"A whole lotta things." he says excitedly. "It's called an Archimedes Sphere."
"I have never heard of it before. Is it related at all to a Dyson Sphere?"
"I don't think so. But Archimedes was a great mathematician and inventor of our time."
"I have heard his name in passing but I don't know much about him"
"He is amazing." he says with a smile
"it sounds like you look up to him"
"Every inventor I know does." he says with a smile.
"I'm surprised I don't know him then"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
The ancient knight finishes healing the last animal, a deer with golden glowing horns. He whispers to it in a dead language no one can replicate. The deer seems to nod and then the animals run away
Rag watches from a distance, curious of what he is witnessing, what it is truly about, his hands away from his axe and instead on his lap. A small heat around him turning the air wavy, waiting for what comes next.
The Beastknight stands, his armor creaking as he watches the animals leave. His wings folded behind him still gently glowing with a golden light.
Rag does not move, waiting to be certain the ritual he has witnessed is truly over, although the ground beneath him does begin to turn into magma, causing him to sink slightly.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Every inventor I know does." he says with a smile.
"I'm surprised I don't know him then"
"As am I."
"I'll have to look into him sometime"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
The ancient knight finishes healing the last animal, a deer with golden glowing horns. He whispers to it in a dead language no one can replicate. The deer seems to nod and then the animals run away
Rag watches from a distance, curious of what he is witnessing, what it is truly about, his hands away from his axe and instead on his lap. A small heat around him turning the air wavy, waiting for what comes next.
The Beastknight stands, his armor creaking as he watches the animals leave. His wings folded behind him still gently glowing with a golden light.
Rag does not move, waiting to be certain the ritual he has witnessed is truly over, although the ground beneath him does begin to turn into magma, causing him to sink slightly.
Eventually the Beastknight walks away, not bothered by the magma.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The ancient knight finishes healing the last animal, a deer with golden glowing horns. He whispers to it in a dead language no one can replicate. The deer seems to nod and then the animals run away
Rag watches from a distance, curious of what he is witnessing, what it is truly about, his hands away from his axe and instead on his lap. A small heat around him turning the air wavy, waiting for what comes next.
The Beastknight stands, his armor creaking as he watches the animals leave. His wings folded behind him still gently glowing with a golden light.
Rag does not move, waiting to be certain the ritual he has witnessed is truly over, although the ground beneath him does begin to turn into magma, causing him to sink slightly.
Eventually the Beastknight walks away, not bothered by the magma.
Rag stands up, and does not follow, instead heading to the tavern, certain Beastknight does not like him/
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Every inventor I know does." he says with a smile.
"I'm surprised I don't know him then"
"As am I."
"I'll have to look into him sometime"
He nods. "You should."
"so what is the purpose of the sphere?"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
The ancient knight finishes healing the last animal, a deer with golden glowing horns. He whispers to it in a dead language no one can replicate. The deer seems to nod and then the animals run away
Rag watches from a distance, curious of what he is witnessing, what it is truly about, his hands away from his axe and instead on his lap. A small heat around him turning the air wavy, waiting for what comes next.
The Beastknight stands, his armor creaking as he watches the animals leave. His wings folded behind him still gently glowing with a golden light.
Rag does not move, waiting to be certain the ritual he has witnessed is truly over, although the ground beneath him does begin to turn into magma, causing him to sink slightly.
Eventually the Beastknight walks away, not bothered by the magma.
Rag stands up, and does not follow, instead heading to the tavern, certain Beastknight does not like him/
The Beastknight watches him leave, not trusting him.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There is a grey and green wheelchair in the forest, a large pink-and-green striped canopy over it making it look something like a baby carriage. The old man inside seems to be sleeping among the many complex and unlabeled controls. He can't be seen in the darkness, but his shining glasses rise and fall with his breath and his long legs reach out from the black, his curly-toed shoes sitting upon the footrest between the wheels, which are spoked with what look like articulated mannequin arms. An old wooden sign perched precariously on the canopy reads "Candyman."
*Also, to everyone whos characters know who Theren is, lmk if your interested in seeing his downfall. Cause I have a pm set up for that*
*Bump*
(I would be interested)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
"Every inventor I know does." he says with a smile.
"I'm surprised I don't know him then"
"As am I."
"I'll have to look into him sometime"
He nods. "You should."
"so what is the purpose of the sphere?"
"To do whatever I want."
"That sounds like it would have some blowback if made incorrectly"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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"Every inventor I know does." he says with a smile.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Also, to everyone whos characters know who Theren is, lmk if your interested in seeing his downfall. Cause I have a pm set up for that*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I'm surprised I don't know him then"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"As am I."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Rag does not move, waiting to be certain the ritual he has witnessed is truly over, although the ground beneath him does begin to turn into magma, causing him to sink slightly.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I'll have to look into him sometime"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Eventually the Beastknight walks away, not bothered by the magma.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods. "You should."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Rag stands up, and does not follow, instead heading to the tavern, certain Beastknight does not like him/
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"so what is the purpose of the sphere?"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
The Beastknight watches him leave, not trusting him.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"To do whatever I want."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Bump*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There is a grey and green wheelchair in the forest, a large pink-and-green striped canopy over it making it look something like a baby carriage. The old man inside seems to be sleeping among the many complex and unlabeled controls. He can't be seen in the darkness, but his shining glasses rise and fall with his breath and his long legs reach out from the black, his curly-toed shoes sitting upon the footrest between the wheels, which are spoked with what look like articulated mannequin arms. An old wooden sign perched precariously on the canopy reads "Candyman."
*It'll be a while before I can interact with it*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(I would be interested)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"That sounds like it would have some blowback if made incorrectly"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*kk, adding you now*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Oh most definitely."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
WRONG COPY/PASTE IGNORE THAT
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)