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leggeteconme · 4 years ago

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Obscure Insults Masterpost

Procrastination and an intriguing email from Merriam Webster led me to scrounge everywhere I could think of for amusing and obscure insults, and here we are. I will 100% be using these in everyday life.

Please add to this! I would love to learn more fun words, from any language!

Abydocomist - a liar who brags about their lies

Balatronic - a buffoon

Bayard - one that is self-confident through ignorance; one firmly equipped with blind assurance

Bedswerver - an adulterer

Bespawler - a slobbering person, who spits when he talks

Bobolyne - a fool

Cachinnator - one who laughs loudly and immoderately

Clodpate - one with a thick head

Cockalorum - a boastful and self-important person; a strutting little fellow

Cumberworld - a worthless person or thing; one that cumbers the world

Dalcop - a particularly stupid person

Dew-beater - a clumsy or awkward person

Dizzard - an idiot

Doddypoll - one with an excessively round head

Dorbel - a nincompoop, or a petty, nit-picking teacher

Drate-poke - one who drawls or speaks indistinctly

Driggle-draggle - an untidy woman

Dunderwhelp - a blockhead

Fopdoodle - an insignificant or foolish man

Funker - one who subjects others to tobacco smoke

Fustylugs - a woman of gross or corpulent habit

Fustilarian - one who stubbornly wastes time on worthless things

Gillie-wet-foot - a swindling businessman, or one who gets into debt and then flees

Gnashgab - one who only ever seems to complain

Gobermouch - a nosy, prying person

Gowpenful-o’-anything - one who is a medley of everything absurd

Greasehorn - a sycophant

Hobbledehoy - an awkward, gawky young man

Huff-snuff - a fierce, bullying person; a conceited fellow who gives himself airs, and is quick to take offense; one who scoffs loudly at others, but remains entirely oblivious to his own misdeeds

Jehu - a reckless drive

Jobbernowl - a dum-dum or a dum-dum’s head

Kibitzer - one who looks on and often offers unwanted advice or comment

Klazomaniac - one who only seems able to speak by shouting

Leasing-monger - a habitual liar

Lickspittle - a sycophant

Loiter-sack - a slacker

Lubberwort - a lethargic, fuzzy-minded person

Merry-andrew - a clown

Mooncalf - a foolish or absent-minded person

Muck-spout - one who talks a lot, and who seems to constantly swear

Mumblecrust - a toothless beggar

Mumpsimus - a stubborn person who insists on making an error in spite of being shown that it is wrong

Niddy-noddy - a slow person

Ninnyhammer - an idiot

Nod-crafty - one given to nodding their head with an air of great wisdom that they don’t actually have

Pettifogger - a lawyer whose methods are underhanded or disreputable

Pickthank - a sycophant

Pillock - a very stupid or foolish person

Puzzlehead - a confused person

Quisby - one who shirks from work or lazes around

Raggabrash - a disorganized or grubby person

Rakefire - a visitor who outstays their welcome

Roiderbanks - one who lives beyond their means, or seems to spend extravagantly

Saddle-goose - an imbecile

Scobberlotcher - one who never works hard

Scogginistic - a dangerous buffoon

Skelpie-limmer - a badly-behaved child

Slumguzzler - one who engages in deceptive or fraudulent behavior

Smellfeast - one who turns up uninvited at a meal or party and expects to be fed

Smellfungus - an excessively faultfinding person

Smollygoster - an unprincipled but shrewd person

Snoutband - one who constantly interrupts a conversation, typically only to contradict or correct someone else

Sorner - one who unappreciatively lives off other people

Stampcrab - a heavy-footed, clumsy person

Stookie - a dummy

Stymphalist - one who smells just as unpleasant as the mythical Stymphalian birds’ guano

Sumph - an idiot

Tallowcatch - a gross person; a barrel of fat

Throttlebottom - an incompetent holder of a public office

Toadeater - a sycophant

Ultracrepidarian - one who is presumptuous and offers advice or opinions beyond one’s sphere of knowledge

Wandought - a weak and ineffectual man; an impotent

Whiffle-whaffle - an indecisive, time-wasting ditherer

Whillywha - a sycophant

Yaldson - a whoreson

Zoilus - a bitter and usually enviously carping critic

#academia #dark academia #chaotic academia

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harry-leroy · 6 years ago

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Multiples of 5 for Edgar! :)

Hi! Thank you so much for this ask - it’s my boy :) Thank you, Claire!

