*I'm not sure how time works in the Smorgasworld, tbh. I think Arch proposed a time skip feature where certain amount of pages equals a year passed, but it never got fully implemented.*
Cogintuis is going to a calender to recall what is so special about tommorow. He had figured keeping track of important events was more Clepsydris's thing.
The Tree exists, it's fruit hanging out for mortals to collect.
Cimex is wandering the world and seeing the preperations. "Big day tommorow, huh? Sure is a good thing I wasn't born a day later. Don't wanna steal the show."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
*I'm not sure how time works in the Smorgasworld, tbh. I think Arch proposed a time skip feature where certain amount of pages equals a year passed, but it never got fully implemented.*
Cogintuis is going to a calender to recall what is so special about tommorow. He had figured keeping track of important events was more Clepsydris's thing.
The Tree exists, it's fruit hanging out for mortals to collect.
Cimex is wandering the world and seeing the preperations. "Big day tommorow, huh? Sure is a good thing I wasn't born a day later. Don't wanna steal the show."
*ive been saying planear year, which is basically a way of translating out of game time into an abstract, in game concept that works. It’s been used in official content*
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
*Happy Birthday. This is going to be a busy post.*
Xezithic, feeling the cosmic energy that resonates with the completion of a planar year, goes to find the tallest peak in the world to mediate of the energies of the world,hoping to gain some much needed clarity for it's troubled collective. The five elemental children temporarily cease their conflicts in honor of this day.
That mountain just happens to belong to The Artist, nearing the atmosphere. Even further above is a swirling storm. But not of the elements. Of creation and destruction, entropy swirling round and round. In the eye of the storm, a small tear in reality lies
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"Heat water in an enclosed space. Because it expands, it doesn't have much room. When released, it comes out high pressured, with enough force to move a turbine or push a piston. This motion makes the drive wheel rotate, which in turn power's the engine. Am I right? I'm not even a will of the forge by the way."
“That is the most simplistic way I’ve ever heard it described.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
*Happy Birthday. This is going to be a busy post.*
Xezithic, feeling the cosmic energy that resonates with the completion of a planar year, goes to find the tallest peak in the world to mediate of the energies of the world,hoping to gain some much needed clarity for it's troubled collective. The five elemental children temporarily cease their conflicts in honor of this day.
That mountain just happens to belong to The Artist, nearing the atmosphere. Even further above is a swirling storm. But not of the elements. Of creation and destruction, entropy swirling round and round. In the eye of the storm, a small tear in reality lies
The Primordial Aboleth glides over to the peak, watching the swirling storm in silent contemplation.
"Heat water in an enclosed space. Because it expands, it doesn't have much room. When released, it comes out high pressured, with enough force to move a turbine or push a piston. This motion makes the drive wheel rotate, which in turn power's the engine. Am I right? I'm not even a will of the forge by the way."
“That is the most simplistic way I’ve ever heard it described.”
"I'm not taking the time out of my day to describe it in detail. I have more important things to do, like t̷̫̗̹͕͉͖͍͇̬̩̞̙̜̖͖̄̃̑͊̀ȩ̵̨̨̧̧͈̥̫͇̱͍̞̟͕̖͙͚̺͙͙̝̠̼͓̻͖̮̮͙̱͓̦͕̮̞͙͓̭̹̣̗̫̭̭̙͍͔̟̼͖̥̮͇̝̟̼̉̑̍̈̐́͒̾́͆̈́̓̊̂͘͝ͅą̴̨̡̛͈͚̮̺̟̺̪͉̹̺̺͇̞̞̲͇͉̲̰̼̦̙̫̞͈̥̰̙̩͖̖̺͖̺̇͑̓́̈́̀́͊͐́̏̌̍͋̆̇̌͛̄̂̉̐̆̎͛̔͑̉͆͒̊͋̒̈́̽̾̂̅͒̊̉͘̕̚͜͜͝͠r̷̨̢̢̢̳̖̞̞͈̹̣̖͕͉̟̼̯̜̳̰̤̜̗͕͇͈͉̳͍͓̯͙̯̙̼̯͖̫͑́̉̋̽͋̑̋̓̽̓̕͘̚͜͜͠͝ͅͅi̶̢̧̫̫̟̼̟͖͍̠̭̱͇̙͚̳̬̦̮̥̖̺͍̼̪̣̠͖͖̯̟̠̼̭͉͕̖̝̦̞̙̼̰̜͖̥̰͐̒̈́̀͗͋͋͒̆̔́͘̕͜͜͜͠ͅͅn̷̡̡̗͖̯̦͙̖̻͚͈̥̣̤̱̗̦̳̜͓͖̱͈̙̭̗̰̮̗̣͆̊͆̾͒̃͛͆́̋̾̆̊̿̋̒̇̀̃͌̀͊̕̚͜͜͝ͅg̴̫͎̭̫̲͖͎͚̝̳̬̳̫͆͒̉͂̐͛͋̈́͑̏͌̍̿̚͘͠͝ͅ ̴͎͉̖͍̻̺́̔̾̌̓̀̐́̉͋̈̏̓̉̏̓̈́̉̾͒̔̃̄͋͑̋͝͠ͅt̴̨̧͕̩̖̲̩̻̺̠͇͓̙̩̼̜̞͚͈͓̠̝̯̟̱̟̒́̽̒̈́̽̌͑͂͆͗̅̓̍͋̊̅̃̀̄͌͋͋͒̇̂̄͌͛̆̔̿͑̀͑̓̽͆̂̔̈́͘͘̚͘͘͝͝ḩ̴̡̛̪̯̜̥̦̟̹͚̬̼̣̪̝͎͉̲̙̣̠̼̖̭͍̬͇̊̐̊̊̏̍́̔̓͊͘̕͜ẽ̷̡̛̳͔̗͓̼̬̭̖̮̘̰̭̯̟͖͓̯͕̝̪͚̹̦̱̜̄̄̓̃͑̉̅̓̄͂͗͒͛̔̃͑̊̂̈́̎͛̿̊̈̐͒̒̄̄͌̀́̀̍́̇̐̀̇̒̈̆̈́̒̿̐͛̚̕̕͠ͅͅ ̸̺͇̯͎̳͕͂̓̿̀̄̄́̈́̄͆̈̓͌̾̊̇̀̚̚̚͜͝͠v̵̧̧̩̘̝̼̟̼͊̒̊͘e̶̡̥̻̥̖͇̿ř̶̪̩̪͓̱̯͈͓̓̀̇̄̅̌̆̔̍̇̈́̏́͋͑̈̌͗̃̂̍̌̈́̃̉͒̐͗́͛͊̈͒̓̏̀́̓̌̇̇̂́̄̍́̕͘͝͝͠͝͝y̶̨̢̨̢̨̡̛̛̭̺̟̞͉͖̝͎̜̱̫̻͚̘̘͚̭̳̲̮͚̟̟̻̓̈́̇̌̉̿̄̌͊͒͝ͅ ̷̧̧͔͔̟̻͙͖͔̺͇̥̮͕͙͓͈̣͖̘̞̱̀̒̎̒̾́̓͑̐̿̽̂͋̃̏̒̓͂͗́́̿̅̑̓̓̾̾̈́̃̈́̈́̀̽̚͘͘͘͘͘͘̕͠͝͝͝f̸̛̮̝̦͎̯͍͙͎̫̜̥̜̠͓͙͓͑̉̎̓͑͑͛̇̄͒̉̊͐̅͛̓̍̈́̎̽̒͊̔̐̽̋̅͊̍̿̈́̄́̈́͛̆̑́̐̿̉̕̚̚̕͜͝͠ͅą̶̢̢̨̧̠̟̘̺͎̗̘̼̹̲̻̤̼̖̱̩͓̤͈̖͎̻̗̼̦̦̫̗̻̝̱͉̝̺̖̗̫̍̄̍͒̑̒̐̄̐̈́̍͗̏̈́̃̂̅̆̇̍̾͊̍̀̑̀̾́̅͂̒̈́͆̔͗͘̚͘͜͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅb̶̨̢̡̡̛̛̛̛̺͚̖̺̬̥̖̥̟͈̙̬͚͖̟̯͓̗͓̺̤̝͚̥̥̾͆͑̋͛̇̃̋̈́̓̑̏̓̉̉̋̌̂̽̊̀̓̎̌̐̈̎̔͗̾̋̈́̽̔̉̿͋́́͗̚̚̕ͅȑ̷̛̼͓͇̩͉͚͈̫̪̆͛͑́̔͂̀͋̌̆̈́̇̊̆̕͠i̴̢̢̙̜͎̘̠͓̯̣̣̞͉̰̞̭͙͔̙̯̙͚͗́̑́̒̑͌̈́͐͊͌̒́͐̂͋̎͂̏ĉ̴̨̢̨̢̧̡̡͖̳͈̖̗̖̝̮̤̩̹͖̥̰̗̞̳̟̠̗̦̞͍͇͎̰̙͖͎͕̣̰̹̲̦̮̗͔͉̝̦͉̣̩̹͉̺͈̔͗͛̇͗̿̐̑͒̌͐͌̔̆̌͑͜͠ ̸̨̡̧̫̺͕̯̫̼͈̖͉̲̮͙͉͔̬̟̯̜̭͎̠̠̮̩͉̖͈̼̜͉̜̫̹̥̣̯̦̈́͜͠ͅo̶̧̢̨̟̤͕͎̹̪̼͕͓͈̲̣͓̩̳͍͕͉̹̹̜̩̤͚̗̫͇̳͓̼̮̮͍̞̲̳̤͇̪̞͐͋̃̌̈̊̅́̇̒͒͆̊̒͊̅̐́̌̾̌͌̈́́̈́̂͐̉̑̿̀̓̀̾̈́͆̉̎̉̚͘͘̚͜͝͝ͅͅf̸̡̡̡̢̡̡̛̻͈̘͉̬͍͓̬̲͙̹̤̹̯͎͕̦̥̲͍̥̱̹̬̩̭͙̪̄̇̈́̓́̅̈̀̈́̂̋͊͒̒̎͊̀̂̈̅̔̋̽́͋̊̉̀̇̊̋̋́̀͂́̎͗͂͘̕̚̚͘͜͝͝ͅͅͅ ̸̡̣͙̱͚̯̻̬̬͈͖̠̗̟̰͈̗͈̗̜̝̼̥͙͎̬̺̱̣̫̬̳̋̃̿͐̋̇̉̓͆̂̔̚̚͠r̴̡̨͎͈͉̻̱̣͈̳̦̬̩̠͖͎̰̰̰̻̲̝̺̻͍͈̦̣̝͎̖̭̙̮̯̘̠̥̱̥̣̙͕͔̈́̆̑̊̈́͐̉̌̃̽͂̒͌̏̓̕̚͜͝͝ȩ̴̡̛̗̟͕̞̦̯͕̣̻̬̹̰̥̣̤̱̭̦̯͇͂̇͒̔͂̉̉̀̊́̎̌̈́͗͐̾̉̿͂̅̈́̅̑̀̈̓͘̕̕̕̚͜͜͜͝͠͠͠͝ͅa̴̛̛̟̻͙̋͒̽̏̑̋́͆̽̑̎̐̽̃̈́͂͊̓̅̌̈́̆̅̽͒̈́͗̊̋̈̂̈́̂̚̕̕͘̚͜͠͠͝͝͠͝͠ļ̶̨̡̛̛̳̗̦̙̹͙͓͙͉̲̯̳̣̭̲̯͕͎͔̟̮͙͚̭̠̼͙̘̞͈͎̱̮͔̖͆̈̈͋̈͆͒̇́̉̆͌͛͑̇̈́͗̀̍̈́͛͌́̋̊̂̿͊̈̓̈́̆̀̓̆̕͘͝͝͝͠͠͝͝ͅį̴̨̨̤̜͎̭̖͚͔̤̩̹̟͔̫̬̯͙̯͕͙̤̗̲͇̟̒̽̋̐̋̅̂̽̈̅̔͝ț̴̱̱͇̱̹̥̙͇͚̲̽́͂̍̆̾̽͑͗̔̎̾̽̍̐̒͛͛͂̊̑̌́͌̄̚͠͠͠y̶̡̨̧̧̧̨̼̙̗͎͓̝̻̫̬̖͈̺͖̜̹͈̫̳͓̘͍͙̖̤̾͛̑̉̐͑̆̾̀̄̋̀̓͑̃̈́̂̈́̈́̈̅̐̂̆̈́̎̕͘͠͝͝͝ ̶̨̢̡̫̝̟̭̭͚̗̙̘̙̖̙̰̲̿̈́́̈́̂͂͛̆̏̎̐͛̀́͘ͅi̵̡̧̧̫̖͍̬͈͈̘͕̰̖̦̻̅̆̈̐̋̏̈́͆͒̓̏̊̒̆̂̀̎̀͒̑͒̽̇̀̐̃̑͊͑̒̃̓̎͋̑̾́͆̕͘͘̚͘̚͘͝͝͠ṯ̸̢̭̲͙͗̔̅̈́̀̅́͗̅̄̌̒̎͗͑̎͗̃̍̍͑͘͝ş̶̯͇̰̯̼̻̣̘̦̫̼̩͖̯͍̣̼̞͉͙͚͆͊̀̊̈̎̍̃̊́̇́̀̽͊͐́̍̾͑̿͑͑̈́̂̎̏͂̐̀̐̓̅̉̃̐̈̊̊̕̕̕͜͜͝͝ͅe̷̢̧̲̬͎̫̰̤̭̼̝̲̰̝̲͖̗̻̘̯̝̩̙̯͔͐́͒̿̍̈́̃͋̊͘͜͜͝ͅļ̴̢͖̬͇̺̬̜̤̦͙͎̞̅̇̽͗͂͋͜f̸̧̨̨̛͓͓͍̣̤̦̖̹̤̦̹͕̳̮̬̞͈̩̜̤̖͕̘̗̻̦̘͍̗̺̝̙̗̯̻̭͊̾̈́̓̓͋̇̓͊̽͐͆͌̈́́̅͌͐̃̉̄͑̄̽̄̏́͋̀̑̍͂͘̚̕͜͠͝͝͝ͅ ̶̨̣͍͈̳͎̈́̇̋̀̒͂̈́̿͗̔̄̊̇͒̿̔̂̈́̋̐͌̈́̔͌̐͑̓͂̍̊͐̍̑̌̀̄̓̒̍́̌̾̈́̈́̄̕̕͘͘̚͝͝͠ͅ ."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*Happy Birthday. This is going to be a busy post.*
