Judith lies dying

(defunct microfiction bot) Judith Schwarzstein hunts monsters with the help of her companions. CW: Gothic horror, violence, gore, mild naughtiness

[Judith lies dying @JudithHunts]

In case you somehow found your way here and are wondering what this is...

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This is a long thread about my fav Twitter bot I made, @JudithHunts

About 4 yrs ago, I started making a bot that generated microfictions set in a fantasy world that was basically "what if Rachel Weisz' character from The Favorite was in Castlevania."

https://t.co/YQiiOpAYC0

[Judith lies dying @JudithHunts]

A draft chills the books in the sizable library. A steel gate is in the center of the reading room. Judith says nothing and moves on.

[Judith lies dying @JudithHunts]

A dust cloud swirls around the bookcases in the elegant library. A gold gate is at the edge of the reading room. Diana licks a wound on her leg. Blood stains her snout.

[Judith lies dying @JudithHunts]

The lone poppy Solomon is carrying takes on a flickering glimmer in the torchlight. An iron gate is just outside the cell. Judith is bemused.

[Judith lies dying @JudithHunts]

The iron lanterns paint a flickering luster on the drafty armoires in the gargantuan bedchamber. Gunter picks up a grimoire from the armoire and holds the book upside down. 'Not enough pictures...' Gunter grumbles.

[Judith lies dying @JudithHunts]

The bandit strikes at Gunter, missing by a wide margin! Gunter flashes a glimmering smile. 'I'm right over here!'

[Judith lies dying @JudithHunts]

Baron Michael Von Krenn's servants set the table with pork sandwiches, knödel, and lemon schnapps. Baron Von Krenn bows deeply and offers their hand to Judith. 'May I have this dance?' 'I don't need any more company tonight...' Judith responds.

[Judith lies dying @JudithHunts]

The brass golem barrels at Judith, sending her flying! Pisspot screams and charges with his horns down. The brass golem crumbles into a loose pile of sandstone! Judith mutters under her breath in irritation.

[Judith lies dying @JudithHunts]

A dust cloud lingers by the towering ornately carved columns in the great hall. An immense bronze door is near the entrance of the room. 'BluuEUrwgEUeugh!' Pisspot gibbers and curls his lip upward.

[Judith lies dying @JudithHunts]

The lady broods at the freezing sleet on the blackened flagstones outside. 'A limestone skull that has been in the Von Koch family for centuries has gone missing. Find it for me. I will pay thirty bronze forints if you can do this by midday tomorrow.'

[Judith lies dying @JudithHunts]

The ostentatious gatehouse is notable for an engraving of farmers tilling the fields. 'BlEg! Bblaaawcht!' Pisspot gibbers and sneezes.

[Judith lies dying @JudithHunts]

A draft chills the tomes in the foreboding library. An imposing bloodstone door is in the center of the library. Yvette scratches her matted hair idylly.

[Judith lies dying @JudithHunts]

The sly elf guffaws raucously. Upon closer inspection— the person is none other than Duchess Von Lukács! 'Solomon and Judith: We meet again!' they note with a smile.

[Judith lies dying @JudithHunts]

Several iron crossbow bolts are embedded into a shackle nearby. Odd and mysterious whispers echo amid the brass-barred cells. Judith readies her brass sword and buckler cautiously.

[Judith lies dying @JudithHunts]

A gentle whiff of steel loiters in air of the limestone bridge. A large fir door is along the back wall of the bridge. Gwendolynn takes a tiny book from her velvet handbag and reads. It is a copy of 'The Witch Hunt'.

[Judith lies dying @JudithHunts]

The ancient braziers shine a sputtering light on the festivities at the feast. Earl Von Radu raises their tumbler of gooseberry wine and commands attention. 'I propose a toast to our honored guests: To Judith and Yvette!'

[Judith lies dying @JudithHunts]

A barely-perceptible smell of ghostly vapors remains in air of the inn. A grimoire is resting on a fir shelf just outside the room. Judith pauses with narrowed eyes.

[Judith lies dying @JudithHunts]

The din of the furious mob outside grows louder. Judith and Pisspot duck behind the fir table. Determinedly, Pisspot scrapes the ground with his horns.

[Judith lies dying @JudithHunts]

Somewhere in the distance, the rustles of a carnivorous plant. Judith covers up the reddish embers of the campfire.

[Judith lies dying @JudithHunts]

Judith pulls Solomon behind the substantial pine door. The cultist loiters briefly before moving on.

[Judith lies dying @JudithHunts]

Sally Boros, the local potion seller, is hosting Judith and Eldric. Sally has prepared their traditional family recipe of túrós csusza and cardamom buns. Eldric demurely refuses the food. 'I'm still on a bit of a liquid diet.'