Manga Mobile - The Resources Review
(Free adaptation of Guillaume Chardon's comic strip.In memory of a friendship, started twenty-six years ago.))
The monster.
A boy's seven and a half boy, lips stained, repainted with blackcurrant jam was crying bitterly in the middle of the tall grass.He had just dropped his toast over an anthill and looked at the insects climbing the crumb of bread and getting bogged down in the puddles of jelly.His distraction prevented him from seeing the giant religious mantis who was approaching.She was green and her yellow abdomen covered with a thick satin breastplate.It was the height of a quetsche tree (since the sound wants it)).The boy had hair in ears and lustrous in Gomina, blonde.When he saw the insect, terrified, he threw a acute cry.- Mom! Supreme irony that this filial cry launched just before death!Sublime maternal attachment!Subtle last word!
The child hid the eyes of the arms.The insect's paw descended into a slowdown, mowed the grass in the ground and cut the child in two.The religious mantis lowered her plastic body, the back of the body erected towards the sky and mandibles shredded the prey, cisailla and crochet the toddler in the grass.
The mother thought he heard a suspicious water flow, a curious noise of pierced gutter.His white beam house was located at the bottom of a snowy collar.She called the child, and went to find her.Bypassed the west wing, she found herself in front of the beast that pivoted her neck with an automatic movement.She uttered a cry of horror: son!to which a rooster replied distant.The creature spread her crab legs and threw herself on the woman, which she grabbed by the shoulder and as in the chisel, cut her arm.It was the first time in this country, that a monster was detected.
Presentation of heroes.
Two kilometers from the carnage, a large stone house is planted like a refuge, the curtains are fired on large bay windows which overlook a pond.The light asparagus the shiny stones that seem to sweat.The door of the house is open, the air circulates in the rooms and refreshes three occupants who lying on the ground discuss to know how to occupy their afternoon.Among them is a young girl in navy blue skirt.It wears varnished shoes and pink socks, as well as a dapper yellow t-shirt on which Vitamin C is written.She has round eyes of a metallic turquoise color, the cheekbones are firm and pointed, and the mouth in moon crescent lets see white teeth, aligned like the bricks of a wall.She is lying on her stomach, her head in her hands and looks in front of her, an insect struggling in a spider web.The other two characters are adolescents, the first bears jeans and basketball -like sports shoes, with a whirlwind for logo, it is lying on the side and its head touches the ground, it has a very colorful shirt with drawings ofGeometric, and asymmetrical stained glass, where the reds, blacks and oranges dominate.The second boy is extended on his back, he chews a straw, planted in a bottle of bubble syrup that he has just finished.He seems to be bored seriously.He says he addresses the girl: - Hey, Kokuri, my powers of shaman deteriorate in this region without wave.- I know, I know, Puppisar, but I don't know what to do.She replies after sitting in lotus on the sofa.- We should resume training and put our combat outfits.Said the second young man, who is named onetai.- Yeah.
Kokuri takes off her t-shirt which she throws carefully on the ground, she opens the zip of her skirt and walks in panties.Her breasts are the size of the melon in May, they have the consistency of the grape Chasselas.The two boys have turned naked and begin to put on their special combination.Kokuri takes in a drawer his equipment, a tight green miniskirt and a mini-chop tight with blue stripes, grayed with streaks.She has some difficulty passing her head and the blouse in rubbery matters tears her hair.Once put on, the garment is over the body without letting a air bubble pass, it has the lack of flattening the chest, because it is really tight.She makes warm-up movements, lifts her leg high, sends punches to the void, then grabs under the bed her pair of boots that goes back to mid-mollet.In contact with the skin, the boots have retracted to come and marry the rows of the hocks.- Excellent these thermo-formulated boots.She said before going out in a pirouette that makes the two boys exclaim.Outside, she's nervous pear in the poppy field that extends in front of the house.Onetai follows it, he wears a profiled helmet, and a pistol on the belt.He stretches under the sun and joins her in the field.Puppisar in turn appears in his red and white combination, he has damp hair, full of wicks and triangles.They start training among the ponceau flowers.Onetai, hands joined in greeting, embarks on carped jumps and athletic tendrils.Puppisar performs relaxation movements on one foot, a leg folded under the buttock like a heron, he keeps his arms in plane wings to balance.Kokuri makes the pear tree, his face in the stems.The sky is pale blue united.After an hour, suntants, with a sticky face, they stop the exercise.From now on, a more formidable task awaits them: to discover who they are and save the world.