Xezithic, feeling the cosmic energy that resonates with the completion of a planar year, goes to find the tallest peak in the world to mediate of the energies of the world,hoping to gain some much needed clarity for it's troubled collective. The five elemental children temporarily cease their conflicts in honor of this day.
That mountain just happens to belong to The Artist, nearing the atmosphere. Even further above is a swirling storm. But not of the elements. Of creation and destruction, entropy swirling round and round. In the eye of the storm, a small tear in reality lies
The Primordial Aboleth glides over to the peak, watching the swirling storm in silent contemplation.
The Artist notices it "You like it? It's my greatest piece art yet."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*I'm not sure how time works in the Smorgasworld, tbh. I think Arch proposed a time skip feature where certain amount of pages equals a year passed, but it never got fully implemented.*
Cogintuis is going to a calender to recall what is so special about tommorow. He had figured keeping track of important events was more Clepsydris's thing.
The Tree exists, it's fruit hanging out for mortals to collect.
Cimex is wandering the world and seeing the preperations. "Big day tommorow, huh? Sure is a good thing I wasn't born a day later. Don't wanna steal the show."
*ive been saying planear year, which is basically a way of translating out of game time into an abstract, in game concept that works. It’s been used in official content*
*That works*
Cog, surprised to see the occasion, declares today (edited) an official holiday where nobody has to work or go to school. Not a single citizen disagrees with this besides some greedy business owners that everyone ignores. He begins to gather a committee to assemble a celebration.
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*Happy Birthday. This is going to be a busy post.*
Xezithic, feeling the cosmic energy that resonates with the completion of a planar year, goes to find the tallest peak in the world to mediate of the energies of the world,hoping to gain some much needed clarity for it's troubled collective. The five elemental children temporarily cease their conflicts in honor of this day.
That mountain just happens to belong to The Artist, nearing the atmosphere. Even further above is a swirling storm. But not of the elements. Of creation and destruction, entropy swirling round and round. In the eye of the storm, a small tear in reality lies
The Primordial Aboleth glides over to the peak, watching the swirling storm in silent contemplation.
The Artist notices it "You like it? It's my greatest piece art yet."
"It is a marvelous display, yes. The churning of primordial forces of creation and destruction, unabated by the abstract influences of will, thought, moral....simply....being." The Aboleth speaks out in a voice that echoes with the sounds of clashing elements.
*Happy Birthday. This is going to be a busy post.*
Xezithic, feeling the cosmic energy that resonates with the completion of a planar year, goes to find the tallest peak in the world to mediate of the energies of the world,hoping to gain some much needed clarity for it's troubled collective. The five elemental children temporarily cease their conflicts in honor of this day.
That mountain just happens to belong to The Artist, nearing the atmosphere. Even further above is a swirling storm. But not of the elements. Of creation and destruction, entropy swirling round and round. In the eye of the storm, a small tear in reality lies
The Primordial Aboleth glides over to the peak, watching the swirling storm in silent contemplation.
The Artist notices it "You like it? It's my greatest piece art yet."
"It is a marvelous display, yes. The churning of primordial forces of creation and destruction, unabated by the abstract influences of will, thought, moral....simply....being." The Aboleth speaks out in a voice that echoes with the sounds of clashing elements.
"Glad you can appreciate it. If there's something I truly love, it's unrestrained chaos. Some people call me crazy for it, but madness is quite fun. Don't you agree?"
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"Glad you can appreciate it. If there's something I truly love, it's unrestrained chaos. Some people call me crazy for it, but madness is quite fun. Don't you agree?"
"If one can embrace it, yes. For me, it's a momentary distraction from my turmoil."
"Heat water in an enclosed space. Because it expands, it doesn't have much room. When released, it comes out high pressured, with enough force to move a turbine or push a piston. This motion makes the drive wheel rotate, which in turn power's the engine. Am I right? I'm not even a will of the forge by the way."
“That is the most simplistic way I’ve ever heard it described.”
