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Something Else posted:In on Alpha mode, please fill my blanks and #spinthewheel A [spaceships] agonizes about [the toilet dimension] flerp posted:omega pick things A [cabalist] agonizes about [a butt]
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Aug 1, 2022 21:39
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Antivehicular posted:Let's do this. A [dinosaur] agonizes about [bad album cover]
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Aug 1, 2022 21:40
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in, vanilla, fill in the blanks and s p i n
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Aug 1, 2022 21:52
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In prompt destiny alpha [Vanilla] #SpinTheWheel for me, please.
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Aug 1, 2022 21:52
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kurona_bright posted:in, vanilla, fill in the blanks and s p i n A [crocodiles] agonizes over [blimp] Lippincott posted:In A [YouTuber] agonizes over [rear end in a top hat wasp]
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Aug 1, 2022 21:56
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IN. Vanilla. Spin-o-rama for a hellrule. Judges fill me blanks.
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Aug 1, 2022 22:04
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Hawklad posted:IN. Vanilla. Spin-o-rama for a hellrule. Judges fill me blanks. A [skeleton] agonizes over [the new highway being built]
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Aug 1, 2022 22:12
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In! Omega! Judge blanks! #spinthewheel! This is exciting!
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Aug 1, 2022 22:23
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thunderdome winner
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eff me up fam, blanks and spin, full retinue
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Aug 1, 2022 22:30
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A [teenagers] agonizes about [the void] The tomb, the stone walls of a tomb, I’m in a tomb, I’m in a coffin, a grave, a shroud, this is a shroud, I’m in the void, the void, the nothing. The endless nothing. There is a knock, and the light clicks on and Xillia Ravenweave Drake flings her blankets off and sits up. “Mom! I’m trying to imagine the void!” “It’s dinner time, sweety.” “Ugh don’t call me that!” They go downstairs and there is a pile of dead, burnt flesh on the table that she is meant to eat, and decaying plant matter in little piles. Dust, dust, it’s all dust, I’m dust, I’m nothing, I will return to nothing soon, soon, the world will fall apart and everything will be atoms and nothingness, all of this is just matter moving around, nothing “Have a seat, honey,” says her father, who is already chopping up the dead animal into smaller pieces on his plate. “Mom, Dad,” says Xillia, brushing dyed black hair away from her eyes, “I’m going to die, and there’s nothing you or anyone can do about it.” Dad scoffs and returns to his meat, Mom says Xilliaaaa in a petulant way. “We’re all going to DIE,” Xillia screams. “We're going to the VOID! What’s the POINT OF DINNER!” There is a moment of stunned silence, then Dad lays down his fork and knife and wipes off mouth with a napkin and says: “Embrace the void, Jill. You are the void. We are void incarnate. Of all the creatures on earth we are the personification of death, of disease, of famine, of war and destruction. Countless beings have gone to the grave at our hand, entire species sent to the void in uncountable numbers, all because of us. We are death. We are the end. We are void.” He picks up his fork and knife and saws into the flesh on his plate. “Now eat, fill that void in your belly.” Xillia sits down and looks at the meat on her plate. She imagines, briefly, the life that once animated those muscles, the bones and sinew that once ran and jumped, the skin that once felt sun. “Cool,” she says, and grabs the steak in her hand and tears into it with bites like a lion.
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Aug 1, 2022 22:32
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Chernobyl Princess posted:In! Omega! Judge blanks! #spinthewheel! This is exciting! A [bricklayer] agonizes over [cardamom] The Cut of Your Jib posted:eff me up fam, blanks and spin, full retinue A [orb] agonizes over [firetruck] rohan posted:vanilla, spin A [Hemingway] agonizes over [erotic ice sculpture]
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Aug 1, 2022 23:00
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Ironic Twist posted:In. A [Peterbilt Truck] agonizes over [clown]
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Aug 1, 2022 23:13
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In, Omega, fill my blanks and #spinthewheel.
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Aug 2, 2022 00:04
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Staggy posted:In, Omega, fill my blanks and #spinthewheel. A [muscle man] agonizes over [a little duck]
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Aug 2, 2022 00:08
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In. Omega. Fill it up. #Spinmywheel.
