Count as high as you can before Staff/Moderator posts!

270

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275. Praise Grammar, Spelling, and Counting-As-High-As-You-Can-Before-A-Mod-Posts!

276

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281. Hide your homunuli(?) in your basement when Jeff comes around.

282

[141.5+141.5]

That's equal to 283, the current number.

284

285.

Now, please read my beautiful ending poem for the Tavern at the End of the World RP forum:

Rest in peace, grand tavern, final bastion of difference in a world of equilibrium. Negativity has consumed all else.

The lumi, xag-ya, and other positive energy beings have long gone extinct.

Fire is ash, water is salt, earth is dust, air is vacuum.

Positivity is gone. Neutrality is on the verge of death. One last hearth finally flickers out, and the last stage of finality begins.

The afterlife is nothing more than a legend, replaced by an endless abyss of eternal loneliness and insanity.

Even the everlasting far realm is dying. Cthulhu begs forgiveness as it's life comes to an end.

The anomalous has long gone silent beyond the border, and magic is dying. But among the death and despair lies one optimistic soul: Me.

One last dying wish, fueled by the eternal source of grammar, spelling, and the great dictionary. A wish so powerful it would save reality.

As I, the lone torch in a world of darkness, lone speaker in a domain of silence, lone fish in a sea of death, utter the final word to save the omniverse:

Undo.

Was this a good ending poem?