"I'm not taking the time out of my day to describe it in detail. I have more important things to do, like t̷̫̗̹͕͉͖͍͇̬̩̞̙̜̖͖̄̃̑͊̀ȩ̵̨̨̧̧͈̥̫͇̱͍̞̟͕̖͙͚̺͙͙̝̠̼͓̻͖̮̮͙̱͓̦͕̮̞͙͓̭̹̣̗̫̭̭̙͍͔̟̼͖̥̮͇̝̟̼̉̑̍̈̐́͒̾́͆̈́̓̊̂͘͝ͅą̴̨̡̛͈͚̮̺̟̺̪͉̹̺̺͇̞̞̲͇͉̲̰̼̦̙̫̞͈̥̰̙̩͖̖̺͖̺̇͑̓́̈́̀́͊͐́̏̌̍͋̆̇̌͛̄̂̉̐̆̎͛̔͑̉͆͒̊͋̒̈́̽̾̂̅͒̊̉͘̕̚͜͜͝͠r̷̨̢̢̢̳̖̞̞͈̹̣̖͕͉̟̼̯̜̳̰̤̜̗͕͇͈͉̳͍͓̯͙̯̙̼̯͖̫͑́̉̋̽͋̑̋̓̽̓̕͘̚͜͜͠͝ͅͅi̶̢̧̫̫̟̼̟͖͍̠̭̱͇̙͚̳̬̦̮̥̖̺͍̼̪̣̠͖͖̯̟̠̼̭͉͕̖̝̦̞̙̼̰̜͖̥̰͐̒̈́̀͗͋͋͒̆̔́͘̕͜͜͜͠ͅͅn̷̡̡̗͖̯̦͙̖̻͚͈̥̣̤̱̗̦̳̜͓͖̱͈̙̭̗̰̮̗̣͆̊͆̾͒̃͛͆́̋̾̆̊̿̋̒̇̀̃͌̀͊̕̚͜͜͝ͅg̴̫͎̭̫̲͖͎͚̝̳̬̳̫͆͒̉͂̐͛͋̈́͑̏͌̍̿̚͘͠͝ͅ ̴͎͉̖͍̻̺́̔̾̌̓̀̐́̉͋̈̏̓̉̏̓̈́̉̾͒̔̃̄͋͑̋͝͠ͅt̴̨̧͕̩̖̲̩̻̺̠͇͓̙̩̼̜̞͚͈͓̠̝̯̟̱̟̒́̽̒̈́̽̌͑͂͆͗̅̓̍͋̊̅̃̀̄͌͋͋͒̇̂̄͌͛̆̔̿͑̀͑̓̽͆̂̔̈́͘͘̚͘͘͝͝ḩ̴̡̛̪̯̜̥̦̟̹͚̬̼̣̪̝͎͉̲̙̣̠̼̖̭͍̬͇̊̐̊̊̏̍́̔̓͊͘̕͜ẽ̷̡̛̳͔̗͓̼̬̭̖̮̘̰̭̯̟͖͓̯͕̝̪͚̹̦̱̜̄̄̓̃͑̉̅̓̄͂͗͒͛̔̃͑̊̂̈́̎͛̿̊̈̐͒̒̄̄͌̀́̀̍́̇̐̀̇̒̈̆̈́̒̿̐͛̚̕̕͠ͅͅ ̸̺͇̯͎̳͕͂̓̿̀̄̄́̈́̄͆̈̓͌̾̊̇̀̚̚̚͜͝͠v̵̧̧̩̘̝̼̟̼͊̒̊͘e̶̡̥̻̥̖͇̿ř̶̪̩̪͓̱̯͈͓̓̀̇̄̅̌̆̔̍̇̈́̏́͋͑̈̌͗̃̂̍̌̈́̃̉͒̐͗́͛͊̈͒̓̏̀́̓̌̇̇̂́̄̍́̕͘͝͝͠͝͝y̶̨̢̨̢̨̡̛̛̭̺̟̞͉͖̝͎̜̱̫̻͚̘̘͚̭̳̲̮͚̟̟̻̓̈́̇̌̉̿̄̌͊͒͝ͅ ̷̧̧͔͔̟̻͙͖͔̺͇̥̮͕͙͓͈̣͖̘̞̱̀̒̎̒̾́̓͑̐̿̽̂͋̃̏̒̓͂͗́́̿̅̑̓̓̾̾̈́̃̈́̈́̀̽̚͘͘͘͘͘͘̕͠͝͝͝f̸̛̮̝̦͎̯͍͙͎̫̜̥̜̠͓͙͓͑̉̎̓͑͑͛̇̄͒̉̊͐̅͛̓̍̈́̎̽̒͊̔̐̽̋̅͊̍̿̈́̄́̈́͛̆̑́̐̿̉̕̚̚̕͜͝͠ͅą̶̢̢̨̧̠̟̘̺͎̗̘̼̹̲̻̤̼̖̱̩͓̤͈̖͎̻̗̼̦̦̫̗̻̝̱͉̝̺̖̗̫̍̄̍͒̑̒̐̄̐̈́̍͗̏̈́̃̂̅̆̇̍̾͊̍̀̑̀̾́̅͂̒̈́͆̔͗͘̚͘͜͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅb̶̨̢̡̡̛̛̛̛̺͚̖̺̬̥̖̥̟͈̙̬͚͖̟̯͓̗͓̺̤̝͚̥̥̾͆͑̋͛̇̃̋̈́̓̑̏̓̉̉̋̌̂̽̊̀̓̎̌̐̈̎̔͗̾̋̈́̽̔̉̿͋́́͗̚̚̕ͅȑ̷̛̼͓͇̩͉͚͈̫̪̆͛͑́̔͂̀͋̌̆̈́̇̊̆̕͠i̴̢̢̙̜͎̘̠͓̯̣̣̞͉̰̞̭͙͔̙̯̙͚͗́̑́̒̑͌̈́͐͊͌̒́͐̂͋̎͂̏ĉ̴̨̢̨̢̧̡̡͖̳͈̖̗̖̝̮̤̩̹͖̥̰̗̞̳̟̠̗̦̞͍͇͎̰̙͖͎͕̣̰̹̲̦̮̗͔͉̝̦͉̣̩̹͉̺͈̔͗͛̇͗̿̐̑͒̌͐͌̔̆̌͑͜͠ ̸̨̡̧̫̺͕̯̫̼͈̖͉̲̮͙͉͔̬̟̯̜̭͎̠̠̮̩͉̖͈̼̜͉̜̫̹̥̣̯̦̈́͜͠ͅo̶̧̢̨̟̤͕͎̹̪̼͕͓͈̲̣͓̩̳͍͕͉̹̹̜̩̤͚̗̫͇̳͓̼̮̮͍̞̲̳̤͇̪̞͐͋̃̌̈̊̅́̇̒͒͆̊̒͊̅̐́̌̾̌͌̈́́̈́̂͐̉̑̿̀̓̀̾̈́͆̉̎̉̚͘͘̚͜͝͝ͅͅf̸̡̡̡̢̡̡̛̻͈̘͉̬͍͓̬̲͙̹̤̹̯͎͕̦̥̲͍̥̱̹̬̩̭͙̪̄̇̈́̓́̅̈̀̈́̂̋͊͒̒̎͊̀̂̈̅̔̋̽́͋̊̉̀̇̊̋̋́̀͂́̎͗͂͘̕̚̚͘͜͝͝ͅͅͅ ̸̡̣͙̱͚̯̻̬̬͈͖̠̗̟̰͈̗͈̗̜̝̼̥͙͎̬̺̱̣̫̬̳̋̃̿͐̋̇̉̓͆̂̔̚̚͠r̴̡̨͎͈͉̻̱̣͈̳̦̬̩̠͖͎̰̰̰̻̲̝̺̻͍͈̦̣̝͎̖̭̙̮̯̘̠̥̱̥̣̙͕͔̈́̆̑̊̈́͐̉̌̃̽͂̒͌̏̓̕̚͜͝͝ȩ̴̡̛̗̟͕̞̦̯͕̣̻̬̹̰̥̣̤̱̭̦̯͇͂̇͒̔͂̉̉̀̊́̎̌̈́͗͐̾̉̿͂̅̈́̅̑̀̈̓͘̕̕̕̚͜͜͜͝͠͠͠͝ͅa̴̛̛̟̻͙̋͒̽̏̑̋́͆̽̑̎̐̽̃̈́͂͊̓̅̌̈́̆̅̽͒̈́͗̊̋̈̂̈́̂̚̕̕͘̚͜͠͠͝͝͠͝͠ļ̶̨̡̛̛̳̗̦̙̹͙͓͙͉̲̯̳̣̭̲̯͕͎͔̟̮͙͚̭̠̼͙̘̞͈͎̱̮͔̖͆̈̈͋̈͆͒̇́̉̆͌͛͑̇̈́͗̀̍̈́͛͌́̋̊̂̿͊̈̓̈́̆̀̓̆̕͘͝͝͝͠͠͝͝ͅį̴̨̨̤̜͎̭̖͚͔̤̩̹̟͔̫̬̯͙̯͕͙̤̗̲͇̟̒̽̋̐̋̅̂̽̈̅̔͝ț̴̱̱͇̱̹̥̙͇͚̲̽́͂̍̆̾̽͑͗̔̎̾̽̍̐̒͛͛͂̊̑̌́͌̄̚͠͠͠y̶̡̨̧̧̧̨̼̙̗͎͓̝̻̫̬̖͈̺͖̜̹͈̫̳͓̘͍͙̖̤̾͛̑̉̐͑̆̾̀̄̋̀̓͑̃̈́̂̈́̈́̈̅̐̂̆̈́̎̕͘͠͝͝͝ ̶̨̢̡̫̝̟̭̭͚̗̙̘̙̖̙̰̲̿̈́́̈́̂͂͛̆̏̎̐͛̀́͘ͅi̵̡̧̧̫̖͍̬͈͈̘͕̰̖̦̻̅̆̈̐̋̏̈́͆͒̓̏̊̒̆̂̀̎̀͒̑͒̽̇̀̐̃̑͊͑̒̃̓̎͋̑̾́͆̕͘͘̚͘̚͘͝͝͠ṯ̸̢̭̲͙͗̔̅̈́̀̅́͗̅̄̌̒̎͗͑̎͗̃̍̍͑͘͝ş̶̯͇̰̯̼̻̣̘̦̫̼̩͖̯͍̣̼̞͉͙͚͆͊̀̊̈̎̍̃̊́̇́̀̽͊͐́̍̾͑̿͑͑̈́̂̎̏͂̐̀̐̓̅̉̃̐̈̊̊̕̕̕͜͜͝͝ͅe̷̢̧̲̬͎̫̰̤̭̼̝̲̰̝̲͖̗̻̘̯̝̩̙̯͔͐́͒̿̍̈́̃͋̊͘͜͜͝ͅļ̴̢͖̬͇̺̬̜̤̦͙͎̞̅̇̽͗͂͋͜f̸̧̨̨̛͓͓͍̣̤̦̖̹̤̦̹͕̳̮̬̞͈̩̜̤̖͕̘̗̻̦̘͍̗̺̝̙̗̯̻̭͊̾̈́̓̓͋̇̓͊̽͐͆͌̈́́̅͌͐̃̉̄͑̄̽̄̏́͋̀̑̍͂͘̚̕͜͠͝͝͝ͅ ̶̨̣͍͈̳͎̈́̇̋̀̒͂̈́̿͗̔̄̊̇͒̿̔̂̈́̋̐͌̈́̔͌̐͑̓͂̍̊͐̍̑̌̀̄̓̒̍́̌̾̈́̈́̄̕̕͘͘̚͝͝͠ͅ ."
“Mmm, i do think stability and order is overrated.”
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"Heat water in an enclosed space. Because it expands, it doesn't have much room. When released, it comes out high pressured, with enough force to move a turbine or push a piston. This motion makes the drive wheel rotate, which in turn power's the engine. Am I right? I'm not even a will of the forge by the way."
