the Universe

>Munt is finally cascading from my input
>The creeping sick moves from my breath
>And into my heart where it is pumped to every inch of my body
>I feel it snake through the knots of my deepest veins
>And eats through the walls of my cells
>It bleeds through the pores of my skin
>And it smells good
>It drops from my crotch on to the floor
>And with a heavy slap it hits the ground and spreads
>Inside my body the pressure is too great, and like some ancient geyser I erupt
>My head hits the roof and my body breaks apart with the force of the liquid blast
>Vomit bomb
>Chunky shrapnel tears through everything around me
>I am vomit vomiting. I grow and disperse
>Bleeding through walls. I force myself upon others
>I slide up legs and crawl down throats
>I integrate. I am double. Triple. I am ten times the size
>I turn lakes into porridge and buildings into bile
>I am a noxious soup filling valleys with vomit-torrents
>Castles crumble in landslides and I munch the rubble
>It tastes good. Ten thousand times bigger
>I seep into power sockets and travel along the wires
>At the speed of light across vast electrical networks
>I am electric. I am on fire. This is sex
>I am every one and every zero. One million
>I am supercharged flaming puke storming every cell molecule and atom I can find
>I am cancer. I am flying. I am a rainbow unfurling across the sky
>I am floating. I am omni
>Five hundred million
>The world is my interior
>It no longer spins. It is altered. My density forces me outward
>I am in orbit
>One billion. I am Saturn's rings and Jupiter's storms. I am the weather
>I am the sun's heat. I am the night sky
>Five hundred billion. The solar system is puke
>To the Kuiper belt and beyond. I fill the void
>Exploding suns vomit comets. Comets vomit acid rain
>Spilt milk over the milky way
>One trillion. The stars are my cells. Racing faster outwards
>Upwards
>Downwards
>Inwards
>Losing track of my place in the vomit-verse
>Every-nowhere