Kokuri is in his bath, his apart legs touch the edges of the bathtub, and the water goes up to the knees that form islands.The breast cells, two purple rounds with hard nipples, draw brown floats above the water.Her hair is tied by a red knot.She reads a video game magazine.She is small and round, her body of child size is formed.Its navel is wide and hollowed out like a notch, its vulva is shaved and the two valves are spaced by a coral color line.Lying in the bathtub which is just at its waist, it reads and beats legs to cause turmoil that runs up against its chin.- Yes.She said, is addressing large white bathroom tiles.This game looks really good!I have to buy it! Another young woman postponed the door, the towel hanging on the coat hook turns.- It's okay, I'm coming.Everyone has their turn.I have the right to bask.Said kokuri.The girl who has just entered is called Sunshi, she is the same size and the same weight as Kokuri.They are alike in the conformation of the eyes and even in the silhouette, but Sunshi has stronger shoulders, more lactful breasts and cycling calves.Her hair is cut in square with a mat in the back.She is superb.- Still to dabble!Hurry up, the master wants to see us.Said Sunshi.- I'm almost done.What does he want ?- He has a mission for us, he baptized it Operation Initiation.- Let him wait.It is very dangerous to get out of the bath too quickly.We can die.- For two months, I have been preparing for today's ceremony.Answer Sunshi.I don't want to be late.Go on a little sea lion.- Okay.Grumpy.Said kokuri en coupant l’eau chaude.Just five minutes.She finally gets out of the bath, and wins.Large drops like gravel smoothed its hips.- How do you find the master?Have you ever had bad thoughts about him?She asks.- You're not well!You talk about ours Master!Take a bath you've been crazy.- Come on that you love her.Sunshi carries his finger with the temple and grimace.- I prefer to wait outside if it is to hear fools.I give you two minutes to calm you down.Kokuri is finally ready.The two girls received an order, they must find in the Church Maître Ichi, who is their teacher and their spiritual guide.From him, they learn the tricks of the mind, the challenges of consciousness and telekinesis.For several months, they have been waiting for this moment.
The church is a wooden building, with a very simple platform that advances on the street.The porch is supported by buttons.Opposite is a saloon, filled with men with leather hats, with the avid jackets that smell the cow's muzzle, and whose eyes are seized.There we count the days, in deciliters and not in hours.The interior of the church is sleek, benches spent in white paint are aligned, each seat has its cushion and a particular badge to help people identify with the rite.The altar looks like an arch, it opens like a buffet and approaches offerings, it is covered with embroidered fabric where we see canoes, fish, stars and shells.Behind, a red stage curtain descends from the ceiling.And behind it is the secret lodge of the officiant.Niches have been dug along the walls, they contain ex-voto, flowers, plaster statues, often casts, sometimes handmade earthenware.
