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A Series of Unfortunate Deaths

Day 001| February 15th:

[ All had been well until Liam woke in the middle of a spice field. Even without seeing, he could smell the rich scent of ~~excrement~~ priceless spice all around him. Indeed, he fell to his hands and knees in it after a few stumbling steps, grasping at the green sand and with a dazed look in his eyes.

And then it came. A giant monolith of pure, tough hide. A sandworm. Which conveniently crashed into Liam and ate him whole.

Good bye Liam! ]

Day 002 | February 16th:

[ He awoke from the darkness, feeling decidedly masticated but whole. Touching himself, he could discern no injuries, strange as that was. This, dear boys and girls was Liam's first exposure to City death, but, sadly, as the sun began to rise and dark creatures scuttled across the sands, Liam was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Before he had but a moment to breath, he was confronted by a giant beast! He had no time, even as he grasped at his mirror to activate his contract, another scorpion appeared, flashing out with its tail and severing Liam's spine.

Breakfast was served. ]

Day 003: February 17th:

[ Liam was prepared for them this time. He was wedged between a rock and a hard place, well out of range of the scorpion tails; they shall not defeat him! But alas, he should have picked a more fortuitous hiding place. It was the golden eyes gleaming in the depths of the crevasse that made him second guess his choice. Scrambling back out, running into the depths of the desert, Liam could only shoot wildly behind him. But they gained, and cackling, they pounced, tearing him apart.

The hyenas had caught their prey. ]

Day 004: February 18th:

[ Liam had had it with death! Hardly a moment to check the network, dying before the sun was barely risen, he would show them! Tying a white handkerchief to his head with his cravat, he mustered on, into the depths of the desert, gun at the ready. Bring it on, creatures of the desert! He will survive!

Except, all that death does something to man. He was nigh on parched and weak with hunger. By midday, he was collapsed on the sand with only a lone buzzard circling above him, waiting to pick his bones. ]

Day 005: February 19th:

[ He could nigh on weep with his fill of death! But he soldiered on. Striking in the opposite direction this time, he hoped for the best. If he died, he would just repeat this all in the morning. But alas, despite his joy, a pair of nomadic Bedouins appeared out of nowhere, cajoling, calling, cackling. Liam did the one thing he could. He pretended to be dead. He was good at it by now.

Alas, the Bedouins had other ideas in store for him. ]

Day 006: February 19th:

[ the video feed clicks on, looking grainy and spotty, no voice discernible except for a few words to those in the Glass City. To those in the City of Sand, his voice comes over loud and clear, hesitant, shy, and full of awkwardness as his face flashes into view, hidden behind a gold and white veil. The rest of him is just as dramatically garbed as well. ]

Ah, I... don't suppose someone would be able to offer me a loan? It appears I cannot leave without paying ransom first. I can barter a pouch full of spice in exchange for the help, or, if you prefer to wait, I do have some savings in the city...

[ he cringed as he moved, little cymbals ringing all along his outfit. Yes, the Bedouins mistook Liam for a girl after his awakening in their tents. Would you not as well if at the mere sight of men you fainted? But, yes, our dear Liam is in a pickle and could use some ~~mocking~~ help. Please, before it's too late (and he ends up married to some chieftain's prince)! ]

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[ poor Elliot is dead. ]

Uh... a day, I think.

[ it's a little hard to tell and he was passed out for a while there... ]

[ and they've already gotten liam all dressed up like that? damn. ]

Were they out of suitable clothing for you?

[ meanwhile, sliding past this rock, peeking out--damn, is that a worm? gonna have to be very careful about this... ]

[ What? It doesn't suit him? ]

Suitable...

Oh. [ he tugs at his collar. ] I'm afraid they may have mistaken me for someone else.

[ ......well. the colors of the veil do? they go quite nicely with liam's hair! ]

Like who?

[ okay, elliot! time to sneak past that snoozing worm. tiny steps, don't be loud YOU CAN DO THIS ]

[ he coughs gently, averting his eyes from the screen which is perhaps why he'll miss Elliot's inevitable demise. ]

I'm afraid they think I am a woman. Was it the gloves?

What?!

[ --and then he clamps a hand over his mouth because WORM. but it is too late!

the worm has been disturbed from it's peaceful slumber, and now it seeks vengeance. ]

Damn it!

[ and full speed ahead goes elliot, dashing across the sand in a streak of black and white ]

[ OH GOD. IT WAS AFTER ELLIOT TOO ]

No, don't run! That's how they sense you!

[ he watches, with horror and then... ] Quick! Climb on some rocks!

Why didn't you tell me earlier?!

[ and does elliot nightray look like a coward to you?? he's not running from that sandworm ~~yet~~! ]

What's the best way to kill one of these?

You can't! They're far too big! [ huge, in fact. He was standing in their litter box and no end in sight for miles just the other day. ]

[ too late!! somehow elliot has still managed to retain his sword over the past few days and he's going to whip it out now and point it threateningly at the quickly approaching sandworm. ]

I see your camp! I'll be there in a few minutes!

[ except...he won't.... ]

[ he falls to his knees, sobbing quietly so as not to distract. ]

Good luck... Elliot. [ he clutches at his chest, wishing, perhaps foolishly, that he had pearls. ]

[ perhaps when the worm is finished digesting Elliot's flesh, his bones can be polished and used as pearls

it's a pointless battle, really. it takes all of three seconds for the worm to approach, dive towards Elliot, and cleanly chomp his head from his body, which falls to the ground, useless, and begins to dissolve in a sizzling poor of acid.

goodbye, fair elliot. we knew you well. ]

[ Oh God. Oh no!

Not fair Elliot! ]

[ Who will amuse Break with pointless challenges to a duel? Who will forget to hang up their socks? Who else will remember the toilet seat stays down when not in use?! ]

[ Liam sobs, renting his chest at the senseless misery of it all, a cry welling his throat that bursts forth! ]

NOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooo

Elliot... Elliot, how could you? [ sniff ]

[ he collapses to the ground, spent and weeping ]

[ And then... and then...! ]

[ Liam remembered something. Death, was but a fleeting fancy in this land of the sand. He would be prepared. He would wait. He would mourn and hope for the ~~second~~ third coming of Elliot. ]

[ All, would be right with the world. ]

[ Tomorrow. ]

[ so many apologies, gilbert. it seems elliot won't be able to attend your wedding after all. :( ]

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