I’m using the Edgar from my project to answer these, if that’s alright with you! (although I could probably back up a lot of these through the original play - not all of them, but a lot of them) - (And I’m still trying to figure him out completely, - and I think these follow - but if there are contradictions, I apologize). Thank you again for your patience!

And- I’ll tag @suits-of-woe (so you can see this one as well!)

5) Cleanliness habits? (personal, workspace, etc.)

He’s an absolute mess, though it’s not something that he’s always aware of. He strikes me as somewhat of a hoarder, because he’s afraid that he’s going to forget something, or lose something that he will need later. In other words, he doesn’t like to let things go, so he lets them pile up and weigh on the space he’s in. The best word would be disorganized, I think. It’s parallel in his own head as well. There’s always background noise. Things are where they shouldn’t be. If everything has a place (or as the old saying goes), Edgar might know that, but he doesn’t always have a place to put things, though to let them go isn’t an option either. When he’s hiding in Edmund’s room, he would probably be surprised that there’s room to walk freely, instead of books and clothes being piled up on the floor.

10) Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Edgar gets a thrill from being in control, and he’s not sure if he likes it, or even if it’s right. When he and Edmund were little, whenever they fought over a toy, it was usually Edmund who’d wrestle it out of his hands. Edgar probably learned to accept that he was the weaker one (physically anyway), but it stopped bothering him - until Edmund said that dad was coming to kill him. Control is his idée fixe in The Edgar Project, because being outside of court, it became something he could explore, and he does it primarily through disguise in King Lear, but in The Edgar Project, he wants to manipulate the memories, make them turn out how he feels that they should have. And it’s done with brute force, something that he’s suppressed essentially his whole life. Though, we find that he can’t win a wrestling match with the gods, or with fate, or with anything that’s already passed. Does he recognize that he’s playing this wrestling match as desperately as he is? No.

15) Biggest and smallest short term goal:

His smallest short term goal is to get these memories out of his head. Or to change them at least, to make them, in any way, less awful than how they really were lived the first time. But like the wheel, everything comes back full circle, and it absolutely crushes him. He also wants us to recognize that he isn’t mad. Half of the time, he is quite aware that he has an audience that he can command, the other half, he thinks of himself as being totally alone and powerless.

His biggest short term goal is to achieve some sort of victory from this, some learning experience. He’s taking the gods by the arm and attempting to throw them over his shoulder, and drag them like he did Edmund. This power is the fiend that bites not only his back, but the backs of all. It’s also a continuous competition, and he has to lose it.

20) Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

So how I’ve got it set up right now because I said that I would take some fictional liberties with Edgar and Edmund’s childhood (and I’m still tweaking this project, so bear with me): Edgar’s mother (who I have not named) died of madness and grief when she found out that Gloucester had been disloyal, but the descent was slow and painful. She loved Edgar though, and protected him fiercely even though she was in no position to take care of him. It probably left Edgar a somewhat sickly (and timid) child, but he is in no way weaker than his brother. He’s had a strength in him all along, he just avoided the violence bit for so long that he wasn’t ready when he needed to be. (That went on a tangent, but that’s where I’m at for now).

25) How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t want to know. Edgar’s very much a “live in the moment” kind of guy, but not in a carpe diem sense, but the present is the only thing he can focus on (or for the Edgar Project, this focus becomes a control of the past), or else it’s too much. All that he can hope for is that things don’t get any worse, but he knows, following that trajectory of King Lear, that they can and they will. He looks at Albany as king and aches for what put him there, and he’s not able to let go of it. Ultimately, to him, as much as he might want to manipulate that too, there’s a slight awareness that he can’t control what will happen next. He can only hope and pray.

30) Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster?

If we’re using the death example, it really only makes him hauntingly aware of his own mortality, to the point that he starts to echo Tom again. And that scares him, deeply. At one point, he too will fall and hit those last acts of the mortal play, though he doesn’t want to acknowledge it. He’s afraid of what’s beyond death, or if there’s anything beyond death. The walls of reality could come crashing down at any minute and the thought of non-existence terrifies him. Life might be one heck of a fever dream that comes to no point, and it just cycles on and on and on….

