"You hear that, mate? That moaning, shrieking, whistling, sighing? You'll hear that a lot here in Pandemonium. Matter of fact, you can't really get away from it. At first, the constant sound of the wind plays tricks with a sods' minds, makin' 'em angry, or depressed, or hysterical, or one after the other. After a while, though, you'll get used to it. 'Course, there are those who say the only way you get used to the wind is by goin' completely sodding barmy. Now, Clurston an' I, we've been here long enough, we don't even notice the wind anymore unless we're specifically listening for it. Who's Clurston? He's the basher standing right next to me; who do you think he is? What do you mean you don't see him? He's a seven-foot walking elephant shrew; he's kind of hard to miss, ain't he? Hey, don't get sore at me, berk. It's easy to get sore here. That's just the wind gettin' into your head. You'll get used to it."
sovandar holds up a spork as he and Java delve through the maddening, shrieking depths of Pandemonium. With the worst behind them, they tumble to the next portal on their tour of the planes.
Kudos to the amazing
tatiilange!
sovandar holds up a spork as he and Java delve through the maddening, shrieking depths of Pandemonium. With the worst behind them, they tumble to the next portal on their tour of the planes.Kudos to the amazing
tatiilange!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Reptilian (Other)
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