“That is the most simplistic way I’ve ever heard it described.”
"I'm not taking the time out of my day to describe it in detail. I have more important things to do, like t̷̫̗̹͕͉͖͍͇̬̩̞̙̜̖͖̄̃̑͊̀ȩ̵̨̨̧̧͈̥̫͇̱͍̞̟͕̖͙͚̺͙͙̝̠̼͓̻͖̮̮͙̱͓̦͕̮̞͙͓̭̹̣̗̫̭̭̙͍͔̟̼͖̥̮͇̝̟̼̉̑̍̈̐́͒̾́͆̈́̓̊̂͘͝ͅą̴̨̡̛͈͚̮̺̟̺̪͉̹̺̺͇̞̞̲͇͉̲̰̼̦̙̫̞͈̥̰̙̩͖̖̺͖̺̇͑̓́̈́̀́͊͐́̏̌̍͋̆̇̌͛̄̂̉̐̆̎͛̔͑̉͆͒̊͋̒̈́̽̾̂̅͒̊̉͘̕̚͜͜͝͠r̷̨̢̢̢̳̖̞̞͈̹̣̖͕͉̟̼̯̜̳̰̤̜̗͕͇͈͉̳͍͓̯͙̯̙̼̯͖̫͑́̉̋̽͋̑̋̓̽̓̕͘̚͜͜͠͝ͅͅi̶̢̧̫̫̟̼̟͖͍̠̭̱͇̙͚̳̬̦̮̥̖̺͍̼̪̣̠͖͖̯̟̠̼̭͉͕̖̝̦̞̙̼̰̜͖̥̰͐̒̈́̀͗͋͋͒̆̔́͘̕͜͜͜͠ͅͅn̷̡̡̗͖̯̦͙̖̻͚͈̥̣̤̱̗̦̳̜͓͖̱͈̙̭̗̰̮̗̣͆̊͆̾͒̃͛͆́̋̾̆̊̿̋̒̇̀̃͌̀͊̕̚͜͜͝ͅg̴̫͎̭̫̲͖͎͚̝̳̬̳̫͆͒̉͂̐͛͋̈́͑̏͌̍̿̚͘͠͝ͅ ̴͎͉̖͍̻̺́̔̾̌̓̀̐́̉͋̈̏̓̉̏̓̈́̉̾͒̔̃̄͋͑̋͝͠ͅt̴̨̧͕̩̖̲̩̻̺̠͇͓̙̩̼̜̞͚͈͓̠̝̯̟̱̟̒́̽̒̈́̽̌͑͂͆͗̅̓̍͋̊̅̃̀̄͌͋͋͒̇̂̄͌͛̆̔̿͑̀͑̓̽͆̂̔̈́͘͘̚͘͘͝͝ḩ̴̡̛̪̯̜̥̦̟̹͚̬̼̣̪̝͎͉̲̙̣̠̼̖̭͍̬͇̊̐̊̊̏̍́̔̓͊͘̕͜ẽ̷̡̛̳͔̗͓̼̬̭̖̮̘̰̭̯̟͖͓̯͕̝̪͚̹̦̱̜̄̄̓̃͑̉̅̓̄͂͗͒͛̔̃͑̊̂̈́̎͛̿̊̈̐͒̒̄̄͌̀́̀̍́̇̐̀̇̒̈̆̈́̒̿̐͛̚̕̕͠ͅͅ ̸̺͇̯͎̳͕͂̓̿̀̄̄́̈́̄͆̈̓͌̾̊̇̀̚̚̚͜͝͠v̵̧̧̩̘̝̼̟̼͊̒̊͘e̶̡̥̻̥̖͇̿ř̶̪̩̪͓̱̯͈͓̓̀̇̄̅̌̆̔̍̇̈́̏́͋͑̈̌͗̃̂̍̌̈́̃̉͒̐͗́͛͊̈͒̓̏̀́̓̌̇̇̂́̄̍́̕͘͝͝͠͝͝y̶̨̢̨̢̨̡̛̛̭̺̟̞͉͖̝͎̜̱̫̻͚̘̘͚̭̳̲̮͚̟̟̻̓̈́̇̌̉̿̄̌͊͒͝ͅ ̷̧̧͔͔̟̻͙͖͔̺͇̥̮͕͙͓͈̣͖̘̞̱̀̒̎̒̾́̓͑̐̿̽̂͋̃̏̒̓͂͗́́̿̅̑̓̓̾̾̈́̃̈́̈́̀̽̚͘͘͘͘͘͘̕͠͝͝͝f̸̛̮̝̦͎̯͍͙͎̫̜̥̜̠͓͙͓͑̉̎̓͑͑͛̇̄͒̉̊͐̅͛̓̍̈́̎̽̒͊̔̐̽̋̅͊̍̿̈́̄́̈́͛̆̑́̐̿̉̕̚̚̕͜͝͠ͅą̶̢̢̨̧̠̟̘̺͎̗̘̼̹̲̻̤̼̖̱̩͓̤͈̖͎̻̗̼̦̦̫̗̻̝̱͉̝̺̖̗̫̍̄̍͒̑̒̐̄̐̈́̍͗̏̈́̃̂̅̆̇̍̾͊̍̀̑̀̾́̅͂̒̈́͆̔͗͘̚͘͜͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅb̶̨̢̡̡̛̛̛̛̺͚̖̺̬̥̖̥̟͈̙̬͚͖̟̯͓̗͓̺̤̝͚̥̥̾͆͑̋͛̇̃̋̈́̓̑̏̓̉̉̋̌̂̽̊̀̓̎̌̐̈̎̔͗̾̋̈́̽̔̉̿͋́́͗̚̚̕ͅȑ̷̛̼͓͇̩͉͚͈̫̪̆͛͑́̔͂̀͋̌̆̈́̇̊̆̕͠i̴̢̢̙̜͎̘̠͓̯̣̣̞͉̰̞̭͙͔̙̯̙͚͗́̑́̒̑͌̈́͐͊͌̒́͐̂͋̎͂̏ĉ̴̨̢̨̢̧̡̡͖̳͈̖̗̖̝̮̤̩̹͖̥̰̗̞̳̟̠̗̦̞͍͇͎̰̙͖͎͕̣̰̹̲̦̮̗͔͉̝̦͉̣̩̹͉̺͈̔͗͛̇͗̿̐̑͒̌͐͌̔̆̌͑͜͠ ̸̨̡̧̫̺͕̯̫̼͈̖͉̲̮͙͉͔̬̟̯̜̭͎̠̠̮̩͉̖͈̼̜͉̜̫̹̥̣̯̦̈́͜͠ͅo̶̧̢̨̟̤͕͎̹̪̼͕͓͈̲̣͓̩̳͍͕͉̹̹̜̩̤͚̗̫͇̳͓̼̮̮͍̞̲̳̤͇̪̞͐͋̃̌̈̊̅́̇̒͒͆̊̒͊̅̐́̌̾̌͌̈́́̈́̂͐̉̑̿̀̓̀̾̈́͆̉̎̉̚͘͘̚͜͝͝ͅͅf̸̡̡̡̢̡̡̛̻͈̘͉̬͍͓̬̲͙̹̤̹̯͎͕̦̥̲͍̥̱̹̬̩̭͙̪̄̇̈́̓́̅̈̀̈́̂̋͊͒̒̎͊̀̂̈̅̔̋̽́͋̊̉̀̇̊̋̋́̀͂́̎͗͂͘̕̚̚͘͜͝͝ͅͅͅ ̸̡̣͙̱͚̯̻̬̬͈͖̠̗̟̰͈̗͈̗̜̝̼̥͙͎̬̺̱̣̫̬̳̋̃̿͐̋̇̉̓͆̂̔̚̚͠r̴̡̨͎͈͉̻̱̣͈̳̦̬̩̠͖͎̰̰̰̻̲̝̺̻͍͈̦̣̝͎̖̭̙̮̯̘̠̥̱̥̣̙͕͔̈́̆̑̊̈́͐̉̌̃̽͂̒͌̏̓̕̚͜͝͝ȩ̴̡̛̗̟͕̞̦̯͕̣̻̬̹̰̥̣̤̱̭̦̯͇͂̇͒̔͂̉̉̀̊́̎̌̈́͗͐̾̉̿͂̅̈́̅̑̀̈̓͘̕̕̕̚͜͜͜͝͠͠͠͝ͅa̴̛̛̟̻͙̋͒̽̏̑̋́͆̽̑̎̐̽̃̈́͂͊̓̅̌̈́̆̅̽͒̈́͗̊̋̈̂̈́̂̚̕̕͘̚͜͠͠͝͝͠͝͠ļ̶̨̡̛̛̳̗̦̙̹͙͓͙͉̲̯̳̣̭̲̯͕͎͔̟̮͙͚̭̠̼͙̘̞͈͎̱̮͔̖͆̈̈͋̈͆͒̇́̉̆͌͛͑̇̈́͗̀̍̈́͛͌́̋̊̂̿͊̈̓̈́̆̀̓̆̕͘͝͝͝͠͠͝͝ͅį̴̨̨̤̜͎̭̖͚͔̤̩̹̟͔̫̬̯͙̯͕͙̤̗̲͇̟̒̽̋̐̋̅̂̽̈̅̔͝ț̴̱̱͇̱̹̥̙͇͚̲̽́͂̍̆̾̽͑͗̔̎̾̽̍̐̒͛͛͂̊̑̌́͌̄̚͠͠͠y̶̡̨̧̧̧̨̼̙̗͎͓̝̻̫̬̖͈̺͖̜̹͈̫̳͓̘͍͙̖̤̾͛̑̉̐͑̆̾̀̄̋̀̓͑̃̈́̂̈́̈́̈̅̐̂̆̈́̎̕͘͠͝͝͝ ̶̨̢̡̫̝̟̭̭͚̗̙̘̙̖̙̰̲̿̈́́̈́̂͂͛̆̏̎̐͛̀́͘ͅi̵̡̧̧̫̖͍̬͈͈̘͕̰̖̦̻̅̆̈̐̋̏̈́͆͒̓̏̊̒̆̂̀̎̀͒̑͒̽̇̀̐̃̑͊͑̒̃̓̎͋̑̾́͆̕͘͘̚͘̚͘͝͝͠ṯ̸̢̭̲͙͗̔̅̈́̀̅́͗̅̄̌̒̎͗͑̎͗̃̍̍͑͘͝ş̶̯͇̰̯̼̻̣̘̦̫̼̩͖̯͍̣̼̞͉͙͚͆͊̀̊̈̎̍̃̊́̇́̀̽͊͐́̍̾͑̿͑͑̈́̂̎̏͂̐̀̐̓̅̉̃̐̈̊̊̕̕̕͜͜͝͝ͅe̷̢̧̲̬͎̫̰̤̭̼̝̲̰̝̲͖̗̻̘̯̝̩̙̯͔͐́͒̿̍̈́̃͋̊͘͜͜͝ͅļ̴̢͖̬͇̺̬̜̤̦͙͎̞̅̇̽͗͂͋͜f̸̧̨̨̛͓͓͍̣̤̦̖̹̤̦̹͕̳̮̬̞͈̩̜̤̖͕̘̗̻̦̘͍̗̺̝̙̗̯̻̭͊̾̈́̓̓͋̇̓͊̽͐͆͌̈́́̅͌͐̃̉̄͑̄̽̄̏́͋̀̑̍͂͘̚̕͜͠͝͝͝ͅ ̶̨̣͍͈̳͎̈́̇̋̀̒͂̈́̿͗̔̄̊̇͒̿̔̂̈́̋̐͌̈́̔͌̐͑̓͂̍̊͐̍̑̌̀̄̓̒̍́̌̾̈́̈́̄̕̕͘͘̚͝͝͠ͅ ."
