So I decided to make a shitpost on Steem. After all I am still a user and can do what ever I want. This time the Whales can't hurt me, the community can't frown upon me. They can all downvote me and I wouldn't give a shit. Because... I am leaving.
So I started writing and what happens... I write a story that is not half bad. I mean... at least it is not shit, which is exactly the problem: It is as shitty as shitposts go - defying the very idea of shitposting. Shitting on shitposting. I can't even do that properly. The shitpost crumbles between my fingers like an ancient piece of camel faeces hidden in the Egyptian desert for decades, and then from that it grows into a small sapling of story essense risng from the dung.
Shit!
So now I might have to double post, but from the wrong direction so to speak. From Steem to Hive. So here it is the little story:
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Torundel was tired of shit! His wife had finally moved into the manor house of her lover, Count B, but she still came and prepared supper for him. Poor Torundel. He looked down at the hamma seed and chuck breasts in a thick, white sauce and started to eat. He was hungry after all. Hadn't eaten since morning.
‘You wont believe what B bought me!’ his wife chattered.
‘I believe you,’ he said with his mouth full of hamma.
‘A cup! But not an ordinary cup! A cup made for an empress, thousands of years ago! I think… I think it was called… Houngrump!’ Her face radiated the deepest concentration trying to pronounce the difficult word.
‘Hungrump dynasty. 3466 to 3606,’ Torundel muttered while trying to avoid spilling white gravy on his purple dress. "An extraordinary period in human history. Not one of the five Emperors was a bad ruler! Sadly Numsegodt III had his head cut off by barbarians and then everything was back to its normal, shitty self with chaos and corruption.’
‘Count B is simply such a lovely darling! He treats me like I was a real lady, and I only have to give him access to my other hole once a day!’
Torundel was tired of shit!
Problem is that now I have started I feel I have to go on. What is going on in Torundel's life? where is he? what world is he on? I am terrible when it comes to such things - I can't let my imagination rest. Or probably the other way around. My imagination is annoying like shit. This is the reason I considered posting this to the world building community... But now I have chosen to try the Ink Well of Curie instead.
