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Spin the Room
Awash in dream, Aloysius thought he smelled blood. His semiconscious form was tilting back and forth rhythmically, leading to just one addled conclusion. He was on a raft in an ocean of blood. The logic met the approval of his dreaming mind. What an appropriate nightmare for all the recent goings-on. The nicest part of his lizard brain had manufactured bucket after bucket of blood for all the Dustrious that didn’t have any.
Soon he would drown in it, just as they hoped, for the sin of grabbing the sun and putting it in a diamond to keep, suffering nothing worse than a blistered palm. Well on his way to making sense of the tranquil horror, it was interrupted by a falling flake that struck his dozing cheek. Continue reading
Blaine Arcade 