The two girls enter the bar, this is where they meet.To wait, they decide to have a drink at the counter.Their eccentric outfits make men turn the men's eye, a few lose to cards because of them, others become dreamers and believe they are falling in love.- We have ten minutes left.Said kokuri pour se rassurer dans cette atmosphère virile.She makes the effort to speak to give herself a capacity.She feels intimidated, although she has no reason to be.- We should have changed at the last moment.It does not give it badly, these clothes in this lost hole...A mustachioed man near them, reads a newspaper that is only made up of images and big titles.On the cover, we see a giant religious mantis, next door is drawn on scale an adult of one meter eighty, a quetsches and a two-story house.The mantis is the size of the tree.The man drinks a yellowish beer, he is not shaved, and the hair grass his neck, he has a fine fluffy necklace in the chin.Its little supplied mustache, drobate, pubescent is vaguely ridiculous, it is wet with beer.He smokes a long cigarette that smells of wood and rejects thick yellow smoke that flies like suspension lakes.- Hello girls, how are you?Said the man who put his newspaper and approached.- Do not answer.It's a pepper.Entrusts Sunshi to her friend's ear.- It's me, Master Ichi.Said the man who leaned near the neck of Kokuri who feels a lukewarm breath making her shiver with disgust.The two girls turn the same gesture, in a double parallel movement.Their faces express surprise and juvenile anger ready to burst.Kokuri's eyes have split almonds and their edges have straightened while a sparkling flame in the iris.- Beware of what you say, my little sir, I will give you a correction!- I am Master Ichi, I tell you.Come on.I decided to change my appearance to come to the bar.I couldn't come here, with my classic physique.Kokuri makes a pout of a surprise schoolgirl, she hesitates to identify in the beer beer beer with a fatty mustache, the master she worships.Yet in the tone of the voice and certain lines of the front, she believes to recognize the characteristic attributes of the master.She feels a curious aura hovering around the unknown who speaks to her.Despite the fairly ugly face, she thinks of a summit of iceberg, and imposes herself on her mind the wacky idea that the face she observes conceals another side.The feeling is still confused, but persistent.Sunshi is taken aback, she reflects and her intuition dictates to her that man does not lie.- C’est lui !Said Sunshi dans un satori.Ah!What joke !So, you, master!You are terrible!- I expected to be spotted earlier.I am disappointed that a degraded appearance prevents you from seeing the aura.You are still blind.- Excuse us. Est-ce qu’on a raté le test ?Said kokuri dont les traits se sont figés dans la surprise comme de la patte à modeler.- Rest assured, it was not a test. (Il soupire)) Etes-vous êtes entrées dans l’église ? Demande Ichi.- Yes.- Did you find the momentum?- A moose.What momentum?- The mystical momentum!Its head is hung behind the curtain, it serves as a relay and transmitter for the other world.I will accompany you.- Why Master Ichi has chosen this appearance, hum, rather non -aesthetic?-It is that of a very popular type in the United States that I saw on t-shirts.
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The master pushed the curtain, the head of the momentum shone in the tiny sanctuary, it is surrounded by a clear halo which makes him a collar of bright, mossy and wavering flowers.Kokuri has a shoulder movement, she pouffes in front of the comic air of the stuffed animal.- Do not laugh.Here is the transition to the initiatory world of the parallel dimension.You are facing the portal.Okay, I know, he doesn't look like anything.Come on, move forward, and touch the muzzle.The mouth of the momentum seems to be charged with static electricity, it is covered with light royalties that dance like fireflies.- Are you sure there is no danger?He scares me this mystical beast.- There is nothing to be afraid of.Be rested and serene.Touches the woods of the momentum, to be transported to the pyramid where your initiation must happen.Said Master Ichi who pulls thick gray smoke puffs, with a ceramic pipe decorated with radioscopic patterns.Sunshi puts her hands on Kokuri's moist shoulders, she gently encourages him.- Massage my neck a little, please relax me.She kneads the flesh around the saltters, drives her thumbs into the hollows, the sarcle of the fingers.