Elixir? Is that the game where everyone's poisoned and the winner is the person who finds the bottle with the antidote?
There were trees growing in all around, dustily and dry-leaved in the westering glare. But high on the facing wall were metal letters in a round lowercase font that read apollo, and of course my thoughts jumped to a derelict shrine: not Olympian Apollo, the far-shooter with the silver bow, the lyre-player and the master of the chorus, but Apollo Loxias, the god aslant, whispering out of the dark fates and futures that only in hindsight align themselves into sense.
Interesting. I love how much character is invested in your description. And it sounds like a good place to sell Marvin Acme's Disappearing/Reappearing Ink.
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Elixir? Is that the game where everyone's poisoned and the winner is the person who finds the bottle with the antidote?
There were trees growing in all around, dustily and dry-leaved in the westering glare. But high on the facing wall were metal letters in a round lowercase font that read apollo, and of course my thoughts jumped to a derelict shrine: not Olympian Apollo, the far-shooter with the silver bow, the lyre-player and the master of the chorus, but Apollo Loxias, the god aslant, whispering out of the dark fates and futures that only in hindsight align themselves into sense.
Interesting. I love how much character is invested in your description. And it sounds like a good place to sell Marvin Acme's Disappearing/Reappearing Ink.