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The butts were screaming, and loudly they wailed in their shrill and colon-deep flapping sounds. Emily tried to withstand the butts, yet the blasts were so numerous. It was as if sound and wind had dawned a new force of stenchiness. She coughed and gagged, and gulped in the vile sprays of air. Hope was leaving her, and the butts reared back with thunderous roars that boomed over the trees and sang the strange ritual of sacrifice. Invisible clouds of rich and putrid soil seemed to thicken all about her, stunting her movement, and she begged in her mind for respite from the sulfurous Hell she endured, but, like endless blaring trumpets that might drive anyone to the edge of madness and back, the butts never relented. The deafening sounds and repugnant stench, and the occasional spill of brown, overwhelmed Elmily, and by the crack of dawn she would be brave no more.

"The butts were triumphant that day," he said as he looked on the valley under the stretched rays of sunset. He idly played with himself. I'm not sure he was even aware of it. An air swept over the balcony, and in it the faintest waft of an ancient stench made Dornemydorienhe grimace and turn away from the valley.

"We have not forgotten, nor will we ever forget her noble sacrifice. But, the world belongs to the butts, now. Our time has ended." He stood on the balcony's edge. Below, the butts, clad in cloth and denim raiments, thrashed upon the doors, and down the path hundreds upon hundreds more hid totally the cobbled road from view. Some turned upward as he balanced on the railing of the balcony, rope slipping from his hand.

He stepped into the open air and fell out of sight. The rope stiffened, and peace befell the valley for one brief moment before the butts cheered their war cries at the death of the final heir to the Lomenoma dynasty. That hellish racket, never being one whole sounds, but always the millions of slapping cheeks in vicious unison.

I sank to the cold wood of the balcony floor. What would not be enough that I could feel nothing the dread of death as they crashed through the doors below and the screams of war and violence hurried echoing through the halls and rooms, but that I must smell it's approach left me stupified until at last they were upon me.

>>8300972

>>6457084
>Ivan
>Jon
>Russia
>Snow

>>6262493

>>6095269

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