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Limen was watching one of his favorite plays from the theater catwalks, when he heard a telltale creaking to his left. He looked, and saw a sandbag counterweight hanging precariously over one of the actor's heads, it's rope straining and fraying under the weight.
The tiny doorstop golem looked around frantically for someone to tell, or something he could use to reinforce it, but there was nothing. The opera's music swelled jovally below, contrasting the unseen tension just above. Limen worried his hands, trembling as he heard the rope groaning louder, its fibers twanging...
one...
by...
one...
Limen reacted before he could think. He leapt between the ballisters and onto the rope, grabbing either side of the weakened section just as it snapped! There was a sensation of being RIPPED taut. It was the closest he'd ever come to feeling pain as the magic holding his wedges and cylinders together immediately stretched to its breaking point. He flexed it like a muscle, forcing his poor body to hold together, but this was the heaviest thing he'd ever tried to support, and he could already feel his stamina dwindling.
Limen quivered. His hands were slipping. He screwed his glassy eyes shut and tightened his grip for all he was worth. It was too much. No one could hear his silent struggle. He couldn't even remember when the next intermission was. It was too much. His legs involuntarily kicked and flailed in the air. The halves of his chest started to separate. It was too much!
'Please... just... move! Can't... hold... on!'
The tiny doorstop golem looked around frantically for someone to tell, or something he could use to reinforce it, but there was nothing. The opera's music swelled jovally below, contrasting the unseen tension just above. Limen worried his hands, trembling as he heard the rope groaning louder, its fibers twanging...
one...
by...
one...
Limen reacted before he could think. He leapt between the ballisters and onto the rope, grabbing either side of the weakened section just as it snapped! There was a sensation of being RIPPED taut. It was the closest he'd ever come to feeling pain as the magic holding his wedges and cylinders together immediately stretched to its breaking point. He flexed it like a muscle, forcing his poor body to hold together, but this was the heaviest thing he'd ever tried to support, and he could already feel his stamina dwindling.
Limen quivered. His hands were slipping. He screwed his glassy eyes shut and tightened his grip for all he was worth. It was too much. No one could hear his silent struggle. He couldn't even remember when the next intermission was. It was too much. His legs involuntarily kicked and flailed in the air. The halves of his chest started to separate. It was too much!
'Please... just... move! Can't... hold... on!'
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Muscle
Species Golem
Size 2209 x 1668px
File Size 688.7 kB
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