- I'm not scared anymore.Said kokuri que la chaleur du contact a rasséréné et qui se sent désormais prête à franchir la porte dimensionnelle.She dudeline with her head as one who is about to dive in a glass of water, jumps on the spot by kids bonds, approach of the momentum, touches it in full hand.An explosion like a sneezing of Z started to whistle and Kokuri finds himself instantly in the center of a colored kaleidoscope that infuses each other.In a second, she disappeared.There remains its presence in the sanctuary only a smell of incense and armenia paper than Master Ichi Hume to appreciate.- She smells good, this little one.She is adorable.Go join her now, it's up to you to make the trip.Sunshi approaches the fingers of the momentum, after a second of hesitation she turns to the master who sat on the ground and smokes her Calumet.She awaits a gesture of encouragement that does not come, then dissatisfied, she brutally catches the woods.Immediately, it is surrounded by a pink cloud where blue snow flakes gravitate.She vanished.A flagship caramel fragrance.Maître Ichi breathes and sniffs.- There is a slight scent of leather and coffee.She is delicious.I never had a better students.Half of the newspaper is devoted to the giant nun mantle.Witnesses ensure that they have seen the insect, a man deplores that his wife is dead, another launches a wanted notice to find his disappeared son in an unsanitary area.He pretends to believe that the monster is responsible for the disappearance of his son who tank in an alley, after having tried in vain to go home by bike, without having managed to hold in the saddle.Scientists wonder about the nature of the monster, artists offer sketches.An animated photo shows a lawn mowed like a golf course, in the center of the footsteps of dirty legs in the ground.Maître Ichi returned to the bar, read the last articles, he commands a drink that drives crazy, known as a "test" drink and which makes those who lack mental resistance lose consciousness.The sun is stopped in the window frame, it looks like a large lemon pie.Maître Ichi is shaken by the test drink, despite his knowledge, his sapience, his science, his wisdom, this sunsaturated alcohol bangs his temples and he must fight.The newspaper finished, he lamps the last sips, slam his tongue and descends without incident of the stool.He still managed to finish his glass without falling.In the country, they are a hundred to be able to.
The initiates.
Kokuri is taken in a whirlwind of fresh wind which by its rotation force, draws around it like the spiral of a shell.She feels the air wrapped, hardening under speed and forming a protective bug, then she is propelled forward, in a white white infinite.She closes her eyes and has the feeling of being in weightlessness, of being standing in space, swimming worn by a current, to make the board, to dream.The trip ends and it is ejected from the bubble.It is extended on the ground, at the top of a stages pyramid, but she does not yet know.She feels on her back the contact of hot stone.She makes the effort to get up, but her muscles are ankylosed, she is taken from a cramp, aie!Ouille!She can only turn her neck.She feels fragile.Little by little, she folds her elbows and straightens up chest forward.Her sex stings and itchs her.The top of the pyramid is surmounted by an awning.Remarkable labyrinthine inlays of characters traced in the Indian queue in one continuous line, cover the top floor.A man in a sitting position is sculpted at the top of the steps, his hands crossed on his stomach and wears a crown that winds on his forehead.Close to him are two dogs with thorny coat, and who have a beak.One looks right towards the Ponant, the other has their eyes raised to a bird with an incredible plumage.The roof is engraved according to processes that defy logic, but that a extensive study makes it possible to understand.The ornaments recall mandalas which are cosmic figurations of the universal order.Many imaginary animals are represented as in the margins of the old bibles, dragons slugs, paw fish, rabbits with shields, glasses donkeys, roosters who lay cubes cubes.Kokuri blinks with astonishment.