Torundel the Shitposter! part XV
XV
Torundel was annoyed. The count and his scholars had done as they were supposed to – in a fashion. Torundel would have preferred it: old fashion. In the days of the Sang warriors, when the world was shaped anew after the Gededon – the fall of nature – every new shitpost was brought to the public's attention through circulated letters and gossip. The shitposts were then read aloud in the art salons and academies, and finally they came to the theaters were common people would flock to listen to shitposts recited by actors.
Now he could read it in the papers.
It made the front page every time a new shitpost was published. The editors found reason for endless analysis of writing styles and guesses on the combatant's identity. Uranumsia was a practical person, and she now sent each new answer directly to the papers with cut out letters glued onto the epistle.
She didn't clean anymore; most of the time she was reading in his library or sitting in the kitchen with him, writing the next shitpost. He didn't mind any of that. He even enjoyed seeing her peacefully asleep on the couch in the reading room, a book on her bosom.
But, he'd noticed a new smell on her.
Torundel was annoyed.
This amazing story is written by me! and will be continued!
Written using the following rules:
211 words - Starting with the word Torundel - First and last sentence are identical.
Previous episodes:
Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
Part V
Part VI
Part VII
Part VIII
Part IX
Part X
Part XI
Part XII
Part XII
Part XIV
She needs a shower?
A world run on shitposts. We redefine shitposts with this serial shitpost writing. I've even had a dream about shitposting. What else is there to do? Combat by anonymous shitpost is a strategy that is as good as any, I suppose.
Would it be possible for me to use that page break image at the bottom of this story? I've seen that some of the others are using it.
Sure you can use it. My Katharsisdrill project is all about sharing <- You can read about ot here.