“Mmm, i do think stability and order is overrated.”
"You get it! Most people call me crazy, but sanity is overrated."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"Heat water in an enclosed space. Because it expands, it doesn't have much room. When released, it comes out high pressured, with enough force to move a turbine or push a piston. This motion makes the drive wheel rotate, which in turn power's the engine. Am I right? I'm not even a will of the forge by the way."
“That is the most simplistic way I’ve ever heard it described.”
"I'm not taking the time out of my day to describe it in detail. I have more important things to do, like t̷̫̗̹͕͉͖͍͇̬̩̞̙̜̖͖̄̃̑͊̀ȩ̵̨̨̧̧͈̥̫͇̱͍̞̟͕̖͙͚̺͙͙̝̠̼͓̻͖̮̮͙̱͓̦͕̮̞͙͓̭̹̣̗̫̭̭̙͍͔̟̼͖̥̮͇̝̟̼̉̑̍̈̐́͒̾́͆̈́̓̊̂͘͝ͅą̴̨̡̛͈͚̮̺̟̺̪͉̹̺̺͇̞̞̲͇͉̲̰̼̦̙̫̞͈̥̰̙̩͖̖̺͖̺̇͑̓́̈́̀́͊͐́̏̌̍͋̆̇̌͛̄̂̉̐̆̎͛̔͑̉͆͒̊͋̒̈́̽̾̂̅͒̊̉͘̕̚͜͜͝͠r̷̨̢̢̢̳̖̞̞͈̹̣̖͕͉̟̼̯̜̳̰̤̜̗͕͇͈͉̳͍͓̯͙̯̙̼̯͖̫͑́̉̋̽͋̑̋̓̽̓̕͘̚͜͜͠͝ͅͅi̶̢̧̫̫̟̼̟͖͍̠̭̱͇̙͚̳̬̦̮̥̖̺͍̼̪̣̠͖͖̯̟̠̼̭͉͕̖̝̦̞̙̼̰̜͖̥̰͐̒̈́̀͗͋͋͒̆̔́͘̕͜͜͜͠ͅͅn̷̡̡̗͖̯̦͙̖̻͚͈̥̣̤̱̗̦̳̜͓͖̱͈̙̭̗̰̮̗̣͆̊͆̾͒̃͛͆́̋̾̆̊̿̋̒̇̀̃͌̀͊̕̚͜͜͝ͅg̴̫͎̭̫̲͖͎͚̝̳̬̳̫͆͒̉͂̐͛͋̈́͑̏͌̍̿̚͘͠͝ͅ ̴͎͉̖͍̻̺́̔̾̌̓̀̐́̉͋̈̏̓̉̏̓̈́̉̾͒̔̃̄͋͑̋͝͠ͅt̴̨̧͕̩̖̲̩̻̺̠͇͓̙̩̼̜̞͚͈͓̠̝̯̟̱̟̒́̽̒̈́̽̌͑͂͆͗̅̓̍͋̊̅̃̀̄͌͋͋͒̇̂̄͌͛̆̔̿͑̀͑̓̽͆̂̔̈́͘͘̚͘͘͝͝ḩ̴̡̛̪̯̜̥̦̟̹͚̬̼̣̪̝͎͉̲̙̣̠̼̖̭͍̬͇̊̐̊̊̏̍́̔̓͊͘̕͜ẽ̷̡̛̳͔̗͓̼̬̭̖̮̘̰̭̯̟͖͓̯͕̝̪͚̹̦̱̜̄̄̓̃͑̉̅̓̄͂͗͒͛̔̃͑̊̂̈́̎͛̿̊̈̐͒̒̄̄͌̀́̀̍́̇̐̀̇̒̈̆̈́̒̿̐͛̚̕̕͠ͅͅ ̸̺͇̯͎̳͕͂̓̿̀̄̄́̈́̄͆̈̓͌̾̊̇̀̚̚̚͜͝͠v̵̧̧̩̘̝̼̟̼͊̒̊͘e̶̡̥̻̥̖͇̿ř̶̪̩̪͓̱̯͈͓̓̀̇̄̅̌̆̔̍̇̈́̏́͋͑̈̌͗̃̂̍̌̈́̃̉͒̐͗́͛͊̈͒̓̏̀́̓̌̇̇̂́̄̍́̕͘͝͝͠͝͝y̶̨̢̨̢̨̡̛̛̭̺̟̞͉͖̝͎̜̱̫̻͚̘̘͚̭̳̲̮͚̟̟̻̓̈́̇̌̉̿̄̌͊͒͝ͅ ̷̧̧͔͔̟̻͙͖͔̺͇̥̮͕͙͓͈̣͖̘̞̱̀̒̎̒̾́̓͑̐̿̽̂͋̃̏̒̓͂͗́́̿̅̑̓̓̾̾̈́̃̈́̈́̀̽̚͘͘͘͘͘͘̕͠͝͝͝f̸̛̮̝̦͎̯͍͙͎̫̜̥̜̠͓͙͓͑̉̎̓͑͑͛̇̄͒̉̊͐̅͛̓̍̈́̎̽̒͊̔̐̽̋̅͊̍̿̈́̄́̈́͛̆̑́̐̿̉̕̚̚̕͜͝͠ͅą̶̢̢̨̧̠̟̘̺͎̗̘̼̹̲̻̤̼̖̱̩͓̤͈̖͎̻̗̼̦̦̫̗̻̝̱͉̝̺̖̗̫̍̄̍͒̑̒̐̄̐̈́̍͗̏̈́̃̂̅̆̇̍̾͊̍̀̑̀̾́̅͂̒̈́͆̔͗͘̚͘͜͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅb̶̨̢̡̡̛̛̛̛̺͚̖̺̬̥̖̥̟͈̙̬͚͖̟̯͓̗͓̺̤̝͚̥̥̾͆͑̋͛̇̃̋̈́̓̑̏̓̉̉̋̌̂̽̊̀̓̎̌̐̈̎̔͗̾̋̈́̽̔̉̿͋́́͗̚̚̕ͅȑ̷̛̼͓͇̩͉͚͈̫̪̆͛͑́̔͂̀͋̌̆̈́̇̊̆̕͠i̴̢̢̙̜͎̘̠͓̯̣̣̞͉̰̞̭͙͔̙̯̙͚͗́̑́̒̑͌̈́͐͊͌̒́͐̂͋̎͂̏ĉ̴̨̢̨̢̧̡̡͖̳͈̖̗̖̝̮̤̩̹͖̥̰̗̞̳̟̠̗̦̞͍͇͎̰̙͖͎͕̣̰̹̲̦̮̗͔͉̝̦͉̣̩̹͉̺͈̔͗͛̇͗̿̐̑͒̌͐͌̔̆̌͑͜͠ ̸̨̡̧̫̺͕̯̫̼͈̖͉̲̮͙͉͔̬̟̯̜̭͎̠̠̮̩͉̖͈̼̜͉̜̫̹̥̣̯̦̈́͜͠ͅo̶̧̢̨̟̤͕͎̹̪̼͕͓͈̲̣͓̩̳͍͕͉̹̹̜̩̤͚̗̫͇̳͓̼̮̮͍̞̲̳̤͇̪̞͐͋̃̌̈̊̅́̇̒͒͆̊̒͊̅̐́̌̾̌͌̈́́̈́̂͐̉̑̿̀̓̀̾̈́͆̉̎̉̚͘͘̚͜͝͝ͅͅf̸̡̡̡̢̡̡̛̻͈̘͉̬͍͓̬̲͙̹̤̹̯͎͕̦̥̲͍̥̱̹̬̩̭͙̪̄̇̈́̓́̅̈̀̈́̂̋͊͒̒̎͊̀̂̈̅̔̋̽́͋̊̉̀̇̊̋̋́̀͂́̎͗͂͘̕̚̚͘͜͝͝ͅͅͅ ̸̡̣͙̱͚̯̻̬̬͈͖̠̗̟̰͈̗͈̗̜̝̼̥͙͎̬̺̱̣̫̬̳̋̃̿͐̋̇̉̓͆̂̔̚̚͠r̴̡̨͎͈͉̻̱̣͈̳̦̬̩̠͖͎̰̰̰̻̲̝̺̻͍͈̦̣̝͎̖̭̙̮̯̘̠̥̱̥̣̙͕͔̈́̆̑̊̈́͐̉̌̃̽͂̒͌̏̓̕̚͜͝͝ȩ̴̡̛̗̟͕̞̦̯͕̣̻̬̹̰̥̣̤̱̭̦̯͇͂̇͒̔͂̉̉̀̊́̎̌̈́͗͐̾̉̿͂̅̈́̅̑̀̈̓͘̕̕̕̚͜͜͜͝͠͠͠͝ͅa̴̛̛̟̻͙̋͒̽̏̑̋́͆̽̑̎̐̽̃̈́͂͊̓̅̌̈́̆̅̽͒̈́͗̊̋̈̂̈́̂̚̕̕͘̚͜͠͠͝͝͠͝͠ļ̶̨̡̛̛̳̗̦̙̹͙͓͙͉̲̯̳̣̭̲̯͕͎͔̟̮͙͚̭̠̼͙̘̞͈͎̱̮͔̖͆̈̈͋̈͆͒̇́̉̆͌͛͑̇̈́͗̀̍̈́͛͌́̋̊̂̿͊̈̓̈́̆̀̓̆̕͘͝͝͝͠͠͝͝ͅį̴̨̨̤̜͎̭̖͚͔̤̩̹̟͔̫̬̯͙̯͕͙̤̗̲͇̟̒̽̋̐̋̅̂̽̈̅̔͝ț̴̱̱͇̱̹̥̙͇͚̲̽́͂̍̆̾̽͑͗̔̎̾̽̍̐̒͛͛͂̊̑̌́͌̄̚͠͠͠y̶̡̨̧̧̧̨̼̙̗͎͓̝̻̫̬̖͈̺͖̜̹͈̫̳͓̘͍͙̖̤̾͛̑̉̐͑̆̾̀̄̋̀̓͑̃̈́̂̈́̈́̈̅̐̂̆̈́̎̕͘͠͝͝͝ ̶̨̢̡̫̝̟̭̭͚̗̙̘̙̖̙̰̲̿̈́́̈́̂͂͛̆̏̎̐͛̀́͘ͅi̵̡̧̧̫̖͍̬͈͈̘͕̰̖̦̻̅̆̈̐̋̏̈́͆͒̓̏̊̒̆̂̀̎̀͒̑͒̽̇̀̐̃̑͊͑̒̃̓̎͋̑̾́͆̕͘͘̚͘̚͘͝͝͠ṯ̸̢̭̲͙͗̔̅̈́̀̅́͗̅̄̌̒̎͗͑̎͗̃̍̍͑͘͝ş̶̯͇̰̯̼̻̣̘̦̫̼̩͖̯͍̣̼̞͉͙͚͆͊̀̊̈̎̍̃̊́̇́̀̽͊͐́̍̾͑̿͑͑̈́̂̎̏͂̐̀̐̓̅̉̃̐̈̊̊̕̕̕͜͜͝͝ͅe̷̢̧̲̬͎̫̰̤̭̼̝̲̰̝̲͖̗̻̘̯̝̩̙̯͔͐́͒̿̍̈́̃͋̊͘͜͜͝ͅļ̴̢͖̬͇̺̬̜̤̦͙͎̞̅̇̽͗͂͋͜f̸̧̨̨̛͓͓͍̣̤̦̖̹̤̦̹͕̳̮̬̞͈̩̜̤̖͕̘̗̻̦̘͍̗̺̝̙̗̯̻̭͊̾̈́̓̓͋̇̓͊̽͐͆͌̈́́̅͌͐̃̉̄͑̄̽̄̏́͋̀̑̍͂͘̚̕͜͠͝͝͝ͅ ̶̨̣͍͈̳͎̈́̇̋̀̒͂̈́̿͗̔̄̊̇͒̿̔̂̈́̋̐͌̈́̔͌̐͑̓͂̍̊͐̍̑̌̀̄̓̒̍́̌̾̈́̈́̄̕̕͘͘̚͝͝͠ͅ ."