(It is why he cannot bring himself to fall in love, or to want to play anything but the child, or to totally claim the crown - it’d be moving the wheel forward, and Edgar wants to keep it back as long as possible.)

35) What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

Revelry. It makes him feel idle, dull. He gets no satisfaction from it after the fact, and it’s an indulgence he kicks himself for. Although he’s a “companion of the riotous knights”, he’d much rather be spending time alone in the small, pressured spaces he’s designed for himself. He thinks hiding himself will come to some sort of end where he doesn’t have to face the wheel, but time moves on mercilessly and without answer.

40) Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

Like L.E.A.R.’s Edmund, my Edgar has a bit of both in him as well.

This superiority complex comes in that he is young and rather austere (in comparison to Edmund, Goneril, Regan, or any of his knight friends). He’s not in any danger of the consequences of old age… yet. There’s something almost Caesarian about him in his ability to play his youth to his advantage. He’s able in body, and in mind he likes to think of himself as wise. I think he’s seen his brother as somewhat immature, doing things he shouldn’t be, although it makes him totally suited for the world they’re living in.

Yet these things become his downfall. Edgar’s refusal to acknowledge and adapt to the world allows it to pin him into a corner and drive him to his wit’s end. It allows Edmund’s initial victory. He also knows himself to be below these higher powers, whatever they are, but we find him testing the waters a bit in The Edgar Project, because he was able to achieve victory in the original play, so he comes back for Round 2. The control he’s learned to wield in the original play is tested and stripped from him in my play. So how much is he really winning?

45) Superstition or views on the occult?

He thinks astronomy/astrology is silly. But there is some silent presence out there, constantly screaming at him, pushing him around, he just doesn’t know what it is. There is no life after death. For Edgar, this is the promised end. He would rather suffer through Hell fifty times over than become nothing. It’s what he believes to be right as much as it makes him uncomfortable. Edgar’s philosophy probably borders on absurdist, to sum it up a little better - though he’s really struggling on the quest for meaning, so he might even be nihilistic.

50) Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

Terrified. Absolutely terrified, if you weren’t getting that vibe from this whole post. If everyone is to die at some point or another, that becomes the problem. We’re all powerless to stop it. Our existences ultimately become nothing, so what’s the point in claiming that power if you’re going to lose it? It’s why we see his many, many challenges to the inevitable. They’re foolish, but they’re desperate. They’re all competitions that he’s losing. It’s why he retreats to his mind for the entirety of the play, or why he shuts himself up in his room, why he likes his disguises so much. He doesn’t like the idea of Edgar vs. the elements. He has to have the upper hand in some way. He doesn’t want to “let corpulation thrive”, it gives the gods more pawns to play with and eventually throw into oblivion.

#thank you so much for this ask!#i love talking about our gloucester boys #it's our boys #i still need to toy around with edmund's character #so i thank you for getting me jump-started #edgar #the edgar project #king lear #shakespeare #but also not shakespeare #because i'm making edgar my bitch now #hehehehe #princess of france

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eurovial-blog · 5 years ago

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Consum minim, randament maxim!

Becurile economice si becurile led reprezinta cea mai buna alternativa pentru iluminatul locuintei, chiar daca la inceput aceste becuri au fost folosite pentru iluminatul public, astazi durata de viata si energia economisita ne dau posibilitatea sa schimbam toate becurile din casa, chiar sa recuperam investitia in timp si sa ne bucuram de un iluminat de calitatate, foarte prietenos cu mediul si corpul uman. Becurile economice pot fi utilizate si la exterior, dar trebuiesc protejate imptriva prafului, si a conditiilor meteo cu ajutorul corpurilor de iluminat. Pentru a va putea bucura de un iluminat potrivit alegeti becuri economice sau becuri led.

Principiul dupa care functiioneaza becurile economice este in felul urmator: energia consumata incalzeste gazul din interiorul serpentinelor sau bulbului de sticla, iar acesta devine incandescent si emite lumina. Becurile economice au consumuri mult mai scazute de energie (pana la 80%) si o durata de viata semnificativ mai mare decat un becurile incandescente (5.000 – 15.000 ore fata de 1.000 ore).