- What it scratches!Cow !Damn! She has just heard the sound of a breathing, a hair appears at the top of the steps, a hair similar to hers, then a forehead, eyes, a nose, a mouth, like his own, finally it'sA whole body of woman who is visible.She is facing her double as in front of a mirror.This compliant copy, ersatz or doppelganger, has just passed the last step and approaches without a word.Kokuri protects herself from the hands, she found a tenth of her freedom of movement, she groped on the ground, tries to straighten up.The double comes to meet her and kisses her on the cheek, then slid her hand over the breasts, which he plagues.Kokuri is amazed.What is this crazy story?Another pervert thing!She thinks, very angry.The double sat on his legs, and looks at her with bias.- What a curious experience to be embraced by yourself.It's pretty pleasant, but I don't have that to do.Think our heroine who has recovered forces.The double has leaned, it lifts the elastic of the combination and flattened the plump belly.It starts to become embarrassing.It was at this time of high dramatic intensity, that Sunshi in a Bamzam red lightning is teleworked on the pyramid.Yeaahhh!Very cool !Her hair is ruffled, her square cut is rather cut in the bowl, and she launched with a dry blow on the stone but she does not fall on her back and stronger than her sister, gets up immediately, darkened from the scene where shejust entered.Kokuri has a big blissful smile, and the tongue drawn out of the mouth, tries to shout.Double is not disturbed by Sunnshi's emergence, and he tries to lower Kokuri's briefs whose eyes become immense.He firmly holds the strap of the left hip, he pulls and sneers stupidly.- Au sucou....Sunshi, has no hesitation, she must save her friend from the horrible terrible appalling danger.She throws herself on the double, grips him, pliers, pulls his hair, bites it, claw, harass him.Double incubator and struggles, Kokuri fills his ribs with soft punches and behind his back, he receives slaps.He caught without reaction.He is in a very uncomfortable position, beaten up with assaults and molested.- Stop!He shouts.You're going to make me cry.You hurt me at the end.The two girls do not be flexible and continue to pronounce their enemy who requires thanks.- Pity !I can't defend myself.Stop.You have won.- Comment t’appelles-tu ? Répond et je te libère !Said Sunshi sans relâcher la pression et prête à frapper du coude.- I am the Mochoï Pichu.Said the double whose voice turns.Sunshi moves the bust and backs up, she holds one of the arms of the double in key.Kokuri drives on the side like a caterpillar and will sit in a tailor.- Looked !He transforms himself !Mochoi Pichu has covered hair, his face was lying down, his back was vaulted, and his hands closed.Pads appear.It is held on all fours, and decreases in size.A horn praises him the muzzle and grows like a plant, the ears go up to the top of the head.The eyes have shrunk and a tail pushed him.Around the double a light -hated pink light in colored pencil - Ring Tshaw Onyx Zam Opal - which widens and compresses.The cloud masks the latest stages of the bodily modification of the Mochoï Pichu, which surrounded by pastel mist grows a JAPPEMENT.He became a coyote.He has wet nostrils, his yellow canines exceed brown and drooling flesh, his tail beats the air.Except the horn of rhinoceros which finishes the muzzle, the feather tail which recalls that of the squirrel, the animal which stalls standing on its four legs is of the family of the latrans canis and more specifically of the subgroup Descoyotl Aztecis Errabunda.Sunshi Halete, his heart beats, his senses are on alert.Kokuri remains his legs folded, the victory against the Mochoi Pichu seems to have fulfilled it, she tastes the epic moment, the suave flavor of success, the happiness of having triumphed gives sap to its members, the blood flow ofLife irrigates its las body.Wouuu wouuuuwwoouuu howls the animal that remains between girls like a pet dog.Finally, he speaks in perfect French with a sharp accent: - I belong to you.I am your ally.Treat me as it should be, and I would follow you.Now come back down.
At the bottom of the pyramid extends a sandy desert area, where two garden chairs, more precisely deckchairs are deployed.There are comfortably installed Maître Ichi and his partner, the charming Mio Otori Kanuki called playful.The sand is wrinkled by a wind that takes off with rare lean bushes, it winds along the dunes.Ichi smokes, he wears a red t-shirt with the letter written in capital letters.He has the navel in the air, his belt is degraded.Mio Kanuki is sagged in her chair, low shoulders and bent head, her eyes have a mountain stream color, light blue with gray shackles.She thinks of nothing, which is very complicated when like her, we are a awake.