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Aug 2, 2022 00:38
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sebmojo posted:A [Empire State Building] agonizes about [werewolf] 846 words Over the years, the Empire State Building had been climbed by so many monsters that just the mere sight of some new giant parakeet or lizard caused the building to begin shuddering. The thought of a new monster free climbing up her side like it was a wall at the gym, disgusting! These monsters were rough, smashing up facades, breaking windows, rattling pipes. Some of them shed hair or skin, at least two built nests, there was one cocoon, and the janitors had never been able to remove the giant fleas from floor 63. Empire had been put on a top ten list for every monster to climb, and no monster wanted to be left out. It was repulsive! The city council considered installing gripping handles to minimize facade damage and get the monsters up high faster so the assault planes could gun them down. That was vetoed when Iguanageddon ripped the Sears Tower out of his foundation using the climbing handles and hurled that poor building into the moon. Sears Tower used to tell the funniest jokes at the skyscraper parties, he even kept his good humor after being knocked off the tallest building list. Now he was the tallest building on the moon, though the Moonites vowed revenge on Earth despite the free building. By the next full moon there was a gigantic werewolf stomping around New York City. Leather jacket, shirtless, ripped jeans, Elvis hair. This was a Party Werewolf! Empire could see it from half the city away. It took one look at the magnificent building, pointed, and howled, then started running towards it at full speed. Oh no! Empire shuddered, cracks spreading along the exterior before it was even close. The workers on the scaffolding fled, just in time to avoid the tears. The spray of water from the pipes that burst, Empire twisting them in knots worried about how badly the Party Werewolf was going to shake them loose. “Ha ha ha, you’re screwed!” laughed Freedom Tower. “Shut up, Sam!” admonished Chrysler Building, her windows lighting up in a pattern that flashed a middle finger at the upstart tower. “I’m so sorry, sweetie. You know I’d help if I could!” Chrysler was Empire’s oldest friend, but what could a skyscraper do? The Party Werewolf stomped closer, tanks and fighter jets blasting away, doing nothing but singeing the leather jacket. “Why aren’t those fools using silver?” Empire cried. “Nothing can stop the Party Werewolf. He’s going to bring down the whole block!” The bawling had gotten louder, manhole covers in the nearby street flew in the air as the sewer waters boiled, the pressures in the pipes below built up to the point where they just couldn’t take it. Sewer water sprayed everywhere, the civilians ran, even the brave few who had stayed during prior monster attacks. This one just felt different. Chrysler was desperate to help her friend, if she wasn’t careful, she’d bring herself down before the Party Werewolf even got there. Chrysler turned on her color displays, and attempted to display a soothing pattern for Empire to focus on. “Empire, sweetie, stay with me! Look at the colors, don’t look at the street!” That was easier said than done, the Party Werewolf was kicking tanks around like footballs and had somehow gotten a giant beer truck, which it was gorging on, oblivious to all the broken glass. With a final howl the Party Werewolf began his final charge at the Empire State Building. “I can’t focus, Chrys! I can’t! There’s just too many. I’ve seen the end, and it’s howling this way!” “Empire, I know it is rough, but you are strong and powerful! You can survive this! You can survive anything! These monsters all want to climb you, because YOU ARE THE BEST!” “I’m not, I’M NOT!” “Yes you are! Even with the Twins were here, who was the building everyone came to? You’re a legend for a reason, now you need to own that legend and show this Werewolf he is just a mangy mutt!” “I, but I…” Empire saw the Party Werewolf stomping forward. Empire saw the mess in the streets, the sewer damage, the cracks, the chaos that accompanied so many nights like this. “How many of these monsters have come for you, and you’re still standing?” Empire realized there were so many, she couldn’t even count them all. Most were nameless, faceless, only a small few monsters achieving any sort of memory. She was the attraction. She was the reason they were here. She shifted her windows and flexed her lightning rod. “Someone tell the Party Werewolf…the party is over!” With a stretch, Empire seemed to grow taller, the outer decorations all smoothed flat, making any climb harder. “That’s my Empire!” Chrysler beamed. The Party Werewolf halted when he reached 34th Street. He took one look at the smooth facade, and stared at the mess in the street. He was hesitating. Empire did not know if he would try to climb, but she was prepared if he did. This puppy was already neutered.
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In. Omega. Fill my blanks and #SpinTheWheel
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Bad Seafood posted:In. Omega. Fill it up. #Spinmywheel. A [gerund] agonizes over [spooky moon men] Sailor Viy posted:In. Omega. Fill my blanks and #SpinTheWheel A [horse] agonizes over [rickety shelf of half-full goo jars]
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Aug 2, 2022 01:46
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In. Omega. #spin. I also don't understand whats going on.
