Reblog if you’re ready for the zombies
~Roses are red, Violets are blue. If chased by Zombies,I won’t trip you.
~Screw relationships,all I need is a partner in the Zombie Apocalypse<3
…..Are You ready?
She’s a mean and crazy dita disco diva.And you wonder who’s that chick? Too cold for you to keep her,too hot for you to leave her.Who’s that chick? I don’t really care,I just wanna dance<3
Wabbajack.
Little boys shouldn’t summon up the forces of eternal darkness unless they have an adult supervising. I know,I know. But on that sunny night on the 5th of the First Seed, I didn’t want an adult. I wanted Hermaeus Mora, the Daedra of knowledge,learning,gums,and varnishes. You see, I was told by a large breasted man,who lived under the library in my home town that the 5th of First Seed was Hermaeas Mora’s night.And if I wanted the Oghma Infinium,the book of Knowledge,I had to summon him.When your the new King of Solitude,every bit of knowledge helps. Normally,you need a witches coven or a Mage’s Guild or at least matching pillow cases and sheets to invoke a Prince of Oblivion.The man under the library showed me how to do it myself.He told me to wait until the storm was at it’s height before shaving the cat. I’ve forgotten the rest of the ceremony.It doesn’t matter. Someone appeared who I thought was Hermaeus Mora.The only thing that made me somewhat suspicious of Hermaeus Mora,from what I read,was a big,blobby mutli-eyed clawed monstrosity,and this guy looked like a waistcoated banker.Also,he kept calling himself Sheogorath,not Hermaeus Mora. Still,I was so happy to have successfully summoned Hermaeus Mora,these inconsistencies did not bother me. He had me do somethings that didn’t make any sense to me (beyond the mortal scope,breadth,and ken,I suppose) and then his servant happily gave me something called the Wabbajack. Wabbajack. Wabbajack. Wabbajack.
Wabbajack. Wabbajack. Wabbajack.
Wabbajack. Wabbajack. Wabbajack.
Maybe the Wabbajack is the Book of Knowledge.
Maybe I’m smarter because I know that cats can be bats can be rats can be can be hats can be gnats can be thats can be thises. And that doors can be boars can be snores can be floors can be roars can be spores can be yours can be mine.
I must be smart, for the interconnective system is very clear to me.Then why,or wherefore do people keep calling me mad?
Wabbajack. Wabbajack. Wabbajack.
<3
The Fork Of Horripilation~ “Sing for Big Head.The Fork for Big Head. Oh, where has Master put the Fork? It sings alone. Far from home. Sad, sad Fork. Sad, sad Big-Head.The Fork! The precious, precious fork! Hear how it sings to Big-Head! Beautiful, perfect Fork of Horripilation! But it is gone. Gone, gone, gone. No more singing. No more ringing. Taken from Big-Head, never returned. That is when Big-Head came here. Master brought me! Whispered shouts into my ear! Songs of Madgods! Songs of bad gods! Softly, Master. Softly.It went away. But it will come back! It always comes back! It is close. Big-Head can hear it! The Fork of Horripilation! Hear it singing! Songs of home! It comes again. It brings presents! It is not present. Soon it will be! You will find it! Bring the Fork! Hear the music. Music of toads. Music of roads! Sing to yourself, so all can hear!Talk to the beggar! Talk to Bolwing! He knows secrets, but no one can hear them. No one but Big Head. Take Big Head’s charm! Listen to Bolwing! His tongue is tied, but his mind is unraveled! He’ll tell you the secret. Who has the Fork?”
You bring the Fork! Happy day! The blind shall see! The lame shall walk! The short shall tall! Forks for all!” - Big Head,Bliss
