[Eventually, off in the distance, there echoes a sound that both Crowe and Silence may recognize. No horse's hooves had ever sounded so crisp, so clean, so perfectly... clip-clop-y. Such was the power of the surreal world that Lucas called home. Every so often, there is a dull sort of punting sound, as if a ball had just been kicked rather hard.
...The latter will be explained when a limp zombie flies around a corner, Lucas and the table chasing after to launch it into the air repeatedly.]
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Date: 2011-09-19 09:42 pm (UTC)...The latter will be explained when a limp zombie flies around a corner, Lucas and the table chasing after to launch it into the air repeatedly.]