Jairus Starvald
Eidoloclast
Port Destravago.
It wasn’t actually called Destravago, would have been far too classy for the particular brand of filth that comes ‘round here every minute passed. Ya got your regular schuttas that are always high on this stim or that glitter, the passersby that only care about the next pleasure in life, all mixed together with duracrete mixture of the heavy-top guys that like to pretend they are the doms- when in reality they are definitely subs in every meaning of the word.
Naw, can’t say I have ever digged the scene of Destravago City, its hidden away, a city within an asteroid, and the asteroid casually flittered with its brethren on a random spot in deep space. A place for the rogues, scoundrels and rapists to come together and unionize their trade, nah, can’t say I ever felt at home here.
It’s too on the nose, too much a travesty of the litter-trade and it makes me weep for humanity. ‘Cause it’s when we lose the ability to be subtle about things, we lose a core princip. of what it means to be a reasonable human being.
Anyway, I am just bloviating here, trying to fill up the space and time. Sitting here in the corner of one of the regular bars, Creepin’ Woods, not sure what genius decided to call it that, but a name’s a name.
Was drinking some bubbling drivel that passed for a drink here, while trying to amass enough creep to stand up and visit the bathroom here- had the distinct feel that it had rats, the big ones that could swallow ya up in one bite, and ain’t keen on figuring that one out up close.
So I kept sitting, was a slow night anyway.
Port Destravago, not its real name, but the real stuff would get ya too much power over the place. Ain’t keen on discovering that one either.
[member="Trenchcoat Man"]
It wasn’t actually called Destravago, would have been far too classy for the particular brand of filth that comes ‘round here every minute passed. Ya got your regular schuttas that are always high on this stim or that glitter, the passersby that only care about the next pleasure in life, all mixed together with duracrete mixture of the heavy-top guys that like to pretend they are the doms- when in reality they are definitely subs in every meaning of the word.
Naw, can’t say I have ever digged the scene of Destravago City, its hidden away, a city within an asteroid, and the asteroid casually flittered with its brethren on a random spot in deep space. A place for the rogues, scoundrels and rapists to come together and unionize their trade, nah, can’t say I ever felt at home here.
It’s too on the nose, too much a travesty of the litter-trade and it makes me weep for humanity. ‘Cause it’s when we lose the ability to be subtle about things, we lose a core princip. of what it means to be a reasonable human being.
Anyway, I am just bloviating here, trying to fill up the space and time. Sitting here in the corner of one of the regular bars, Creepin’ Woods, not sure what genius decided to call it that, but a name’s a name.
Was drinking some bubbling drivel that passed for a drink here, while trying to amass enough creep to stand up and visit the bathroom here- had the distinct feel that it had rats, the big ones that could swallow ya up in one bite, and ain’t keen on figuring that one out up close.
So I kept sitting, was a slow night anyway.
Port Destravago, not its real name, but the real stuff would get ya too much power over the place. Ain’t keen on discovering that one either.
[member="Trenchcoat Man"]