[Mkguild] New MK Story!

[Chris]

Ok. This whole discussion is starting to get smelly and ugly. I have
been chatting with people about this and the idea of the ten foot tall
towers for the wagons does sound a bit too far fetched. I propose we go
with a mix of things. For one we do the Roman method of public toilets
which are basically just seats with a hole in them that dumps right down
into the sewers or cesspit. Private latrines which are just deep holes
with a seat over them in a persons back yard. (Try not to put it too
close to the well). And there is the old stand by of a chamber pot.


Comments? Suggestions?


   Chris
   The MK controller




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[mailto:mkguild-bounces at lists.integral.org] On Behalf Of Michael Bard
Sent: Wednesday, July 30, 2008 3:11 PM
To: mkguild at lists.integral.org
Subject: [Mkguild] New MK Story!

Given recent developments in the Metamor background, I may abandon
Yvarra,
but there is an entirely unmined vein of stories using the Latest
Technological Metamorian Innovations!

Early Morning Pressures

Rythel had made sure to get up damn early, even before the first watch
was
over.  If the moon hadn't been near full, he'd have needed a damn
lantern to
find his way, although, his nose would probably have been enough.

And yet, even now, as the sun rose above the mountains, its rich golden
light shining down in glorious radiance across the awakening buildings
of
Metamor; the scattered Latrine Towers wobbling above the streets; the
reconstruction just starting to wake back to life as the damage from
Winter
Assault continued to be repaired, Rythel was stuck in line.

So much for getting up early.

As his tail wagged and he shuffled uneasily from paw to paw, he had to
admit
that getting up so early had helped a bit.  There were only two in front
of
him, plus whoever was up in the tower.  Already there were ten behind
him.
He had to look at them to identify them -- the rich warm omnipresent
/odour/
of the half full wagon underneath was the /only/ thing he could smell
around
the tower.  It was like being blind!

Rythel just hoped the Dung-Monger was late -- he could already see
another
fifteen people making their way into line and hear the distant
*clopclop* as
horses ambled in place as they were harnessed to the wagon under the
next
tower over.  He hoped--

His ears flicked as the dribble of waste liquid inside the tower faded
to a
couple of drops and then ended.  There were some sounds from within the
tower, and the door creaked open.  An eight year old girl started
climbing
down the ladder.  "Next!" she cheerfully called out, as she walked past
the
growing line, waving at them, a huge grin on her face.

Rythel had to concentrate to keep from clawing her eyes out.

Hurry up-- hurry up--

He wasn't the only one hopping from paw to paw.

The Duke /really/ needed to build more of these things.  Or, Rythel
needed
to move into the keep proper.  But then, there was a line up for that.
And-- and with the damn municipal ordinance /keeping the public areas
clean/, and the-- over enthusiastic enforcement--

Rythel turned away as a squad of Metamor Watch tromped by dragging a
white
rat with some kind of handmark on his face up towards the keep.  "But I
just
couldn't hold it!" the mouse screamed to the uncaring guards.

Come on-- come on--

The tower creaked alarmingly and Rythel spun back around and stared.
You'd
think the /watch/, he almost spat on the street, would actually guard
the
lines against people budding in.  And yes, it had happened.  A freaking
/elephant/ morph.  Wasn't there a subsection about those above a certain
weight being restricted to the stone towers?  It was odd that there
hadn't
been much argument when the elephant had shoved his way to the front,
but
then he had a heavy axe, a desperate feral gleam in his eyes, and
probably
outweighed the entire line, now well over thirty long.

Rythel couldn't really blame the two in front of him, but--

Eli, let them only need Number One!

With growing horror, Rythel watched the elephant slowly climb the
groaning
ladder, and then force himself through the doorway.  He had a /bad/
feeling
about this.  A very /bad/ feeling--

The door didn't fully close, and Rythel could see the entire tower
wobbling.
There was an ear piercing *thump* from the tower, the sound of the
elephant
sitting down.  And then the rain of Number Two started, as the tower
began
wobbling more and more.  Grunts echoed from inside, punctuated by the
falling *splatplattersplutch* of globs of-- of-- /fertilizer/ from the
elephant.

Rythel turned to start walking briskly away from the pending disaster.

"I can't take it anymore!" somebody behind him screamed, and Rythel
stared
at a growing damp spot in the trousers as the odour of embarrassment
managed
to sneak by the omnipresent manure.  The poor victim's ears were beat
red.
He turned and fled.

Rythel joined him, holding his member, trying to keep his need in.

Behind him wood popped and creaked and groaned.  Something snapped, a
long
tearing sound that seemed to take much longer than it had to.  More wood
shattered.

"It's coming down!" somebody screamed.

The long line broke and turned to flee, looking like a long wave
shattering
as it crashed onto rocks.

Rythel started to run, not noticing the growing stain in his trousers.

A sound trumpeted from the top of the tower as waste continued to rain
down,
now missing the wagon and splutching on the road.  One of the primary
supports had surrendered in a shower of shards and splinters.

Rythel hadn't run nearly far enough when the trumpeting elephant
splatted
into the wagon, spraying day old waste all over the fleeing crowd.

Including Rythel.

That was when he swore he'd move out into the country and start a farm.
Lutins /couldn't/ be as bad as this!

END


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