In cazul in care un bec economic se sparge trebuie sa urmati un protocol: incaperea trebuie aerisita cateva ore, cioburile se curata de pe podea cu carpe umede si in nici un caz nu se foloseste aspiratorul, peria sau matura, pentru s-ar imprastia si mai mult in aer particule periculoase pentru sanatate.

#becuri economice #becuri led

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wispisstillverybored67 · 2 years ago

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Prelude To Disaster

It happened all too quickly. We were just gonna leave our camping trip to go back home. I was busy poking at what remained of a cherry pie, the girls were either figuring out how to head home, or helping Mar pack up. Slowly but surely, Wild’s car would be filled with whatever useless junk Mar had either brought or now had. What a dumbass! Little did he, or any of us, know what would be our downfall. I would’ve liked for a bit of foresight, but now I realize that foresight to anything is boring, but if you know how it goes out, sabotage it to get the ending you want. None of us knew what we were getting ourselves into.

Miro still didn’t trust cars, so Celeste was trying to strap her on top of the car so she wouldn’t fall off. Of course, she could simply trail behind us, she could fly after all. But whatever. Wild was busy warming up her car since the ride might be cold, it’s still winter after all. Shen-Yun was attempting to squeeze in one last marshmallow before she’d have to put out the fire, looking depressed. Key term being attempting. Moon was… uh… Actually, I don’t know where she wandered off either. Split was trying to convince Mar to sell her stuff so she can pawn it off somewhere else, or something. While the Myce Iles make a fun camping spot, the spores there are barely anything worth fiddling with. Of course I still had swiped a few samples, because why not?

“Hurry up! We’re all waiting for you!” Wild called from over there.

Seriously? You couldn’t at least poke me out of a daydream? Oh whatever…

I headed inside, and yeah, she was right. Hmph. Oh well, time to leave.

…Is what I would’ve liked to say, but she hasn’t hit the gas. In fact, she was just gripping the steering wheel. Her feet weren’t even on the gas pedal. And she was smiling like she just lost her sanity, eyes closed and all.

“Uh… We can leave now,” I said, confused.

Nothing came up. Yet, of course.

“Are you deaf or somethin’? She said we could get going.” Celeste complains.

“Yeah! I know! I know!” She said pretty quicky, not moving a muscle not named her hands and arms. She was… vibrating a little.

Moon started poking her from the middle. “Hellooooooo?”, she’d say, and then quickened her face-poking. “Yoo-hoo? Yooooooooo-hooooooo.”

This continued for a few minutes. And then…

*krrrr-poohm!*

The steering wheel was conked out of the car. It slipped up from her tight-ass grip, then landed on the hood. We all stared at her, she was still smiling like a psychopath.

“What did you just do?” Shen-yun breaks the silence.

I look to her side. Her phone was tossed over, which is weird. I thought it was in her pocket, but I guess not.

“She got a hate comment on her fan-fiction, that’s what,” I responded, phone in hand. All this over a damn fic? You can just block the commenter, but nooooo, she just had to break the steering wheel with her bare hands. Weak!

The whole car broke out in a chorus of “Awww…” or “Aw man…” or “Come on!”. I don’t blame them one bit. Now, I WILL admit that fixing cars is one of the few things I’m not good at, but you really think I’ll let them know?

I went outside. Mar followed suit. Pop went the hood.

“You got any ideas?” He asked, picking up the steering wheel.

“Yeah I got it. Just need to re-attach it to the uh… thing,” Though I was curious on what’s inside since it sort of slammed onto it and fell.

Ok… so far so good…

“Ooooo, what’s this?” I reached for an odd wire that caught my eye. And then…

*bomph! ka-djargh*

“Oops.”

Now there was a chorus of “Dammit Silver!” In my defense, we should’ve just walked.

Everyone filed out of the car, now looking pained or out of place. What could we do now? There’s no signal out here to call anyone, and the only phone that also uses gigs in place of wi-fi was in need of charging. Wild would never lend the others her phone, so that’s out of the question. And none of us could get very far to look for a civilization, the nearest town was, what, 50 miles from here? No thanks.