“Mmm, i do think stability and order is overrated.”
"You get it! Most people call me crazy, but sanity is overrated."
“What’s a sanity?”
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"Heat water in an enclosed space. Because it expands, it doesn't have much room. When released, it comes out high pressured, with enough force to move a turbine or push a piston. This motion makes the drive wheel rotate, which in turn power's the engine. Am I right? I'm not even a will of the forge by the way."
“That is the most simplistic way I’ve ever heard it described.”
"I'm not taking the time out of my day to describe it in detail. I have more important things to do, like t̷̫̗̹͕͉͖͍͇̬̩̞̙̜̖͖̄̃̑͊̀ȩ̵̨̨̧̧͈̥̫͇̱͍̞̟͕̖͙͚̺͙͙̝̠̼͓̻͖̮̮͙̱͓̦͕̮̞͙͓̭̹̣̗̫̭̭̙͍͔̟̼͖̥̮͇̝̟̼̉̑̍̈̐́͒̾́͆̈́̓̊̂͘͝ͅą̴̨̡̛͈͚̮̺̟̺̪͉̹̺̺͇̞̞̲͇͉̲̰̼̦̙̫̞͈̥̰̙̩͖̖̺͖̺̇͑̓́̈́̀́͊͐́̏̌̍͋̆̇̌͛̄̂̉̐̆̎͛̔͑̉͆͒̊͋̒̈́̽̾̂̅͒̊̉͘̕̚͜͜͝͠r̷̨̢̢̢̳̖̞̞͈̹̣̖͕͉̟̼̯̜̳̰̤̜̗͕͇͈͉̳͍͓̯͙̯̙̼̯͖̫͑́̉̋̽͋̑̋̓̽̓̕͘̚͜͜͠͝ͅͅi̶̢̧̫̫̟̼̟͖͍̠̭̱͇̙͚̳̬̦̮̥̖̺͍̼̪̣̠͖͖̯̟̠̼̭͉͕̖̝̦̞̙̼̰̜͖̥̰͐̒̈́̀͗͋͋͒̆̔́͘̕͜͜͜͠ͅͅn̷̡̡̗͖̯̦͙̖̻͚͈̥̣̤̱̗̦̳̜͓͖̱͈̙̭̗̰̮̗̣͆̊͆̾͒̃͛͆́̋̾̆̊̿̋̒̇̀̃͌̀͊̕̚͜͜͝ͅg̴̫͎̭̫̲͖͎͚̝̳̬̳̫͆͒̉͂̐͛͋̈́͑̏͌̍̿̚͘͠͝ͅ ̴͎͉̖͍̻̺́̔̾̌̓̀̐́̉͋̈̏̓̉̏̓̈́̉̾͒̔̃̄͋͑̋͝͠ͅt̴̨̧͕̩̖̲̩̻̺̠͇͓̙̩̼̜̞͚͈͓̠̝̯̟̱̟̒́̽̒̈́̽̌͑͂͆͗̅̓̍͋̊̅̃̀̄͌͋͋͒̇̂̄͌͛̆̔̿͑̀͑̓̽͆̂̔̈́͘͘̚͘͘͝͝ḩ̴̡̛̪̯̜̥̦̟̹͚̬̼̣̪̝͎͉̲̙̣̠̼̖̭͍̬͇̊̐̊̊̏̍́̔̓͊͘̕͜ẽ̷̡̛̳͔̗͓̼̬̭̖̮̘̰̭̯̟͖͓̯͕̝̪͚̹̦̱̜̄̄̓̃͑̉̅̓̄͂͗͒͛̔̃͑̊̂̈́̎͛̿̊̈̐͒̒̄̄͌̀́̀̍́̇̐̀̇̒̈̆̈́̒̿̐͛̚̕̕͠ͅͅ ̸̺͇̯͎̳͕͂̓̿̀̄̄́̈́̄͆̈̓͌̾̊̇̀̚̚̚͜͝͠v̵̧̧̩̘̝̼̟̼͊̒̊͘e̶̡̥̻̥̖͇̿ř̶̪̩̪͓̱̯͈͓̓̀̇̄̅̌̆̔̍̇̈́̏́͋͑̈̌͗̃̂̍̌̈́̃̉͒̐͗́͛͊̈͒̓̏̀́̓̌̇̇̂́̄̍́̕͘͝͝͠͝͝y̶̨̢̨̢̨̡̛̛̭̺̟̞͉͖̝͎̜̱̫̻͚̘̘͚̭̳̲̮͚̟̟̻̓̈́̇̌̉̿̄̌͊͒͝ͅ ̷̧̧͔͔̟̻͙͖͔̺͇̥̮͕͙͓͈̣͖̘̞̱̀̒̎̒̾́̓͑̐̿̽̂͋̃̏̒̓͂͗́́̿̅̑̓̓̾̾̈́̃̈́̈́̀̽̚͘͘͘͘͘͘̕͠͝͝͝f̸̛̮̝̦͎̯͍͙͎̫̜̥̜̠͓͙͓͑̉̎̓͑͑͛̇̄͒̉̊͐̅͛̓̍̈́̎̽̒͊̔̐̽̋̅͊̍̿̈́̄́̈́͛̆̑́̐̿̉̕̚̚̕͜͝͠ͅą̶̢̢̨̧̠̟̘̺͎̗̘̼̹̲̻̤̼̖̱̩͓̤͈̖͎̻̗̼̦̦̫̗̻̝̱͉̝̺̖̗̫̍̄̍͒̑̒̐̄̐̈́̍͗̏̈́̃̂̅̆̇̍̾͊̍̀̑̀̾́̅͂̒̈́͆̔͗͘̚͘͜͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅb̶̨̢̡̡̛̛̛̛̺͚̖̺̬̥̖̥̟͈̙̬͚͖̟̯͓̗͓̺̤̝͚̥̥̾͆͑̋͛̇̃̋̈́̓̑̏̓̉̉̋̌̂̽̊̀̓̎̌̐̈̎̔͗̾̋̈́̽̔̉̿͋́́͗̚̚̕ͅȑ̷̛̼͓͇̩͉͚͈̫̪̆͛͑́̔͂̀͋̌̆̈́̇̊̆̕͠i̴̢̢̙̜͎̘̠͓̯̣̣̞͉̰̞̭͙͔̙̯̙͚͗́̑́̒̑͌̈́͐͊͌̒́͐̂͋̎͂̏ĉ̴̨̢̨̢̧̡̡͖̳͈̖̗̖̝̮̤̩̹͖̥̰̗̞̳̟̠̗̦̞͍͇͎̰̙͖͎͕̣̰̹̲̦̮̗͔͉̝̦͉̣̩̹͉̺͈̔͗͛̇͗̿̐̑͒̌͐͌̔̆̌͑͜͠ ̸̨̡̧̫̺͕̯̫̼͈̖͉̲̮͙͉͔̬̟̯̜̭͎̠̠̮̩͉̖͈̼̜͉̜̫̹̥̣̯̦̈́͜͠ͅo̶̧̢̨̟̤͕͎̹̪̼͕͓͈̲̣͓̩̳͍͕͉̹̹̜̩̤͚̗̫͇̳͓̼̮̮͍̞̲̳̤͇̪̞͐͋̃̌̈̊̅́̇̒͒͆̊̒͊̅̐́̌̾̌͌̈́́̈́̂͐̉̑̿̀̓̀̾̈́͆̉̎̉̚͘͘̚͜͝͝ͅͅf̸̡̡̡̢̡̡̛̻͈̘͉̬͍͓̬̲͙̹̤̹̯͎͕̦̥̲͍̥̱̹̬̩̭͙̪̄̇̈́̓́̅̈̀̈́̂̋͊͒̒̎͊̀̂̈̅̔̋̽́͋̊̉̀̇̊̋̋́̀͂́̎͗͂͘̕̚̚͘͜͝͝ͅͅͅ ̸̡̣͙̱͚̯̻̬̬͈͖̠̗̟̰͈̗͈̗̜̝̼̥͙͎̬̺̱̣̫̬̳̋̃̿͐̋̇̉̓͆̂̔̚̚͠r̴̡̨͎͈͉̻̱̣͈̳̦̬̩̠͖͎̰̰̰̻̲̝̺̻͍͈̦̣̝͎̖̭̙̮̯̘̠̥̱̥̣̙͕͔̈́̆̑̊̈́͐̉̌̃̽͂̒͌̏̓̕̚͜͝͝ȩ̴̡̛̗̟͕̞̦̯͕̣̻̬̹̰̥̣̤̱̭̦̯͇͂̇͒̔͂̉̉̀̊́̎̌̈́͗͐̾̉̿͂̅̈́̅̑̀̈̓͘̕̕̕̚͜͜͜͝͠͠͠͝ͅa̴̛̛̟̻͙̋͒̽̏̑̋́͆̽̑̎̐̽̃̈́͂͊̓̅̌̈́̆̅̽͒̈́͗̊̋̈̂̈́̂̚̕̕͘̚͜͠͠͝͝͠͝͠ļ̶̨̡̛̛̳̗̦̙̹͙͓͙͉̲̯̳̣̭̲̯͕͎͔̟̮͙͚̭̠̼͙̘̞͈͎̱̮͔̖͆̈̈͋̈͆͒̇́̉̆͌͛͑̇̈́͗̀̍̈́͛͌́̋̊̂̿͊̈̓̈́̆̀̓̆̕͘͝͝͝͠͠͝͝ͅį̴̨̨̤̜͎̭̖͚͔̤̩̹̟͔̫̬̯͙̯͕͙̤̗̲͇̟̒̽̋̐̋̅̂̽̈̅̔͝ț̴̱̱͇̱̹̥̙͇͚̲̽́͂̍̆̾̽͑͗̔̎̾̽̍̐̒͛͛͂̊̑̌́͌̄̚͠͠͠y̶̡̨̧̧̧̨̼̙̗͎͓̝̻̫̬̖͈̺͖̜̹͈̫̳͓̘͍͙̖̤̾͛̑̉̐͑̆̾̀̄̋̀̓͑̃̈́̂̈́̈́̈̅̐̂̆̈́̎̕͘͠͝͝͝ ̶̨̢̡̫̝̟̭̭͚̗̙̘̙̖̙̰̲̿̈́́̈́̂͂͛̆̏̎̐͛̀́͘ͅi̵̡̧̧̫̖͍̬͈͈̘͕̰̖̦̻̅̆̈̐̋̏̈́͆͒̓̏̊̒̆̂̀̎̀͒̑͒̽̇̀̐̃̑͊͑̒̃̓̎͋̑̾́͆̕͘͘̚͘̚͘͝͝͠ṯ̸̢̭̲͙͗̔̅̈́̀̅́͗̅̄̌̒̎͗͑̎͗̃̍̍͑͘͝ş̶̯͇̰̯̼̻̣̘̦̫̼̩͖̯͍̣̼̞͉͙͚͆͊̀̊̈̎̍̃̊́̇́̀̽͊͐́̍̾͑̿͑͑̈́̂̎̏͂̐̀̐̓̅̉̃̐̈̊̊̕̕̕͜͜͝͝ͅe̷̢̧̲̬͎̫̰̤̭̼̝̲̰̝̲͖̗̻̘̯̝̩̙̯͔͐́͒̿̍̈́̃͋̊͘͜͜͝ͅļ̴̢͖̬͇̺̬̜̤̦͙͎̞̅̇̽͗͂͋͜f̸̧̨̨̛͓͓͍̣̤̦̖̹̤̦̹͕̳̮̬̞͈̩̜̤̖͕̘̗̻̦̘͍̗̺̝̙̗̯̻̭͊̾̈́̓̓͋̇̓͊̽͐͆͌̈́́̅͌͐̃̉̄͑̄̽̄̏́͋̀̑̍͂͘̚̕͜͠͝͝͝ͅ ̶̨̣͍͈̳͎̈́̇̋̀̒͂̈́̿͗̔̄̊̇͒̿̔̂̈́̋̐͌̈́̔͌̐͑̓͂̍̊͐̍̑̌̀̄̓̒̍́̌̾̈́̈́̄̕̕͘͘̚͝͝͠ͅ ."
“Mmm, i do think stability and order is overrated.”
"You get it! Most people call me crazy, but sanity is overrated."
“What’s a sanity?”
“Beats me.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"Glad you can appreciate it. If there's something I truly love, it's unrestrained chaos. Some people call me crazy for it, but madness is quite fun. Don't you agree?"
"If one can embrace it, yes. For me, it's a momentary distraction from my turmoil."
“Do you have some kinda issue going on?”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"Glad you can appreciate it. If there's something I truly love, it's unrestrained chaos. Some people call me crazy for it, but madness is quite fun. Don't you agree?"
"If one can embrace it, yes. For me, it's a momentary distraction from my turmoil."
“Do you have some kinda issue going on?”
"A conflict of morality as it were, the collective that is my mind is in disagreement as to our purpose and whether it involves concerning ourself with the life that exists on this planet."
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*I'm not sure how time works in the Smorgasworld, tbh. I think Arch proposed a time skip feature where certain amount of pages equals a year passed, but it never got fully implemented.*
Cogintuis is going to a calender to recall what is so special about tommorow. He had figured keeping track of important events was more Clepsydris's thing.
The Tree exists, it's fruit hanging out for mortals to collect.
Cimex is wandering the world and seeing the preperations. "Big day tommorow, huh? Sure is a good thing I wasn't born a day later. Don't wanna steal the show."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
*ive been saying planear year, which is basically a way of translating out of game time into an abstract, in game concept that works. It’s been used in official content*
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
That mountain just happens to belong to The Artist, nearing the atmosphere. Even further above is a swirling storm. But not of the elements. Of creation and destruction, entropy swirling round and round. In the eye of the storm, a small tear in reality lies
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“That is the most simplistic way I’ve ever heard it described.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
The Primordial Aboleth glides over to the peak, watching the swirling storm in silent contemplation.
