04-19-2019, 09:12 PM
It is a miracle, and Karst is sharing it for three days non-stop by now. I thought it was only fair to share this story, as you might find it just as interesting as you should.
Karst, a little austrian gnome with a liking for little animals, wanted to get some groceries. After all, the shifty-eyed hobby drunk with his passionate opinions on america and israel needs the ingedients for his soups. Little did Karst know when he left the safe fortress that is his home, something miraculous would happen very soon. On the way to his favourite shops, the pink-favouring visionary was daydreaming while taking in his surroundings as his randomly spotted a leek in the corner of his vision. A leek! It just lay there on the sidewalk. Karst was surprised. He was confused. He was suspicious. Who would place a leek there? Did someone forget their leek on a sidewalk? Or was this an elaborate trap? As leader of ALG, Karst was used to people conspirating against him and his trash faction. But would people really go as far as to ambush him in his little austrian sanctuary?
Multiple scenarios were simulated in the infinite space between his ears, and expecting the worst while hoping for the best, Karst found himself concluding that the most reasonable solution to this tricky situation was to ignore the leek - for now! He had his plans, bigger than those of the Core. Which is not hard, given that they only pretend to have plans. In a fabulous attempt to fool any possible opponents, the dryad-obsessed Austin Powers double entered the shop, doing his groceries, luring everyone into believing he would not take the bait, the leek.
Having successfully made his new aquisitions, being fully prepared to cook a fine meal the moment he would arrive the refugium that was his home, the smart dreamer and CAU8 collector once more passed by the leek. Nobody had come to pick it up. Remaining suspicious about it, Karst thought back at his plan. It was one perspective to expect the worst. But maybe, so the morian escapist thought, maybe this was a godsent. Maybe this was fate. Was Karst supposed, destined, to receive the leek? How could he know?
Karst realized there was only one way to find out. He approached the leek, and reached out for it. Bystanders described it like this:
Karst picked up the leek and his professional but needy eyes scanned it for any hints of a conspiracy. He had lost Aland. Would he lose this soup as well!? But this time, everything would be different. Not finding the evil he expected, Karst let the leek slide into his grocery bag. It was a fine leek.
Arriving at his home, Karst wasted no time, as he was known for it: Not a time waster. He stepped into the kitchen, the place where only true men can survive, and prepared himself to do a god's work. His knife was as sharp as his intellect, his senses focused like his mighty stream of pee after a bottle of wine. The air was mixing with the scents of his selected ingredients and the musky aroma of his steeled body. Women even kilometers away began to feel aroused, and his dog Jackson pooped in the garden. The water was boiling, steam moistening the air as Karst's work culminated into a climax of delicious soup. Anticipation filling his entire (which is not much) body, Karst sat down at the wooden table.
Time had come. Taking his trusty spoon, the man of culture scooped up some soup and lead it to his mouth. And then Karst joined the voice chat and told everyone that the leek was alright, the soup not bad, but even three days later, he still shared the story of his leek. And Mephistoles opened up a beer, listening to him in excitement, or alcohol-induced delirium.
Karst, a little austrian gnome with a liking for little animals, wanted to get some groceries. After all, the shifty-eyed hobby drunk with his passionate opinions on america and israel needs the ingedients for his soups. Little did Karst know when he left the safe fortress that is his home, something miraculous would happen very soon. On the way to his favourite shops, the pink-favouring visionary was daydreaming while taking in his surroundings as his randomly spotted a leek in the corner of his vision. A leek! It just lay there on the sidewalk. Karst was surprised. He was confused. He was suspicious. Who would place a leek there? Did someone forget their leek on a sidewalk? Or was this an elaborate trap? As leader of ALG, Karst was used to people conspirating against him and his trash faction. But would people really go as far as to ambush him in his little austrian sanctuary?
Multiple scenarios were simulated in the infinite space between his ears, and expecting the worst while hoping for the best, Karst found himself concluding that the most reasonable solution to this tricky situation was to ignore the leek - for now! He had his plans, bigger than those of the Core. Which is not hard, given that they only pretend to have plans. In a fabulous attempt to fool any possible opponents, the dryad-obsessed Austin Powers double entered the shop, doing his groceries, luring everyone into believing he would not take the bait, the leek.
Having successfully made his new aquisitions, being fully prepared to cook a fine meal the moment he would arrive the refugium that was his home, the smart dreamer and CAU8 collector once more passed by the leek. Nobody had come to pick it up. Remaining suspicious about it, Karst thought back at his plan. It was one perspective to expect the worst. But maybe, so the morian escapist thought, maybe this was a godsent. Maybe this was fate. Was Karst supposed, destined, to receive the leek? How could he know?
Karst realized there was only one way to find out. He approached the leek, and reached out for it. Bystanders described it like this:
Karst picked up the leek and his professional but needy eyes scanned it for any hints of a conspiracy. He had lost Aland. Would he lose this soup as well!? But this time, everything would be different. Not finding the evil he expected, Karst let the leek slide into his grocery bag. It was a fine leek.
Arriving at his home, Karst wasted no time, as he was known for it: Not a time waster. He stepped into the kitchen, the place where only true men can survive, and prepared himself to do a god's work. His knife was as sharp as his intellect, his senses focused like his mighty stream of pee after a bottle of wine. The air was mixing with the scents of his selected ingredients and the musky aroma of his steeled body. Women even kilometers away began to feel aroused, and his dog Jackson pooped in the garden. The water was boiling, steam moistening the air as Karst's work culminated into a climax of delicious soup. Anticipation filling his entire (which is not much) body, Karst sat down at the wooden table.
Time had come. Taking his trusty spoon, the man of culture scooped up some soup and lead it to his mouth. And then Karst joined the voice chat and told everyone that the leek was alright, the soup not bad, but even three days later, he still shared the story of his leek. And Mephistoles opened up a beer, listening to him in excitement, or alcohol-induced delirium.