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Vexing Vexillography:
The flag: The Unknown, butter knife, War, and Certainty
On a field of red (#fb8072)
Bordered in grey (#CCCCCC)


Deal 1369: Dark passages

I’ve Little use for a knife in a sock, especially with nearly all the threats handled. Of course, one never knows what might leap out from a dark corner. This castle is a large, dark, and mysterious place. And it doesn’t approve of visitors.

People who wander around here go missing. It is that sort of place.

Weapons aren’t going to be useful. What I really need are tools.

Unfortunately it is nearly impossible to make any sort of useful tools out of a butter knife.

And also unfortunately, the kitchens in this giant hunk of rock are not automated.


Deal 1366: Eyes on the storm

The eyes watched. There are always eyes. The eyes are never there when I try to point them out, but I know they are there. Watching. Judging. Commanding.

The dark approached. It wasn’t the ordinary sort of darkness that attends night’s fall. No, it was a far more tangible sort of darkness.

A darkness that portends.

I’m not sure what it portends. But it looks like the sort of thing that must portend something.

The eyes agree.

They wink. And nod, subtly.

And somehow, I know what must be done.

And possibly even have the strength to do what must be done.

The eyes are jealous of anything else that might be as dark and opaque as they are. I’m not saying that right, I rarely succeed when I try to put what the eyes tell me into words.

It doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that the great darkness must not reach here.

The eyes say so.

And with their will behind me, it passes harmlessly.

And I may return to my quiet, peaceful worship of the eyes.

The watch me. And judge. And find me worthy.