- Looked !It's not true !The lazy!Exclaims Sunshi who descends the steps following the Mochoï Pichu, who gambles, barks and hops.- What a bastard all the same.Kokuri replica which has just seen in the blurred gold -burned golden removal of rays, the eché silhouettes of Ichi and its concubine.- We are doing everything!He will hear me!The Filou!Slowly, grumpy, holding by the hand to help each other, they descend the grand staircase.They seem to forget that the test was easy, and that they have acquired a fabulous animal, intended to become their totem.- Ah I see that!We decrease!Kokuri stammers, his anger is so childish, so mutine and not object, that words do not come to her, she shouts to let off steam, repeats, insists.It uses onomatopoeias to express itself.Sunshi drops on the sand, she gets on a rage strike, and refuses to move.- You were up.Said master ichi.Approach.You have been impeccable.The compliment comforts them, and defuses the conflict.They come to sit, while the Mochoï Pichu Sweet Mio Otori Kanuki, scratches the earth, fouls in search of Gerboises.Kokuri buries his left leg, under grains that his hand disperses in hourglass.- You will have to use the pyramid to reach your consciousness of the doubles and seal the pact.Mio will accompany you to monitor you.She is initiated and will second you.Did you know what a Mochoï Pichu was?- No.Answer girls.- his transformations vary according to the opponent.Once defeated, he adopts the appearance of the totemic animal of his enemies.For you it was the coyote.The sand is crashed on the thigh of Kokuri and forms a nipple.A bird in a cactus sings a mambo, or perhaps a rumba.His song punctuates Master Ichi's speech, and is heard stronger during breaks.The sand dunes seem to be arranged with symmetry as fractals, their locations seem to have been thought of and subject to mathematical laws of harmony.It is a reconstituted desert, the arrangement of the trees is logical, and ordered according to the pi number.- When the sun is lowered, that its center will be aligned with the eye of the pyramid, will start the second stage of your adventure.Mio will put himself in the direct extension of the eye, Kokuri will be placed on the left, Sunshi will be on the right.Now silence.Let us listen to nature.The two girls remain motionless.They wait confident the hours to come.From back, they look like small potted statues.Maître Ichi released a book, he reads and turns the pages slowly.He tastes the subtleties of the language, like a wine connoisseur details the components of a Bordeaux.He savor turns nested in ideas, he finds the particular scent which emerges from what was written by Intelligence.He recognizes the familiar place and always nine of the mind.- When you return to the world, you will be assailed with underground desires, like those of dreams.To dominate them, you will have to stay neutral there.Said master ichi.The sun is high, the wait at its zenith extends.- Another quarter of an hour.The solar disk has advanced towards the roof, rays flirt and grump up the engravings, they shine, sparkle with pale reflections.- It's time.Mount the pyramid.The three girls climb the steps one by one, they have and smile.They take positions and worries await that the moment comes from their ascent.The sun places its first arrow of light in the eye of the pyramid, then it fills the heart of the target.A yellow lightning gushes.PACCCMCCCANN PC Maannnnmio Otori Kanuki is struck by the resplendent source, it is stunned, it flashes.She melts and flageole.Ecstasy.- I arrive, I'm here.She thinks indistinctly.The sun has passed in it, hot as a lightning bulb of energy.She lurks.Her eyes are disproportionately wide and although blind, she looks in the furnace.- Calm, calm.I am.- That's wonderful.Yeah
The quest for the two boys.
Meanwhile in another dimension, thousands of kilometers, the two boys are bored.They are alone in the big house.UNTAI BOUQUINE AN ENTRY BARDED WORKS THAT AS PAGES A LOST WITH PRESS THAT WEED TO COVE FISH.PUPPIS crunches a chocolate, caramel, nougat bar, grilled peanuts.A computer purrs in the room, the watch screen has started, revealing space vessels inspired by Renaissance paintings.- What are we pissed off!Said onetai to Puppisar who approves.- more than 72 hours.That it's long.- I suggest you break the instructions and go to butter the giant insect.- Yes.Replies Puppisar who enters a finger in the mouth to clean the molars.- Come on, otherwise there will be nothing.Puppisar is crouching in frog, ballant hands on the legs.- According to information, the insect lives in the mountains, it has a burrow in the heights.- I didn't know you knew how to read.- I buy the talking newspaper.
