Times of Madness, Sanity of Times Options

[LadySaira]

As a bit of fun I'm doing a little ditty, bityy. A story, mind you. On all of our favorite Daedric Princes! Or Princess. Never really sure on that bit, eh? Well. Should get on with it. Over with it, no, no. On with it was right.

Cheese and Crumpets!

In the happy land of Mania, well, it really isn't all that happy, but that's aside the point! In the land of Mania, then, there was an artist. A mad aritst, mind you, a commonality in the Ilses... or is it? No matter. He was one of many, or few if it was a Sundas, but he had a problem. This problem was quite a serious one, especially with him being a mad artist, in the lands of Sheogorath. He had no insperation! The calamity! The horror! The cheese! No, not the last one, silly. He had painted day in and day out, the former more difficult than the latter as it's harder to paint a dawn than to erase it, but then he stopped. He didn't have an idea in the lands of ideas, oddities and new things. And old things. And the things inbetween.

Now, truth be told, he had started a painting and that was the real trouble. He didn't know how to finish it! Imagine that, not knowing the end of something you started, or the start of something you ended. Like an age! Anyway. He had the most beautful sunset painted, blue, gold, pink, green sparkles. Giant mushrooms of flesh and blackened claws, bright forest and bright little animals dotting the landscape, but in the forefront was a cliff, a cliff that was supposed to have someone standing there. Two someones. A dark elf in a bright green robe, himself, and someone else. There was a perfect hole just where the person was supposed to stand, but who would it be?

He left the city. Or did he enter the forest? Or did he leave the forest and enter the city? Either way, there were trees. Pretty trees, not the old greying bark and green leaves, trees of sparkling red wood and emerald leaves. He walked down a path paved with pretty yellow planks of stone. What are they called? Ah, yes. Bricks. Cooblestones you say? No, no. It was sand. Yes, a nice sandy trail. So he followed this trail along, seeing many mystical creatures, but none inspired him! So he continued to climb a tall, tall hilll. A mountain, even. So he climbed the mountian. Why? Who cares! Well. You care. Else you wouldn't have asked! You didn't? Oh dear. Regardless, he climbed the mountian. It was a nice climb up the mountian very windy, or so I'm told. Wait no, I wasn't told, but it was quite breezy.

So he reached the top of the mountian, and he was happy that the climb was done. For it was a very long climb and the sun was just setting, when another person, a Khajit, no less, clambered up the other side of the hill. "You've just finished my idea!" He exclaimed, or maybe just said loudly. "No, your the finish to my painting!" The Khajit said angrily, or maybe loudly as well. Just then a piece of cheese fell into the Dunmer's hands. The Khajit was less lucky, the cheese had hit him on the head. "No!" Said a quiet voice, though it was very loud as well. Quite happy, too if I say so myself, for it was Shegorath, whose painting they had both finished! Well, my painting too. But we don't talk about that.

[LadySaira]

Lollipop Shunshine

Now, you might've notice that these times of your's. Or thier's, have some very misleading titles. Well. Your wrong! All the titles are simply droplets of truth in your tea. Yes, they are lemon flavoured. No, I don't care wether you really asked if they were lemons, I'm trying to write there! Yes. Lemons are wonderful. But I'm WRITING!

Anyway. Despite what I think lemons should not be silvery. So, the shiny knights of Zyggalag, or Ziggylins, thier very, very, very... dull. Look how boring they are! That's why I ordered the dead ones... painted! Like rainbows and cows. You'll learn to moo, just like the cats did. No, the furry ones this time. So, they were going happily about this, painting all of those plain grey things nice rainbows, and thier nasty crystals too, when it got boring. DEADLY boring. So. The dirt had to do something about that, and had a nice parade of monsters stomp through. It was a vigorous stomping. A few of my little villagers made it alive. Some made it dead.

So. I had some ghosts slay the monsters, it was only fair after all. With the ground cheating. One of the survivors. The alive ones, obviously. Was a kitten. Saira, the little one I had danced with. Jaskill didn't like it. But he is a smart one. I felt bad about her surviving, so I tried to get her with a rock. But the dog from earlier got in the way. Silly doggy. She'll have to be strung back up with the bunny rabbits, then. Blood Golems are messy. No, they are. All smelly and rotting. No, they aren't rotting. Thier daedra, do you think at all?

I was so happy. I gave them all candy. Nice candy straight from the cows. The poor little cows. Thier moo's were so pretty.

A bit bored, and felt like writing. This isn't as good as the second one, I think, and not even close to the first one, which made the most sense while being still insane. Oh well. Hope it manages to amuse you, at least.