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Hectrex, Owner of Several Pennies
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RISING FROM THE ASHES, I realize that I ought to vacuum more often. He/Him
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Hand-turning Screws
At first, you are powerful. You push, you twist, you work. God's muscles are for rent And you've got the cash to spare. But as you go on, as you grin, strain You realize that they developed drills For a very, VERY good reason. Did you know you could pull Something there? Hold on. PHEW. This is going to Hurt tomorrow.
December 13, 2024 at 11:42 PM
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Just now learning how short Todd Howard is
A picture of Todd Howard accepting a game award for the Fallout TV series. He is surprisingly short compared to the actors next to him
December 13, 2024 at 3:13 AM
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If nobody got me, I know Moon Pie got me. I will be taking criticisms and launching them into the sun.
December 6, 2024 at 1:25 AM
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Never mind...
Love. You create from love. It is an overflowing love that seeps out of your heart and into all you create. You couldn't possibly contain it inside yourself, and so you dedicate yourself to depicting it through everything you make. Your art is a celebration of what you cherish most, a loving tribute to everything that captivates you. There are things too wonderful to be appreciated in silence, and so you sing of your love time and time again. You are determined not to let your vast love go unnoticed or forgotten. That's why your work is a declaration of affection, an expression of fondness for everything that makes your life worth living.
December 1, 2024 at 5:18 AM
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The time will come when sacrifices must be made
Batman crying and saying "No, no, stay with me! Don't leave!" while holding onto text that reads "Paragraphs that bring joy but also weigh down the pacing," and "Longwinded conversations that ultimately serve no purpose." Unseen is the author, also bawling his eyes out into a basket of crumpled papers.
November 27, 2024 at 5:17 PM
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On Evonia
It's always changing, but not like Boreck. She is the goddess of newness, of vibrancy, of beautiful conflict between rocks and roots and sky and water and the paint splatter of wildflowers on grainy canvas. The Evonian shore is a shifting of cubes. If there is a god in the machine, it is dead and autonomic, the nervous system firing because no one has told it to stop, the headless corpse of an insect still walking. It evolves because the algorithm has been told to do so, not because the chaos is free to find what fit is most beautiful. It is a god that, if it were alive, would beg you to stop believing in it, because nothing alive could ever want such horror. Not even the most twisted and vile primordial tesseracts would dare to become the Evonian machine. That would be a loss of the self that all life has within; whether sonorous or sadistic, it is sacred.
November 27, 2024 at 11:52 AM