“Nice goin’, ‘Child Prodigy’” Celeste is the first to complain, as she occasionally does. Though it would’ve stung a bit more if she just hadn’t used my title. Blegh, oh well.

“Don’t mind that clumsy. Now what?” Miro poked in, looking to one way while lounging on a large mushroom.

“Beats me. This place is filled with numbing spores. No one wants to live up here,” I was right, of course.

No one wants to live up here.

I walked up to her. She had somehow yanked one of our (can’t remember who’s) spyglasses.

“Do you seriously think you’ll find something here? It’s no-man's land, I tell ya.” She (of course) didn’t listen. She just focused in the thing farther, wanting to find someone else.

“You know, a little birdie told me that there was something hidden here, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what. We’ll find help, don’t worry.” She finally spoke up.

“Is this like the time you knew for a fact that belladonna weren’t poisonous, then some of us got hospitalized for a week because they’re not poisonous to Fæ?”

“Hmm? I dunno what you’re talking about~”

Blegh. Classic Fæ.

*tck* *kaa-shng!*

Finally,

The fun stuff has begun.

“Yo, what was that?” I headed to the direction of the noise, south-west. There, the others were already scattered over there. Celeste was waving her cane, but not in her usual “weirdo-yelling-at-cloud” waving. What’s up with her?

“Celeste… Who’s that?” asked a mildly terrified Mar.

A snare trap? Two unconscious, blue-skinned (although one of them is green) teenagers(?)? Neither of which we’ve heard of before, conveniently popping up when we were trying to figure out what to do? Hahahaha~ This already got exhilarating.

“Hmph,” She lightly pokes the two once with her cane, each. “Set up a couple a’ traps. When those set off, I cut ‘em up. First time someone’s been dumb enough to get caught in ‘em though.”

Wait, traps for hunting? How? There’s no animal in 15 mi- Oh.

“So THAT’S why we had fresh meat for days! Wow. That’s pretty smart!” Only-chef Moon chirps.

It wasn’t. Either that was the last of the fauna, or they’ve scared away. But I didn’t say anything. I was more interested in our… “guests”. Why? Think about it. No one lives here, no one in their sane mind would. And yet, look what our ol’ Celeste found? Blue-skinned (again, one of them is green) men (if they can be considered that, for all I could’ve known), right there on the rope. This would be the research opportunity of a LIFETIME! And here they are… Just delicately out cold, laid out right in front of me like a cold platter. Could you blame me for wanting to indulge? No. Not at all. Less talk-y more indulge-y!

I walked on ahead. Then, I had sat either on top of them, or grossly close to them, I can’t remember.

“Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm… What nice little boys we have here! What shall we do with them~?” I said, already revved up.

“Do NOT,” Mar already knows what’s gonna happen. What a nice friend!

“Cut their leg muscles off. That’ll have ‘em weeping,” Split remarked, flashing my knife in her fingers. She just read my mind. Oh, how fun!

“Hahahaha~ Their legs are already tied up all good… Go wake them up,” Moon immediately left to go get some salt. You may be saying to yourself “But Silver? Salt doesn’t wake up the unconscious, doesn’t it?” Yes. You’d be right. She thought that salts=smelling salts. It’s crazy, but…

“Okay, I got the stuff. Waaaakeeeeyyy-waaaakeeeeeyyy!” She said when she returned, now she was sprinkling salt over their noses.

Nothing happened yet. Of course.

“I don’t get it. Doesn’t salt wake up people?” She sounded dejected.

“Moon, smelling salts ≠ table salt.” I was a little exasperated.

“Oh right. I forgot.”

Sure enough, her idea was so crazy, it worked! Sort of. Mar had tried to convince us a little earlier before that the teens were actually dead, to keep me away from them. Hah! As if! After the salt went on, I had pulled one of each’s hands up, and they slammed down way too quickly. What an idiot~ I think I like them already. Hahahahaha!

“Oh shit!” Mar shouted. Dammit, now you’re gonna scare them away!

Sure enough, the two of them realized that they couldn’t play dead anymore. It’s time to wake up. Let’s hope they don’t fight back, it’s boring if they fight back.

“Shove it!” I positioned myself a little farther, then faced them again. Body 2 inches away, face front. “Mooooooorrrrrnin’, Sleepyheads! You’re finally up!” I said.

