Portrait of novelist and poet, Rudyard Kipling - Channon described him as 'a tiny apelike simian little man with incredible eyebrows of great bushiness and deep endless brown eyes'Īn enormous Saturday-to-Monday party at Fairlawne. I had to hurry to catch the last train to London. ‘Thank you,’ he said politely, and he conducted me down to the library and we discussed life and love until midnight. The old priest, who is, of course, one of the most charming and learned men in the world, removed one of his slippers (red heel and a large buckle) and smartly struck me on my naked buttocks.Īt first I did not mind, but at about the tenth or eleventh blow, my flesh tingled and I got up, flushed and embarrassed. ‘You must let down your trousers.’ I undid them and let them slip down to my feet. I began to wish I had not come, and quivered with nervousness, but my sense of humour wedded to a love of adventure triumphed. He led me upstairs, through his bedroom and into a chapel, full of blatant images etc. Laughingly I consented, one should really always do everything once, especially since it hurts no one else. I was very nervous, and more than a little drunk (his Lenten fare had been uneatable and I had drunk too much burgundy). Timidly he led the conversation to flagellation, and told me that he longed to beat me, adding that my having been so late for dinner would serve as a pretext! We had a most delightful conversation and I confessed to him my every temptation: He was sympathy and wisdom itself - at first: Then suddenly the conversation became charged with purport and I knew the old priest wanted to seduce me. I went to Richmond by Underground to dine with Montague Summers: I was very late - over half an hour. I am very attractive naked, as handsome as my face is dull. Noticing this I delayed it, putting on first, my socks, shoes and suspenders. Later as I dressed the friend re-entered, she said she was a virgin. She left us and darling Tallulah lay in my arms. Tallulah was soon naked, I next, the friend last. We had to spell out words and anyone finishing one was forced to remove an article of clothing. A friend of hers was there and we played a game called ‘Stripping Words’. Why? Much later on we went to Two Uncles’ restaurant and at four returned to her flat. Later Tallulah and I went to the Embassy the beau monde of London seemed surprised at our entrance together. I sat in her dressing room and watched the lovely pink creature change, pink stays, pink flimsy garments, pink tummy, all the necessary ingredients for a young blood’s delight. By chance Tallulah Bankhead was disengaged. My nose led me to the St Martin’s Theatre. But at eleven, sleep refusing to share my bed, and the fluids of life warming in my flesh, I arose, dressed and went out into the wet London night adventure-bound. I do not know them personally.I went to bed early at 9.30, exhausted. Everything I base upon Sqrlyjack is purely on their game and comments and actions they have made regarding it. I will also be separating Sqrlyjack personally from their work completely as this is a review on their game, not them personally. I will try to keep the review as fair as possible addressing all points, both good and bad. In order to refresh my memory, for the sake of this review, I have replayed through all the Space funeral games. There’s also a lot of reading to do, but don’t worry, there’s lots of screenshots to keep you engaged. Now that the TL DR is out of the way, here’s your obligatory YUCKO warning – there’s some potentially sensitive/offensive stuff under the cut alongside spoilers for SPACE FUNERAL (All 4 of them – the original, and the fangames) as well as my own personal opinions (real scary! watch out!) so don’t say I didn’t warn you, or get your panties in a twist if you don’t agree with me. But surely you’d want to know why I think that, right? Or not, but then you’d miss out on the actual reasons.
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