"I'm not taking the time out of my day to describe it in detail. I have more important things to do, like t̷̫̗̹͕͉͖͍͇̬̩̞̙̜̖͖̄̃̑͊̀ȩ̵̨̨̧̧͈̥̫͇̱͍̞̟͕̖͙͚̺͙͙̝̠̼͓̻͖̮̮͙̱͓̦͕̮̞͙͓̭̹̣̗̫̭̭̙͍͔̟̼͖̥̮͇̝̟̼̉̑̍̈̐́͒̾́͆̈́̓̊̂͘͝ͅą̴̨̡̛͈͚̮̺̟̺̪͉̹̺̺͇̞̞̲͇͉̲̰̼̦̙̫̞͈̥̰̙̩͖̖̺͖̺̇͑̓́̈́̀́͊͐́̏̌̍͋̆̇̌͛̄̂̉̐̆̎͛̔͑̉͆͒̊͋̒̈́̽̾̂̅͒̊̉͘̕̚͜͜͝͠r̷̨̢̢̢̳̖̞̞͈̹̣̖͕͉̟̼̯̜̳̰̤̜̗͕͇͈͉̳͍͓̯͙̯̙̼̯͖̫͑́̉̋̽͋̑̋̓̽̓̕͘̚͜͜͠͝ͅͅi̶̢̧̫̫̟̼̟͖͍̠̭̱͇̙͚̳̬̦̮̥̖̺͍̼̪̣̠͖͖̯̟̠̼̭͉͕̖̝̦̞̙̼̰̜͖̥̰͐̒̈́̀͗͋͋͒̆̔́͘̕͜͜͜͠ͅͅn̷̡̡̗͖̯̦͙̖̻͚͈̥̣̤̱̗̦̳̜͓͖̱͈̙̭̗̰̮̗̣͆̊͆̾͒̃͛͆́̋̾̆̊̿̋̒̇̀̃͌̀͊̕̚͜͜͝ͅg̴̫͎̭̫̲͖͎͚̝̳̬̳̫͆͒̉͂̐͛͋̈́͑̏͌̍̿̚͘͠͝ͅ ̴͎͉̖͍̻̺́̔̾̌̓̀̐́̉͋̈̏̓̉̏̓̈́̉̾͒̔̃̄͋͑̋͝͠ͅt̴̨̧͕̩̖̲̩̻̺̠͇͓̙̩̼̜̞͚͈͓̠̝̯̟̱̟̒́̽̒̈́̽̌͑͂͆͗̅̓̍͋̊̅̃̀̄͌͋͋͒̇̂̄͌͛̆̔̿͑̀͑̓̽͆̂̔̈́͘͘̚͘͘͝͝ḩ̴̡̛̪̯̜̥̦̟̹͚̬̼̣̪̝͎͉̲̙̣̠̼̖̭͍̬͇̊̐̊̊̏̍́̔̓͊͘̕͜ẽ̷̡̛̳͔̗͓̼̬̭̖̮̘̰̭̯̟͖͓̯͕̝̪͚̹̦̱̜̄̄̓̃͑̉̅̓̄͂͗͒͛̔̃͑̊̂̈́̎͛̿̊̈̐͒̒̄̄͌̀́̀̍́̇̐̀̇̒̈̆̈́̒̿̐͛̚̕̕͠ͅͅ ̸̺͇̯͎̳͕͂̓̿̀̄̄́̈́̄͆̈̓͌̾̊̇̀̚̚̚͜͝͠v̵̧̧̩̘̝̼̟̼͊̒̊͘e̶̡̥̻̥̖͇̿ř̶̪̩̪͓̱̯͈͓̓̀̇̄̅̌̆̔̍̇̈́̏́͋͑̈̌͗̃̂̍̌̈́̃̉͒̐͗́͛͊̈͒̓̏̀́̓̌̇̇̂́̄̍́̕͘͝͝͠͝͝y̶̨̢̨̢̨̡̛̛̭̺̟̞͉͖̝͎̜̱̫̻͚̘̘͚̭̳̲̮͚̟̟̻̓̈́̇̌̉̿̄̌͊͒͝ͅ ̷̧̧͔͔̟̻͙͖͔̺͇̥̮͕͙͓͈̣͖̘̞̱̀̒̎̒̾́̓͑̐̿̽̂͋̃̏̒̓͂͗́́̿̅̑̓̓̾̾̈́̃̈́̈́̀̽̚͘͘͘͘͘͘̕͠͝͝͝f̸̛̮̝̦͎̯͍͙͎̫̜̥̜̠͓͙͓͑̉̎̓͑͑͛̇̄͒̉̊͐̅͛̓̍̈́̎̽̒͊̔̐̽̋̅͊̍̿̈́̄́̈́͛̆̑́̐̿̉̕̚̚̕͜͝͠ͅą̶̢̢̨̧̠̟̘̺͎̗̘̼̹̲̻̤̼̖̱̩͓̤͈̖͎̻̗̼̦̦̫̗̻̝̱͉̝̺̖̗̫̍̄̍͒̑̒̐̄̐̈́̍͗̏̈́̃̂̅̆̇̍̾͊̍̀̑̀̾́̅͂̒̈́͆̔͗͘̚͘͜͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅb̶̨̢̡̡̛̛̛̛̺͚̖̺̬̥̖̥̟͈̙̬͚͖̟̯͓̗͓̺̤̝͚̥̥̾͆͑̋͛̇̃̋̈́̓̑̏̓̉̉̋̌̂̽̊̀̓̎̌̐̈̎̔͗̾̋̈́̽̔̉̿͋́́͗̚̚̕ͅȑ̷̛̼͓͇̩͉͚͈̫̪̆͛͑́̔͂̀͋̌̆̈́̇̊̆̕͠i̴̢̢̙̜͎̘̠͓̯̣̣̞͉̰̞̭͙͔̙̯̙͚͗́̑́̒̑͌̈́͐͊͌̒́͐̂͋̎͂̏ĉ̴̨̢̨̢̧̡̡͖̳͈̖̗̖̝̮̤̩̹͖̥̰̗̞̳̟̠̗̦̞͍͇͎̰̙͖͎͕̣̰̹̲̦̮̗͔͉̝̦͉̣̩̹͉̺͈̔͗͛̇͗̿̐̑͒̌͐͌̔̆̌͑͜͠ ̸̨̡̧̫̺͕̯̫̼͈̖͉̲̮͙͉͔̬̟̯̜̭͎̠̠̮̩͉̖͈̼̜͉̜̫̹̥̣̯̦̈́͜͠ͅo̶̧̢̨̟̤͕͎̹̪̼͕͓͈̲̣͓̩̳͍͕͉̹̹̜̩̤͚̗̫͇̳͓̼̮̮͍̞̲̳̤͇̪̞͐͋̃̌̈̊̅́̇̒͒͆̊̒͊̅̐́̌̾̌͌̈́́̈́̂͐̉̑̿̀̓̀̾̈́͆̉̎̉̚͘͘̚͜͝͝ͅͅf̸̡̡̡̢̡̡̛̻͈̘͉̬͍͓̬̲͙̹̤̹̯͎͕̦̥̲͍̥̱̹̬̩̭͙̪̄̇̈́̓́̅̈̀̈́̂̋͊͒̒̎͊̀̂̈̅̔̋̽́͋̊̉̀̇̊̋̋́̀͂́̎͗͂͘̕̚̚͘͜͝͝ͅͅͅ ̸̡̣͙̱͚̯̻̬̬͈͖̠̗̟̰͈̗͈̗̜̝̼̥͙͎̬̺̱̣̫̬̳̋̃̿͐̋̇̉̓͆̂̔̚̚͠r̴̡̨͎͈͉̻̱̣͈̳̦̬̩̠͖͎̰̰̰̻̲̝̺̻͍͈̦̣̝͎̖̭̙̮̯̘̠̥̱̥̣̙͕͔̈́̆̑̊̈́͐̉̌̃̽͂̒͌̏̓̕̚͜͝͝ȩ̴̡̛̗̟͕̞̦̯͕̣̻̬̹̰̥̣̤̱̭̦̯͇͂̇͒̔͂̉̉̀̊́̎̌̈́͗͐̾̉̿͂̅̈́̅̑̀̈̓͘̕̕̕̚͜͜͜͝͠͠͠͝ͅa̴̛̛̟̻͙̋͒̽̏̑̋́͆̽̑̎̐̽̃̈́͂͊̓̅̌̈́̆̅̽͒̈́͗̊̋̈̂̈́̂̚̕̕͘̚͜͠͠͝͝͠͝͠ļ̶̨̡̛̛̳̗̦̙̹͙͓͙͉̲̯̳̣̭̲̯͕͎͔̟̮͙͚̭̠̼͙̘̞͈͎̱̮͔̖͆̈̈͋̈͆͒̇́̉̆͌͛͑̇̈́͗̀̍̈́͛͌́̋̊̂̿͊̈̓̈́̆̀̓̆̕͘͝͝͝͠͠͝͝ͅį̴̨̨̤̜͎̭̖͚͔̤̩̹̟͔̫̬̯͙̯͕͙̤̗̲͇̟̒̽̋̐̋̅̂̽̈̅̔͝ț̴̱̱͇̱̹̥̙͇͚̲̽́͂̍̆̾̽͑͗̔̎̾̽̍̐̒͛͛͂̊̑̌́͌̄̚͠͠͠y̶̡̨̧̧̧̨̼̙̗͎͓̝̻̫̬̖͈̺͖̜̹͈̫̳͓̘͍͙̖̤̾͛̑̉̐͑̆̾̀̄̋̀̓͑̃̈́̂̈́̈́̈̅̐̂̆̈́̎̕͘͠͝͝͝ ̶̨̢̡̫̝̟̭̭͚̗̙̘̙̖̙̰̲̿̈́́̈́̂͂͛̆̏̎̐͛̀́͘ͅi̵̡̧̧̫̖͍̬͈͈̘͕̰̖̦̻̅̆̈̐̋̏̈́͆͒̓̏̊̒̆̂̀̎̀͒̑͒̽̇̀̐̃̑͊͑̒̃̓̎͋̑̾́͆̕͘͘̚͘̚͘͝͝͠ṯ̸̢̭̲͙͗̔̅̈́̀̅́͗̅̄̌̒̎͗͑̎͗̃̍̍͑͘͝ş̶̯͇̰̯̼̻̣̘̦̫̼̩͖̯͍̣̼̞͉͙͚͆͊̀̊̈̎̍̃̊́̇́̀̽͊͐́̍̾͑̿͑͑̈́̂̎̏͂̐̀̐̓̅̉̃̐̈̊̊̕̕̕͜͜͝͝ͅe̷̢̧̲̬͎̫̰̤̭̼̝̲̰̝̲͖̗̻̘̯̝̩̙̯͔͐́͒̿̍̈́̃͋̊͘͜͜͝ͅļ̴̢͖̬͇̺̬̜̤̦͙͎̞̅̇̽͗͂͋͜f̸̧̨̨̛͓͓͍̣̤̦̖̹̤̦̹͕̳̮̬̞͈̩̜̤̖͕̘̗̻̦̘͍̗̺̝̙̗̯̻̭͊̾̈́̓̓͋̇̓͊̽͐͆͌̈́́̅͌͐̃̉̄͑̄̽̄̏́͋̀̑̍͂͘̚̕͜͠͝͝͝ͅ ̶̨̣͍͈̳͎̈́̇̋̀̒͂̈́̿͗̔̄̊̇͒̿̔̂̈́̋̐͌̈́̔͌̐͑̓͂̍̊͐̍̑̌̀̄̓̒̍́̌̾̈́̈́̄̕̕͘͘̚͝͝͠ͅ ."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
The Artist notices it "You like it? It's my greatest piece art yet."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*That works*
Cog, surprised to see the occasion, declares today (edited) an official holiday where nobody has to work or go to school. Not a single citizen disagrees with this besides some greedy business owners that everyone ignores. He begins to gather a committee to assemble a celebration.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
*The celebrations would be today by the way*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"It is a marvelous display, yes. The churning of primordial forces of creation and destruction, unabated by the abstract influences of will, thought, moral....simply....being." The Aboleth speaks out in a voice that echoes with the sounds of clashing elements.
"Glad you can appreciate it. If there's something I truly love, it's unrestrained chaos. Some people call me crazy for it, but madness is quite fun. Don't you agree?"
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*My bad. Thought we were saying it was tommorow this morning, time really goes by quick, lol*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
"If one can embrace it, yes. For me, it's a momentary distraction from my turmoil."
“Mmm, i do think stability and order is overrated.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"You get it! Most people call me crazy, but sanity is overrated."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“What’s a sanity?”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
Xezithic looks down at the Fox will. "I have not seen you before, but your powers are familiar to me. Who are you."
“Beats me.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Do you have some kinda issue going on?”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"A conflict of morality as it were, the collective that is my mind is in disagreement as to our purpose and whether it involves concerning ourself with the life that exists on this planet."