Build out of wood, clay, metal and slime. The Temple of Unintentional Pointless Purpose is a place that constantly changes and keeps growing. A place where the walls will tell the stories of Borderland...
(Wow! That sounded pretty mystical...!)
...in a Borderland far from any non-linear time, as we once knew it....
....In a stone circle was a small bonfire. The flames from the fire, glowing and dancing in pink and purple, was consuming a pile of strange dark grey branches. The wise mystic Old Four Eyes was about to tell a tale. A tale of a strange temple. He was a giant toad-like figure with chalk-white skin, black eyes and long black slimy hair. He was wearing a brown dirty cloak. With him around the fire was his 5 young students. All of them - slime monsters.
"Tell us about that strange Temple, before we go, Old Four-eyes!" - Said Bletchmeralda, with a voice that sounded like stepping on screaming mice. She was blind as a bat, and with worms crawling out of her blood red swampy face, each time she spoke. Not a pretty sight - but she was still a darling. Always eager to hear about the ancient tales of Borderland. She clapped her tiny hands..."pleeease!"
"Hmmm....how can I explain" started Old Four-Eyes.
"Once upon a time in a strange wooden temple, with clay faces living in the walls...hmmm.....no..." He stopped.
"In a Borderland far far away trapped in the mind of an ancient nine armed pink tiger....hmmm...no that doesn't work".
"...in a huge bucket full of slime, dwells the living flesh of the walls-to-be...it is here that the Slime Monks found their magic to....hmmm...."
"At night time. Inside the Témphle ôf ûninteñtional Poïntless Purpösé. It is said that you can hear the light of the life essence of the....nah..."
"This Temple......it is place where you can call upon the spirits of Nonsense. A place where you will see your breath crystallise and show you the sound of your future past. A gateway to another dimension. Yet a place which is just wood, stone and slime...a....hmmm....no....I must not say anymore".
The students looked, in stillness, around at each other with wonder, and now and then back at Old Five Eyes. His face and voice seemed to be morphing with each word that came out of his mind. First a blackbird with golden beak. Then a face made of tea-spoons. Then a big mouth. A yellow handbag with antlers and tiny spider eyes. And so on....
"...my friends....this story keeps changing...it is as if I can never grab this fabric of time and make it into words. Perhaps you should go find The Temple of Change yourselves. Yes...that is the way. The Way."
He nodded at them. Threw a handful of strange gravel in the fire, and started chanting. "Fjöööööhhhh....shaAaziiiing....phjoöøØø zh'a'aZiiiïng.....".
All the 7 students got up. They knew it was time. It was time...all along....
The Temple of Unintentional Pointless Purpose (TUPP) is a project made by the creators of The Slimepit and The Monster Battle Arena.
This year not even we, the builders, knows what the result will be. And we are chanting hard to not make a final decision, since the Temple is always in change.
It will be possible to create messages, art, magic, decorations, genitals, masks, animals or other shapes on and into the walls, ceiling and floors of the temple during the Borderland.
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