Friday, June 19, 2020

Waxing Poetic for the Lethargically Inclined

Metaphor: Comparing two things that are essentially unlike


The voice was like sandpaper against a rainy day.

The goblin’s teeth are like the smell of sulphur and sweat and rot fighting for supremacy.

What does the mushroom want? Listen to the waves crashing against the black shore and you will know.

The lightning rumbled like copper blood against the bruised sky.


Add some fake prosaic bullshit to your game by confusing your senses a little bit. Your players and readers will think you some poetic genius, while you know that all you’re doing is getting very confused halfway through a sentence intentionally.

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