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Hollow49

I was listening to this the other day and wondered what Doug would make of it - I imagine that everything in the area of effect turns to stone (immobile but pretty much invulnerable) for the duration. Doug alone remains unchanged, but there could be all kinds of side-effects, from feelings of cold/pain every time he touches something petrified, to becoming completely lost and unable to leave the area of effect ("Can't find my way home") to make things ... interesting.
Quote:
Stone, the world is stone
It's no trick of the light
It's hard on the soul
Stone, the world is stone
Cold to the touch
And hard on the soul
In the grey of the streets
In the neon unknown
I look for a sign
That I'm not on my own
That I'm not here alone
As the still of the night
And the choke of the air
And the winners' delight
And the losers' despair
Closes in left and right
I would love not to care
Stone, the world is stone
From a faraway look
Without stars in my eyes
Through the halls of the rich
And the flats of the poor
Wherever I go
There's no warmth anymore
There's no love anymore
So I turn on my heels
I'm declining the fall
I've had all I can take
With my back to the wall
Tell the world I'm not in
I'm not taking the call
Stone, the world is stone
But I saw it once
With the stars in my eyes
When each colour rang out
In a thunderous chrome
It's no trick of the light
I can't find my way home
In a world of stone

Cold, and, not pain, but a deep depression- not apathy, but strong, enduring melancholy. Loneliness, sadness, the feeling that the world as Doug loved it has been ruined (see the last verse)- everything is dimmer and darker, everything is "hard on the soul", for as long as the song lasts.
Otherwise, I agree totally. Petrification within AOE and chill whenever a petrified object is touched covers it nicely- I just think that the side effect could be so much *deeper* than mere pain.Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines...

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