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(Novel's decursing attempt)
[Thu Oct 31 2024]
In a dark and richly textured master bedroom
This master bedroom revels in a chiaroscuro theme, wrapped in the elegance of monochromatic sophistication. Deep, onyx walls form a striking backdrop, exuding a cocoon-like intimacy that defies the traditional palette of rest. A sculptural light fixture stretches across the ceiling like a modernist chandelier, its golden arms reaching out into the room, showering a constellation of ambient light across the space. Luxurious textures abound; a faux fur throw sprawls across the expansive bed, its tactile richness playing against the sleek, velvet sheen of the duvet.
Beside the stately bed, dark nightstands echo the room's noir ambiance, each crowned with a lamp whose lustrous finish reflects a soft luminescence. The bed itself, an opulent berth of comfort, boasts a commanding headboard in crushed velvet, while the plush cushions suggest an inviting play of comfort and style. Contrasting this are the bold, geometric patterns of the curtains, which frame the view with an architectonic precision, their crisp lines juxtaposing the rooms otherwise sensuous textures.
A black, ornately framed mirror has been hung along one wall.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Novel says "Hey, I need a hand, anyone not busy?"
Novel stares at the wooden necklace that is firmly glued to his palm. He produces an exasperated exhale as he waggles it a bit. "Come the the fuck on." He states, plainly, lounging on the couch he fell asleep on last night. "Why the FUCK does this always happen? I just go, oh, maybe I should check my phone, do some shit, help out a little. BAM. CURSED ITEM GLUED TO YOUR ASS THAT IS GONNA TAZE YOU. Or some other nonsense."
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Novel leaaans way over the artifact, thumbing texts to his boring ass phone and trying to reach people. "E-v-u-l artifact, need... help - oh, see what it says? Okay." And then he leans right down to squint at the wooden bracelet jerks away from his poking and studying at the item and then he's getting flashbanged. "OW! MOTHERFUCKER!" He swears. "That bitch! Fucking - ow!"
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Novel opts to take a photo of the bracelet, a soft 'click' of the phone and a press of the button as he moves to jab fat thumbs to send another text - only to find the item ripped out of his hand, slamming forwards as his jacket yanks up, a subtle CLACK. "Oh for-" And then suddenly there's a SCRAAAAPE as everything else is moved in the room too and he flails aorund as he gets hit in the face with a lamp. "Goddamit! I was gonna scream at you but the neighbors are getting on my case for doing that you little shit!" He gives a baleful glare to the wooden thing wrapped around his wrist.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
Novel starts pushing furniture back in place, putting things back, re-arranging the table and otherwise settling things all back where they belong and then- "Ow, ow, ow, ow," the man hops around, flailing, steam seeping off of his body and reddening marks forming underneath his fingertips where he had a hand wrapped about a metal trivet, dropping it onto the rug with a CLUNK. "FFFFFfffff GOD damn it HELLEBORE, hurry the fuck up with your help!"
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Novel is then dropped straight to shivering, reddened flesh, his whole form prickling with goosebumps as he rubs his shoulders. And then, glaring hatefully at the bracelet still fused to him, he unleashes a torrent of toxicity that could only have been learned either living on a dockyard "FUCK YOU YOU SHITTY ASS EXCUSE OF A TIKI OFFBRAND WOODEN GODDAMN NECKLACE THAT WAS PROBABLY CARVED BECAUSE A FOUR YEAR OLD WAS BORED AND NEEDED A NEW ARTS AND CRAFTS PROJECT TO KEEP THEIR FUCKING KAREN MOM DISTRACTED LONG ENOUGH FROM THE BALEFUL EXISTENCE THAT IS LIFE AS YOU GOT SHOVED AGAINST A FRIDGE WITH A MAGNET UNTIL PEOPLE FORGOT ABOUT YOU AND DUMPED YOU IN THE TRASH EXCEPT YOU WEREN'T IMPORTANT SO NOBODY EVEN NOTICED AND GOT SAD IN COMPARISON TO THE FUUUUUCKING HAND TURKEYS. DECURSE YOU DUMB PIECE OF SHIT."
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden necklace is broken.
