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Couch Kitties: MOLOCH!
Been awhile since I fired up the gas grill, and when Norma Bates Kitteh saw this large black object puffing out smoke on the patio, she was too nonplussed to go Outside on the usual route, opting to sidle out along the back wall and giving the patio a wide berth.
At the time, I was rereading
EOCostello's "8100 Years" story: https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery.....rs-of-Solitude
And, well, the "Metropolis"-inspired gag sort of suggested itself...
(For the record, Norma does like BBQ chicken, in small servings.)
Zeph ©
Sharra. Tali and the kittehs © me.
http://couchkitties.smackjeeves.com
At the time, I was rereading
EOCostello's "8100 Years" story: https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery.....rs-of-SolitudeAnd, well, the "Metropolis"-inspired gag sort of suggested itself...
(For the record, Norma does like BBQ chicken, in small servings.)
Zeph ©
Sharra. Tali and the kittehs © me.http://couchkitties.smackjeeves.com
Category Artwork (Digital) / Comics
Species Housecat
Size 1200 x 409px
File Size 64.5 kB
Listed in Folders
I think this is the story segment that Mitch had in mind - the whole episode is at http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14589372/:
There was a machine in place, a massive one that was nearly four furs tall. Through it rushed the massive underground river that I imagined was the source of life for the village. It seemed to be boiling-hot, for it gave off massive clouds of steam that nearly obscured the frantic activity on the face of the machine.
There were dozens of furs at each level, and they were frantically moving back and forth in unison, manipulating some mysterious levers and dials at each turn. Whether they were dressed in black, or merely filthy, I had no idea. I didn't get that close. Which, in the final analysis, was very lucky for me.
One of the furs seemed to stagger, and then slid down to his knees. Even with what appeared to be his final efforts, he couldn't continue operating whatever he was operating. He reached, but his paw grasped only air. None of his companions helped him. It was possible that they were so consumed by their own frantic activity that they didn't even notice.
In any event, something happened because that fur was not able to tend to his machine. The high-pitched whining increased, and the gears and levers of the machine worked faster than ever, with their helpless tenders being forced to move in unison.
Acting on a premonition, I backed away, and cowered in the shelter of stone pillar. Which was quite lucky for me, since at that moment, with a massive blast of steam, noise and flying metal, part of the massive machine failed.
Some furs went flying through the air, and others began to howl as the steam boiled them alive. But many continued to work on their part of the machine, even as one part of it opened up like a screaming mouth with fiery eyes.
Members of the Dark Watch began to come at the double, kicking and shoving workers back to their posts even as a few femmes began to shout incantations to close the massive maw ripped from the Netherhells, with its tongue of fire.
As I crouched, mesmerized by the horrific sight, I heard a hoarse whisper from beside me.
The wolfess was by turns frightened, disgusted and appalled. It's amazing how much you can compact into just one word.
"MOLOCH!"
There was a machine in place, a massive one that was nearly four furs tall. Through it rushed the massive underground river that I imagined was the source of life for the village. It seemed to be boiling-hot, for it gave off massive clouds of steam that nearly obscured the frantic activity on the face of the machine.
There were dozens of furs at each level, and they were frantically moving back and forth in unison, manipulating some mysterious levers and dials at each turn. Whether they were dressed in black, or merely filthy, I had no idea. I didn't get that close. Which, in the final analysis, was very lucky for me.
One of the furs seemed to stagger, and then slid down to his knees. Even with what appeared to be his final efforts, he couldn't continue operating whatever he was operating. He reached, but his paw grasped only air. None of his companions helped him. It was possible that they were so consumed by their own frantic activity that they didn't even notice.
In any event, something happened because that fur was not able to tend to his machine. The high-pitched whining increased, and the gears and levers of the machine worked faster than ever, with their helpless tenders being forced to move in unison.
Acting on a premonition, I backed away, and cowered in the shelter of stone pillar. Which was quite lucky for me, since at that moment, with a massive blast of steam, noise and flying metal, part of the massive machine failed.
Some furs went flying through the air, and others began to howl as the steam boiled them alive. But many continued to work on their part of the machine, even as one part of it opened up like a screaming mouth with fiery eyes.
Members of the Dark Watch began to come at the double, kicking and shoving workers back to their posts even as a few femmes began to shout incantations to close the massive maw ripped from the Netherhells, with its tongue of fire.
As I crouched, mesmerized by the horrific sight, I heard a hoarse whisper from beside me.
The wolfess was by turns frightened, disgusted and appalled. It's amazing how much you can compact into just one word.
"MOLOCH!"
Foolish kitty. You do not eat Moloch, you eat what was put in Moloch. (Well, a facsimile of Moloch, being that Rabbinical tradition depicts him as represented by a bronze statue heated by fire that sacrifices were thrown into. The grill would have been "Moloch" -- which suggests a brand name...)
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