The green one, who woke up a little later, just mouthed out “What the…”. The blue one was another story. Quickly, he (attempted to) shove(d) me out of the way, and shielded the other one with his body.

“G-get away from him! Don’t pull anything! If you don’t, I’m gonna…” he hissed out.

“Do whaaaaaaattt…? I just cocked my head to the side.

“For your own sake, don’t you dare touch him!” I see… he’s a protective friend… At least I think they’re friends. I wish I could experience that. It sounds so nice.

“For my owwwwnnnn sake…? You don’t know what’s good for you…” Don’t tempt me, ginger. I’m trying to make this easier for you. For your sake, don’t tell me you don’t want to hurt me!

“What the hell is going on h-” the other one finally spoke. I’d be confused too.

“For your information, you were dumb enough to get caught in a snare-trap. Ya weren’t my target, but you’re also the only other people here. Now, speak: who are you, and what is your business, you two?” Celeste began to pry.

The green one simply refused.

“As if we have to answer ourselves to surface mortals,” he looked to us again, “Especially to those such as you.”

“Well, aren’t you crabby! But you misunderstood. I’m not a mortal.” I corrected him.

“Did I ask for specifics? No. I don’t have to answer to banogara!” Huh, that’s weird. The chip should’a translated that last word.

“Don’t start, now!” the other yelled at him.

I shoved a finger in my ear. Split handed me my knife. Now we play the ransom game!

“Ahahahaha! You’re a feisty one! *talking creepily slow* Mmm… I can tell you have a tight bond. *licks blade of knife* So how ‘bout a bargain? I’ll let you free… of harm… if you just answer my questions. It’s a very simple bargain…” Of course, it doesn’t just work that way now, doesn’t it?

“Hmph!”

“*talking weirdly fast* Ya know I’ve wondered what a person tastes like in soup~” Were you wondering what the knife was for? Perfect threats, of course!

Oh, stop looking at me like that, you know I was just kidding.

“Stop, put the knife down!” Moon spoke up in tandem with the ginger.

“May I remind you that I’m trying to help you?!” That made the two of us confused. Well said, green!

“What?! Well… alright. But you only get one, okay?” We finally came to an agreement.

“What’s your names?” Shen-Yun NO! You’re supposed to ask them where they came from! Not their names!

The ginger spoke up as I untangled their legs. He pointed to himself, then his friend.

“I’m uh, Carp. The asshole is Levin.” Who names their kid after a fish? Oh well!

“‘Asshole’? YOU’RE too naive.” Levin complained to him directly, then walked away.

“A bargain is a bargain. You have your freedom.” Immediately after I spoke, he headed after his friend.

And then suddenly, out of the blue…

*ka-fwiish!*

“OW!”

Levin was now facing us. His hand was stuck out, smoke was pouring out of it. His face was pure focus and killing intent. A delightful scowl, no doubt.

Then he took off. Carp followed suit.

“Oh NOW it’s on! Come on! After ‘im!” I shouted, taking off.

“Coward! Stop running away!” First was Wild.

“Heyyyyy! Wait uuuuuppp!” Then came Shen-Yun.

“Wheeeee! This sounds fun!” Next was Miro, with skewed priorities.

“Gah! Wait up, dammit!” Here came Celeste.

“This is gonna hurt a lil’... WAIIIIIITT SILVY!!!” And next was Moon.

“What the?! Put me down already!” And a surprisingly conscious Mar.

We (well, airquotes we, Split stayed behind for some reason) ran after them like hell. They went everywhere: first to the northwest, then to the tiniest ‘shrooms southeast of that, around the car back in a circle a few times, and then we made our way to a ridge. Sometime along the way, everyone else gave up, and I was the only one left running at the two.

Then it hit me: why the ridge? It’s gonna kill them if they jump. Doesn’t it seem counterintuitive to jump? No one could survive that jump.

And then something else hit me later on: they weren’t even human.

I finally caught up to them, turns out football tackling your target isn’t so bad.

“What the?! *plegh*” Did he just do that?!

Blegh! I’ve been vomited on! Why the hell did it smell like rabbit pellets? Weird!

I dropped down. By the time I wiped it all off with my sleeve, they were gone. What a waste!