Novels Decursing Attempt 241102
(Novel's decursing attempt)
[Thu Oct 31 2024]
In a dark and richly textured master bedroom
This master bedroom revels in a chiaroscuro theme, wrapped in the elegance of monochromatic sophistication. Deep, onyx walls form a striking backdrop, exuding a cocoon-like intimacy that defies the traditional palette of rest. A sculptural light fixture stretches across the ceiling like a modernist chandelier, its golden arms reaching out into the room, showering a constellation of ambient light across the space. Luxurious textures abound; a faux fur throw sprawls across the expansive bed, its tactile richness playing against the sleek, velvet sheen of the duvet.
Beside the stately bed, dark nightstands echo the room's noir ambiance, each crowned with a lamp whose lustrous finish reflects a soft luminescence. The bed itself, an opulent berth of comfort, boasts a commanding headboard in crushed velvet, while the plush cushions suggest an inviting play of comfort and style. Contrasting this are the bold, geometric patterns of the curtains, which frame the view with an architectonic precision, their crisp lines juxtaposing the rooms otherwise sensuous textures.
A black, ornately framed mirror has been hung along one wall.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Novel says "Hey, I need a hand, anyone not busy?"
Novel stares at the wooden necklace that is firmly glued to his palm. He produces an exasperated exhale as he waggles it a bit. "Come the the fuck on." He states, plainly, lounging on the couch he fell asleep on last night. "Why the FUCK does this always happen? I just go, oh, maybe I should check my phone, do some shit, help out a little. BAM. CURSED ITEM GLUED TO YOUR ASS THAT IS GONNA TAZE YOU. Or some other nonsense."
The artifact emits a flash of blinding light.
Novel leaaans way over the artifact, thumbing texts to his boring ass phone and trying to reach people. "E-v-u-l artifact, need... help - oh, see what it says? Okay." And then he leans right down to squint at the wooden bracelet jerks away from his poking and studying at the item and then he's getting flashbanged. "OW! MOTHERFUCKER!" He swears. "That bitch! Fucking - ow!"
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
Novel opts to take a photo of the bracelet, a soft 'click' of the phone and a press of the button as he moves to jab fat thumbs to send another text - only to find the item ripped out of his hand, slamming forwards as his jacket yanks up, a subtle CLACK. "Oh for-" And then suddenly there's a SCRAAAAPE as everything else is moved in the room too and he flails aorund as he gets hit in the face with a lamp. "Goddamit! I was gonna scream at you but the neighbors are getting on my case for doing that you little shit!" He gives a baleful glare to the wooden thing wrapped around his wrist.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
Novel starts pushing furniture back in place, putting things back, re-arranging the table and otherwise settling things all back where they belong and then- "Ow, ow, ow, ow," the man hops around, flailing, steam seeping off of his body and reddening marks forming underneath his fingertips where he had a hand wrapped about a metal trivet, dropping it onto the rug with a CLUNK. "FFFFFfffff GOD damn it HELLEBORE, hurry the fuck up with your help!"
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
Novel is then dropped straight to shivering, reddened flesh, his whole form prickling with goosebumps as he rubs his shoulders. And then, glaring hatefully at the bracelet still fused to him, he unleashes a torrent of toxicity that could only have been learned either living on a dockyard "FUCK YOU YOU SHITTY ASS EXCUSE OF A TIKI OFFBRAND WOODEN GODDAMN NECKLACE THAT WAS PROBABLY CARVED BECAUSE A FOUR YEAR OLD WAS BORED AND NEEDED A NEW ARTS AND CRAFTS PROJECT TO KEEP THEIR FUCKING KAREN MOM DISTRACTED LONG ENOUGH FROM THE BALEFUL EXISTENCE THAT IS LIFE AS YOU GOT SHOVED AGAINST A FRIDGE WITH A MAGNET UNTIL PEOPLE FORGOT ABOUT YOU AND DUMPED YOU IN THE TRASH EXCEPT YOU WEREN'T IMPORTANT SO NOBODY EVEN NOTICED AND GOT SAD IN COMPARISON TO THE FUUUUUCKING HAND TURKEYS. DECURSE YOU DUMB PIECE OF SHIT."
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden necklace is broken.