The oyster boys are swimming now
One deal is what we made
Forest keys and whirlwind cold
Green trees too and keys of gold
Even locks that won't explode
When the skies become a scroll
Having lost its interest
See that's the deal we made
Just to join the Öyster Cult
The Blue Öyster Cult
A massive effort for a massive tale, and a massive help from the master of massive stories himself,
It is finally here! My entry for the second Writprompt, a continuation of the story of Shiloh A. Wrun — or rather, about the characters he created and to whom he gave dreadful sapience. It is also my longest story so far, at 12,606 words.
It has three offsets, so do make sure you don't miss out on anything.
Enjoy!