JD & LL proudly present: the Cold and the Brave

[cluseb]

1 liter = 35 oz
1 us gallon= 120 oz
1 real gallon[imp.]=160 oz

[LLL]

Oh... this is getting good. Beautiful work, both of you.


As for my previous posts, when I referred to kilograms, I meant weight, not volume. I was trying to figure out the precise weight of the water from JD's 6 jugs (in lbs and kilos).
It appears I only succeeded in confusing myself about the mysterious world of the metric system.

Sorry about that.

No need to be sorry. I understood you were talking weight, but one liter of water, small variations due to exact mineral content, pressure, latitude and such weighs one Kg.

[wulf]

It appears I only succeeded in confusing myself about the mysterious world of the metric system.

6 liters ~ 2 gallons.

Thank you, good sir.

[wulf]

Oh... this is getting good. Beautiful work, both of you.


As for my previous posts, when I referred to kilograms, I meant weight, not volume. I was trying to figure out the precise weight of the water from JD's 6 jugs (in lbs and kilos).
It appears I only succeeded in confusing myself about the mysterious world of the metric system.

Sorry about that.

No need to be sorry. I understood you were talking weight, but one liter of water, small variations due to exact mineral content, pressure, latitude and such weighs one Kg.

Ok, so in my previous math attempt....( 1 liter = 2.19lbs x 6 = 13.14 lbs or 5.96 kg).... I actually wasn't far off at all. I feel much better, and thank you LL for helping me with my OCD flare up.

And I still say we need bigger jugs.

Now, back to your regularly scheduled program.

[LLL]

You can’t always stretch who you want (II)

And so, Merida, having decided that a life with crushed thumbs, unable to pull a bowstring ever again, was worse than dying at the stake, was released from the horse.

When the inquisitor was out of earshot, however, the baron said to her: “I cannot put YOU on the rack, but know that I’ll have another girl racked in your stead, and your cell will be close enough that you’ll hear her screaming all through the night!”

And then to his woodsman: “Gareth, who do we have in the dungeons, suitable for a little torture session tonight?”

“Let me see… there is Trissia, the wife of the butcher. Her husband accused her of infidelity. She’s a redhead too, and…”

“Too fat. I won’t risk my new rack to break under her weight”.

“What about Leia, the organist’s sister? She was accused of fornicating in the church”.

“Too ugly. But remind me to offer a boon to the man courageous enough to fuck her”.

“What about miss Maple? She is accused of having sold poisonous herbs as medical potions”.

“You are pulling my leg, right? She must be a hundred. Take that young blonde servant girl, Emily. I always wanted to have a better look at her assets”.

“But she is not accused of anything, my Lord”.

“Be creative, Gareth! Say you found stolen goods hidden in her sleeping cot. Or that she did not clean up well enough. Whatever. Stay horny, stay ghoulish!”.

[wulf]

You can’t always stretch who you want (II)

And so, Merida, having decided that a life with crushed thumbs, unable to pull a bowstring ever again, was worse than dying at the stake, was released from the horse.

When the inquisitor was out of earshot, however, the baron said to her: “I cannot put YOU on the rack, but know that I’ll have another girl racked in your stead, and your cell will be close enough that you’ll hear her screaming all through the night!”

And then to his woodsman: “Gareth, who do we have in the dungeons, suitable for a little torture session tonight?”

“Let me see… there is Trissia, the wife of the butcher. Her husband accused her of infidelity. She’s a redhead too, and…”

“Too fat. I won’t risk my new rack to break under her weight”.

“What about Leia, the organist’s sister? She was accused of fornicating in the church”.

“Too ugly. But remind me to offer a boon to the man courageous enough to fuck her”.

“What about miss Maple? She is accused of having sold poisonous herbs as medical potions”.

“You are pulling my leg, right? She must be a hundred. Take that young blonde servant girl, Emily. I always wanted to have a better look at her assets”.

“But she is not accused of anything, my Lord”.

“Be creative, Gareth! Say you found stolen goods hidden in her sleeping cot. Or that she did not clean up well enough. Whatever. Stay horny, stay ghoulish!”.

I love the dungeon comedy.

And the middle image is really quite inspiring.

Lovely work guys.

[doe.1971]

I love the dungeon comedy.

Someone expects the Spanish Inquisition ...

[LLL]

You can’t always stretch who you want (III)

Merida found little peace during her last night. The thought of how the flames would sear her body would probably have been enough to keep her awake. But the agonized screams coming from the torture room were even more effective.

No matter how many times she told herself the suffering of the young girl, which the guards had made to pause in front of her cell while bringing her down in order to give Merida a good look at the frail, scared creature, was not of her doing, guilt still tormented her. Several times she had asked the monks, silently standing outside her cell door, to be taken to the baron, pleading to be allowed to take the place of Emily on the rack. She did not even elicit a reaction out of them.

Towards sunrise the screams had finally ceased. Had the baron finally had enough of torturing his surrogate victim? Or had the poor servant girl expired upon the rack? Anyway, a new rumor took over: a hammering from above. They were erecting her pyre in the square.

[LLL]

I think by now a short explanation is needed. At this point, while producing the story (a week or six ago) I had a different view than JD about how to proceed. I, admirer of his work that I am, can never get enough of his torture scenes, and thus wanted to make it a classical grand tour of all sorts of medieval torture frolicking: branding irons, thumbscrews, strappado, spiked chairs... JD was growing fed up with the story and with torture scenes in particular (a passing moment of weakness, nothing to worry about). So we agreed to call it a day after the horse scene, and move to the conclusion of the story. However, having mentioned the rack in the text and having shown it in the pillory pics, ominously lurking in the background, I felt that a rack scene was mandatory. JD however was quite adamant (I - and I guess everyone here - still hope in the future he will make scene(s) with Merida on the rack). So I decided to surprise him with this indirect torture, recycling a few old works of him. I hope JD approves, and maybe will be delighted to see how his old works till get great public appraisal.

I should also add that story-wise he was right. The story I wrote, in the end, benefited from less torture debauchery and feels more balanced.

[wulf]

I love the dungeon comedy.

Someone expects the Spanish Inquisition ...

Can't help myself.