Grand Tour

As soon as you enter the portal, scenes begin to flash before your eyes, a force like a strong wind buffeting you like ocean swells. In instants, you see not only the castle, but much of the world beyond... England, France, the United States, familiar scenes from each flash before you at the speed of though, your brain hardly able to comprehened one before it is whipped away to face another. Faster, faster you go, as though trapped in a madman's vacation slideshow. Then, just as your eyes, streaming from all this abuse, begin to close...

CRASH!

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

pulling the rug

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