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Revision as of 06:33, 2 June 2024
Out of the Sausage Tube Into The Shadow was written by someone attempting to escape their life.
This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.
Properties
Books
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
Price: 14 gp 
UID
BOOK_UNI_SCL_DeliciouslyNumbUUID
75640de3-3fd3-4e3c-85bf-08be6fb8655e
Where to find
- Carried by a skeleton at Ruined BattlefieldX: 132 Y: 70
Text
Shadow creature transformation is like this: I am standing in a tunnel with one way leading into light and the other leading into darkness. The tunnel glistens and stinks like a tube of rancid sausage. Everything slick with slime. I've got to get out of here. I know I do.
But which way? Light or dark? Not day and night.
The light is coming from the face of my grandfather, who used to squeeze my knee under the dining table with his bony fingers. His wizened, grinning face is the face life wears. It has flayed off his face and is wearing it now, lantern bright, in the light at that end of the tunnel.
The dark though. The dark is absolute. No faces there. No old family trouble there. No bad dreams or memories there, well, well that's decided then isn't it!
Sauntering now, striding now, running into the velvety black, embraced, bones snapping, body softening, silking, feeling the change, old life left behind, new life new me let's go yippee!