They have equipped themselves to support low temperatures.Here they are on foot across field, with provision bags.After half a day of walking, they reach a sign that marks the border with cold lands.On the sign is written: beyond this limit, start the void and the ice.Be careful, the fauna is hostile.At the felt under the indication, a note is scribbled: be careful!This is the end of naked women.Remember to take rations.- Are we going there anyway? The mountain picks up in front of them, it is only pure white and fir trees.Snow starts from the first meters.Their boots are wet.Onetai is responsible for cartography, but as they do not know where they are going, he always shows the top.His tongue of wine smokes. L’hiver glacé étend son blanc manteau floconneux (sic)), sa croûte de sel, son drap d’ivoire immaculé (resic)), la tenture noire que vit Anaxagore (?)), son coton éclatant (bis sic)).Puppisar takes out a thermometer from its reinforced jacket and plant it in the ground.- Minus five.UNTAI got into a ball, and folded down her jacket to the ankles, like a poncho.Snow cracks and its feet are taken as in a base, they are molded in the tender cement of crystals.- You know the story of the boy who was sleeping with all the girls, without worrying about their social class or their beauty but for only one evening?Said Puppisar.- No.- He pretended to be a benefactor of humanity, and said they preferred ugly girls, because he said that they alone, are shy and abandon themselves without rear thought.- Is he a friend to you?- Well, it's a legend.While they discuss the possible veracity of this amazing story, a lynx crosses their path.It arrived without a rustle, flexible and liquid.Its pointed and speckled ears tremble.Stealth, he stops, nervous, he inspects.UNTAI has got his hands on the side, he holds his pistol by the butt.Puppisar is preparing whether it is necessary to fight, he seized in his bag the electrified stick and activated the total shield of his combination.Thus protected, it is almost invincible and only a shell could pierce the strength field which includes it.- I don't want to kill.He said.- The same.- Come on, go a big cat.The lynx is not hungry, he did not worry about attacking.He passes with contempt, and moves away under the conifers.
The mist has just gotten up, it creates an opaque curtain like a cloud placed on the ground.The snow is pearly, according to the slopes and the layers of gel, it shines or tarnit.- I feel like I am walking in sugar or crushed straw.The iced air whistles powder at the floor.Thermal combinations are powerless to protect the faces, the cold tightens their temples.They walk in the crisp layer.The temperature seems to decrease with the hours.The neck returned to their shoulders and blowing, they advance head.It is a kind of pain, a narrowing that crystallizes, their steep bodies lose the ability to feel, the senses can be tried, thought is weighed down and freezes. -I am comme un billot de bois et en même temps, je me sens fragile.Said onetai who pains with difficulty words that go into steam.He shivers and stucks, his arms grouped around the body so as not to lose heat.- strongly that the pain stops.Said onetaï.I'm tired of freezing.- And I therefore have the blood that runs in curded milk. Foutre !- Yes t’as raison.Fuck, ass chiass and shit to this poorly done world.- cow moniche, female dog cum and pine that shit.PUPPISAR replica.Grandmother's pants and hairy girlfriend.Mierda! UNTAI does not answer, it would be useless to add.Now he has a solid migraine in the shape of a snail that sucks him the right wing of the brain.He repeats the air of music that he has never heard, he invents lullabies to stand company.Walking in the biting cold makes you dizzying, the closest trees that appear in trompe l'oeil on its tired retina.Despite the weather conditions, and the violent wind, a few crows room, like mocking spectators.Installed in the branches, they push their cynical songs, wave the wings and shake the trees during their flights.- At last !Here is the chalet.Here we are.Said onetaï qui aperçoit à cent mètres la masse tassée d’une habitation.He gets away like a horse, pushes the door and will collapse on a bench, without noticing that the kitchen table is engraved with hieroglyphs that change.Likewise, closing his eyes for a few seconds, he does not see above the fireplace, the polished skull of a human being, framed by two candles.Puppisar picks up logs, soaked them with petrol so as not to waste time, and throws a match in the hearth.A good fire immediately flashes in a large flame first green then that blusted before rosir and glow.UNTAI lenses to the wall, his cheeks warm up and his flesh is embarked on.He does not want to make the slightest gesture, he drowns without