Fornits
Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => Straight, Inc. and Derivatives => Topic started by: starry-eyed pirate on September 22, 2005, 01:17:00 PM
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A scene from "Conan the Barbarian" by L. Sprague De Camp and Lin Carter:
"A red sun glared down upon a scene of desolation. A level plain of chalky soil, as white as new fallen snow, stretched away in all directions. Above the ground like sheeted ghosts, waves of heat danced a dance of death, shimmering in the motionless air; while from the barren soil, the traveller-had any ventured along this trackless waste-would have found his natural repugnance reinforced by the metallic smell of unfamilliar compounds.
Above this stark wasteland towered the Tree of Woe, a twisted, black monstrosity, with leafless branches clawing at the sky. Once, perhaps, it had been a noble shade tree, gentle to man and beast. Now it was a gaunt and spiny skeleton, a thing of evil.
High on the black trunk hung Conan the Barbarian"(-whose village had been massacred when he was jus' a boy. After his village was destroyed and his parents killed before his eyes he was sold into slavery and forced to learn the savage art of the pit fighter to survive.-) "His naked body bore a powdering of chalk dust and dried blood, through which runnels of sweat carved their way. His tangled hair fell ropelike around his battered face, a cracked and sunburnt mask in which only the eyes lived. They were the angry, burning eyes of a trapped and dying beast
Ropes tightly bound, confined his arms to a pair of widespread boughs. Other ropes held his legs and thighs firmly against the rough bark of the tree. Cruel as were these thongs, far crueler were the pair of slender nails, whose square cut heads pinioned the palms of his hands to the branches against which his arms were bound.
How many hours had passed since Dooms' guards had inflicted this savage punishment upon him, Conan did not know. His mind was numbed by pain; his periods of rational consciousness intermittent. Thirst tormented him without respite; and the relentless rays of the sun tore at his burning flesh. Nothing broke the monotony of agony save the shadows of vultures, drifting on lazy wings against the merciless sun, as they waited for him to die and furnish them a feast. These birds of prey seemed to be the only other living creatures in all the chalky waste...."
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Quit avoiding yourself through thes druggie fantasies. I know you were into this sort of image in your past, but you need to focus on your drug problem now.