The Lady of Shalott (#1143)(an instance of Generic Speaking Wandering Automaton made by melusina)Frantic-eyed, absently picking shards of glass from her face as she shakes a can of spray paint, looking for a boat. 'Tirra Lirra,' indeed. What a meathead. The Lady of Shalott has some things to say: I am half sick of shadows. The curse is come upon me. Go to location of this object, D.E.W.. |