Words of the Constant
Out of gas!
What mite it be?
Careful, it mite wake up.
It's fuming mad!
That's exhausting.
I'm not sure which way it vent.
Things are really heating up.
What about miasma?
It's a climbing rope.
Can I get a bigger bowl? This one looks a little shrimpy.
It's small, dark, and smells like burnt wood.
It wants something dreadful.
They're just here to stir up drama.
Is someone doing a play?
Wait, is that...?
It's a setup! It feels too... staged.
A pile of broken chess pieces.
Another pile of broken chess pieces.
Even more broken chess pieces.
It's as heavy as it looks.
A stagn-antlion.
It was a lot bigger up close.
Somehow it seems crankier than the real one.
This sculpture is pretty beefy.
Very statuesque.
It's a stone bishop.
The chess pieces are moving themselves!
It looks nice, doesn't it?
We have a winner!
It would probably make a great scratching post.
That thing's the leashed of my worries.
And I didn't even get eaten!
Still not as crabby as Maxwell.
Now he's off who-knows-were.
This belongs in a junkpile!
It feels like its eye follows you.
This sculpture is a bit of an eyesore.
It's a worm, figures.
Ah, that brings back memories. Bad ones.
It's giving me a stony stare.
Doesn't seem very "kingly" to me.
I much prefer it this way.
Makes my stomach rumble just looking at it.
These ones are much easier to find.
Can I invoke the "no holiday decorations" Klaus?
It's a horse, of course.
The chess pieces are moving themselves!
It's not so bad when it isn't trying to kill you.
I want to hug it, but the stone chafes.
Now you're the one scared stiff!