willing.He hears like a steam bubbling then it is again silence.His conscience won, he lets himself go to the pleasure of feeling the bodily sensations come back.His head chasse, shear images in his mind that fatigue dilutes.Sleep embeds it and smokes it.Puppisar grabbed a dragging book, feet on the table, he made it.Exhaustion makes him want to laugh without reason.For a moment, he looks up and smiles as a knowledge found at the skull.He greets her with a chin nestion.Nnniiirrrrvv aaannnaaa-a slit of light descended from the roof, saber the face of Untaï which snores slightly.He dreams, the heat of the fire disperses in the room, the flames throw their tongues on the wood.Some sparks burst the fir branches.Puppisar reads without understanding, the words add up in sentences whose total is inexplicable, fatigue breaks the connections, the paragraphs lose their sequences, he rereads the same terms three times, without being able to fix them.He is possessed with fatigue.The book is labyrinthine, the commas are corridors, adjectives of bifurcations, and it only reaches the point after having lost on the way.Never mind.He then takes a sonar out of his bag, puts it on the table, and unfolds the antenna.The instrument works as an alarm, and captures the movements around the chalet.If a mass were to pass in a perimeter of 150 meters, the Sonar would sound a long beep.The light turned off, it sets on a mattress.Blue hat, Blue Bonnet he thinks, then he falls asleep.After ten hours of sleep, it is still day, the night refused to fall.- The religious mantis cannot survive more than an hour in the dark, her body like that of a plant remains only under the action of light, by photosynthesis.This is why she found her natural habitat here.Said Puppisar.- Quickly, let him go up and that we can go back to drink champagne.- According to my calculations, if we go back again and then turn right, we will discover a geyser.In all probability, its burrow must be close to a heat source.- You know that I admire you!- Let's eat before leaving and leave a testimony of our passage.
Puppisar walks in the lead, he advances attentive, anxious not to be caught, not to mislead the right path, his thermal compass flashes indicating the increase in temperature.Snow has started to melt, and areas of gray herbs appear in holes.Vegetation comes back as the geyser approaches, it is like an oasis in the mountains.- I like this passage, really.Said onetaï.Look, here is a quetsche tree that is not dried up, it brings fruit.- Hush!- I'll go see if there are some who are ripe.Oh, but yes, you should come and see.- Shut your mouth.Hush!- They are good, juicy and fatty.You want me to bring you one to try.- Farm, damn.The wind makes noises of bow.In front of them, still masked by the branches of a pine, the snow has just lifted, the creature which was dormant, straightened up on its legs, disturbed by the conversation of the intruders.Its threadlike abdomen is straightening up, the mandibles are busy, with an oily sharpener noise.The front legs, are at the height of the two gigantic scissors which maneuver in front of a tiny triangular head whose round eyes explore the world by facets.The insect has an amazed, stupid, bias movement, as if it were reverence.His coarse hearing forbids him to hear the two boys who have been silent and remain motionless.The mantis stands, watch.The rear legs paint the body on stilts, it performs a rapid movement then suddenly runs in the direction of Puppisar and UNTAI which cannot hold a cry.They see the insect arriving, in a sort of dance in packed, see it awkwardly tripping on a plaque of ice, and relaunching dry, legs wide open.UNTAI is fired, and Puppisar rushes, the shield activated, to plant the electric stick in the fleshy and viscous part of the belly.The fuse laser radius in a neon light, the shot like a sword blows the left flank which sweats a yellow liquid.The mantis has slowed down, the impact slowed her down, but she rushes on Puppisar and a stroke of shears, sends her to spread out on the ground without being able to touch her.Onetai pulls.The beast's neck explodes and breaks like that of a giraffe, the head falls suddenly, and the insect will crash into the snow on Puppisar which attacks it with a discharge in a posterior limb.The dripping insect, the burst, has a last reflex stimuli.His paw is agitated as a white flag, but he died, and lives only by reflex of nervous endings.Her beautiful green purule body with a dirty yellowish cream.Puppisar tickles the stick, planted in the thigh and gets up.- We are heroes, in a way, right?- The beast is dead.- We could have found him a cage.The mission is over, they only have to go down, after having taken a mandible for trophy.
- It is a success.- Yes, mon cher, c’est un succès.