“Heh…? Where’d you two go?” I checked over the ridge. Apart from the faint sound of “I thought this was the right place! We’ll find a way!” or “Wrong spot, dumbass!” every trace of our “guests” was gone.

Dejected, I headed back to the car.

*10 minutes later…*

“What happened that caused you to have blue stains on your sleeves?” Even though Mar was annoyed, he just couldn’t hide the concern in his voice.

“That Carp dipshit vomited on me… *grumbles*” I was… less ticked off then I should be, I’ll admit.

“But enough about me. Did you guys find anything useful?”

“Nothin’ at all. Did you not see us give up halfway through the run?” Celeste retorts.

“Really…? *facepalm* Nande ya nen!” I shoved a finger in my ear. Is the chip broken? Seriously?

Moon and Mar looked at the others confused. Wild simply translated it for them.

I flopped down on the ground. Somehow, it bounced, like you’re sitting on a spring mattress. How weird. But it’s probably just my imagination, riiiiiiiiiight?

“Um… Silvy? What was that?” Moon asked, noticing the bounce.

Miro went on ahead. She looked like she was gonna say something.

“Oomph! Hey! It really is bouncy!” she called to the others, excitedly.

I got up, then she followed suit. The others all walked to the bouncy patch, looking confused.

“Sooooo… What’s it?” Split was not impressed.

“Yeah, I mean, the ground is usually solid, right?”

“Yes, you’d be right. But there’s something under there. A ceiling, I mean.” I responded. She looked like she was about to jump, but when I said that, she got off.

“You know what that means, right?” I grinned smugly at Mar, who was mouthing out “Don’t you fucking dare-”

“...We’re directly above an unstable tomb?” Shen-Yun peeped quietly. Celeste rolled her eyes, already sensing what I was getting at.

“Close. But no. This patch of suspended-bridge ground is directly dividing us between what’s underground. And this leads to…”

“...An underground city?” Wild’s tone was blank, but I could see the flash in her eyes as plain as day.

“Correct. Now the only thing we have to do is get down there. Does anyone know how we cheese our way down?”

“Uh… We’ll just… dig our way down! Yeah. Let’s do that!” Moon reaches for shovels in the car trunk, and hands them out to most of us. This may take a while…

*14 minutes later*

After what felt like an eternity of digging on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on… the hole is revealed. Whatever was left just caved out. Or something.

“Whoa… Y…You don’t think this has something to do with those folks, right?” Ever the cautious Mar trying to make sense of what doesn’t make sense.

“It has to be. People don’t just commit suicide after giving their names, don’t they? Well… if there’s people down there like you think, maybe we can get them to help us get home.”

“Nah. They ain’t gonna be that nice, if they’re all like that Levin… But this crazy shit you pulled… If you wanted to go down there, I wouldn’t say no.” Celeste said, an intrigued angle tinged her voice.

“That’s the spirit, Celly! Well, I know I’m all packed!” Unusual for someone as chipper and optimistic(ly childish) as Moon, she pulled out a gigantic bag filled with whatever she keeps in there. Miro just gave her a smaller briefcase. Where’d she get that?

Shen-Yun, who has been missing for the past 5 minutes, comes back with a backpack of nonsense stuffed inside. Split came next, holding a toolkit. Mar, who already had some luggage on hand, was mostly questioning the other’s heavy packing, and was nosing The Hole.

“This isn’t a vacation…” he said.

“Yet you’re also curious on the underground… Hahahaha!” I also eyed The Hole. All I had to bring was my phone, a charger, a book and a few other tools.

Soon, we were looking inside The Hole. I can feel goosebumps shooting from my legs. Something’s coming up here… I can feel it! This is gonna be so good. It’s like opening up a box of chocolates. The anticipation is killing me. Someone get shoved inside The Hole already!

I don’t exactly remember who went in first, just that I went last. Someone DID get shoved in though like I hoped. Between someone shouting “Cannonball!” and me, that was that.

We were met by a gigantic stairway, sure it was wooden, but it was also blue, conveniently enough. There was a light at the top, the stairs appeared at times to be stretching to eternity... Oh well! Just some light cardio.

And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for… The thing I’ve been waiting to say all day since I’ve started telling you about our antics…

Welcome to the underground!

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