Florence Twofoot

Albion

10/5/2023 9:57pm

It was clear the haunted dolls didn't want to be fixed.

They made that very clear.

Rather to succumb to a life of fear, hiding in the shadows of the disused corners of the Albion, living on candied waffles, I decided to put my knowledge of anatomy to use. Originally, this was just a strategy to keep from going mad. Something to occupy my mind in my waking hours, utilizing what was left of my higher executive function.

I began a project. Using the great store of spare haunted doll parts curated by old @Adam Sol, I set out to build the largest haunted doll I could. Claiming a disused cargo hold, I constructed a massive work table, and procured a few great winches from the mechanical room and a number of power tools.

And I presented Adam Sol with my blueprints.

Albion

9/19/2022 11:26pm

I'm supposed to be the medic on board this ship, but keeping these Haunted Doll bosses in working order is a losing battle.

"Maaa-ma! Maaaaa-ma!"

I find them piled in corners, or wandering the decks. There's one at the helm sitting upright but its eyes won't open. It calls plaintively across the silent bridge.

"Maaa-maaa. Maaa-maaaa"

"You just sit tight, little broken haunted doll," I say. "You just relax while I lift open this eyelid and take a peek inside... ARRRRAGH!!!!!"

There's no eye within, and its head is filled with spiders.

"HA HA! HA HA! HA HA!"

All the haunted dolls laugh.