Do you ever find yourself experiencing strong urges to embark upon eccentric projects such as baking your friends tiny cakes in the shape of various mythical woodland creatures or creating a short film involving 100 tiny devils and a rather suspicious grove of ferns? 
Have you ever literally or figuratively found yourself floating through space, your face lit by the light of strangely colored suns, devoid of any inkling as to how you got there?
Do you often smell fudge when there is not, in fact, fudge.

Then, my fellow adventurer, you have come to the right place.

My name is Madeline, Captain of Mood Inconsistencies and Officer of the Vaguely but Alluringly Mysterious, and together we shall discover new lands as we embark on the adventure of this age: exploration of the Internet. (Spoilers: the adventure of next age is exploration of black hole innards and/or widespread feline sieges.)

Oh, do you hear that? The faint sound of saxophones in the distance? I'd better go: I think they want revenge.

Pick your own mistletoe, travelers.
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  • JoinedApril 10, 2014



Story by Zazzles
Existential Strudel by Maquailton
Existential Strudel
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