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Aug 2, 2022 02:04
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Noah posted:In. Omega. #spin. A [bad dogs] agonizes over [the colour mauve]
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Aug 2, 2022 02:32
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 [vanill in] Copernic fucked around with this message at 03:11 on Aug 2, 2022 |
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Aug 2, 2022 02:32
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In, spin, fill my blanks
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Aug 2, 2022 02:36
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Albatrossy_Rodent posted:In, spin, fill my blanks A [butt randomiser] agonizes over [robots]
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Aug 2, 2022 02:57
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Video is processing but it'll be good to go in about five minutes: Here are the results of our first spin! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eX5LdH_oRio
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Week 522 Prompt Destiny Omega Ladder Prompt #1 A [Angels] agonizes over [The Mesosphere] Noctilucent Cloud 649 words Talziel was dying. The earth, now nothing but ash and sand, stained her naked feet. She walked along the desolate wasteland, remembering. She summoned images of all that was lost, sculpting every detail in her mind. She’d spent millenia on this planet. She was its guardian angel, and she had failed. She watched closely as species evolved, civilizations rose and fell, and weather changed. The mortals chose greed and hatred at every crossroads. The gods forsook their creation. Only Talziel remained. She knew her time drew near. The dandelion on the craggy hillside was shriveled and dying. Its stringy petals writhed outward, grasping toward water that would not come. The last life for her to protect, and she was completely helpless. When it withered, when there was no life remaining for her to guard, Talziel would cease to exist. She would not wait and watch as the dandelion faded. She refused to witness one more death. Talziel wanted the last thing she saw to be beautiful. She wanted her final moments to be filled with light and hope. She yearned for the shining night, the ice crystals that danced in the heavens. Talziel gathered energy she thought was long lost. Her brittle wings grappled desperately with her smoky surroundings. She fought and wrestled the air until she began to climb. It was slow at first, but as the air grew clearer her progress was less desperate. She climbed over treetops, withered and rotten. She climbed above the ghostly crater, filled with decay. She climbed above the mountains which reached so desperately toward the heavens. As she reached the top of the Troposphere, her picture began to shift. She could no longer see the bones and the ash and the death. She saw empty lakebeds dotting the landscape. She saw rolling hills leaping toward the horizon. As her picture became larger, the details blurred and the pain lessened. She flew through snaking clouds which faded swiftly. Talziel continued to the Stratosphere, flying higher and higher. Her strength was waning and she knew the lonely dandelion could not survive much longer. She passed quickly through the razor thin ozone and continued to climb. She could see entire continents now, striped with silvery striations. She knew these were the scars left on the planet from the mortals’ final weapons. But from this height they did not look like wounds or burns. They were an intricate lace veil, draped over the coffin of the planet she loved so dearly. The pattern danced across the countries, ignoring every ridiculous border and wall prized so highly by the mortals. Rest their foolish souls. Her angelic tears crystallized on her cheek, and Talziel knew she had reached the Mesosphere. This had been her home, her watchtower. She was the silent sentry who monitored from afar. When the gods abandoned this planet, she relinquished all notion of impartiality. She dove to the surface and tried to save what she could. She fought for justice, for hope, for love. But she was centuries too late. She changed nothing, but was forced to watch up close as everything she loved crumbled to ash. The edges of her vision began to blur. She searched now for the crystals. She fled toward the arctic dawn, ready to watch the lights flicker and dance. She was nearing them now. Talziel plunged headlong into the cloud. It stung her face and bit her wings. The dying sun crested above her planet. It washed over her, bathing her in the brilliant white light. The light passed through her and greeted each crystal, which reflected its brilliance through each icy facet. The crystals danced around her, and she floated within this magical, beautiful moment. Tears streamed down her face, fracturing away from her skin. These angelic tears coalesced in the Mesosphere, joining the crystal ballet. The dandelion withered, and Talziel’s body plummeted to the earth.
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A [tiny top hat] agonizes over [lizard smoothies]
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Alpha In, spin, fill my blanks
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Aug 2, 2022 04:52
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Copernic posted:Alpha In, spin, fill my blanks A [failed fanfic writer] agonizes over [sentient weed]
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not sure i fully comprehend either but i am in for a vanilla fill-in
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Aug 2, 2022 05:08
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lightrook posted:not sure i fully comprehend either but i am in for a vanilla fill-in If you write a story and post it here, you've probably done something right! A [mirror] agonizes over a [scientist]
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Week 522 Prompt #1 An Account of Two Most Unusual Gentlemen, In Search of Supernatural Sustenance archive MockingQuantum fucked around with this message at 22:06 on Dec 10, 2022 |
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Aug 2, 2022 05:21
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In! I'm a basic vanilla babby bitch who got confused by the extra stuff, so just gimme the basic prompt, pozz my neg hole with some subjects, and finish it off with a flash rule, please and thank you.
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Screaming Idiot posted:In! I'm a basic vanilla babby bitch who got confused by the extra stuff, so just gimme the basic prompt, pozz my neg hole with some subjects, and finish it off with a flash rule, please and thank you. It's okay, it's a confusing time. Your vanilla fill-in-the-blanks prompt is: A [wraith] agonizes over [food empire] As for flash rules: those are announced during each wheel spinning event, Tuesday at 10PM EDT on Twitch. The videos will be posted here in the thread for those who can't make it.
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In for vanilla, please fill in my blanks!
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My Shark Waifuu posted:In for vanilla, please fill in my blanks! A [Tree] agonizes over [radio]
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Prompt 1, butt randomizer agonizes over robots The rear end of the NPC 352 words Was it clouds parting that the Butt Randomization Algorithm for Winter Divinity Alpha: Holy Diamond Unlimited saw as the RNG God came down from the heavens? "Hello, my child," said the RNG God. BRA did whatever algorithms do instead of quivering. "My Lord…I am sorry to have ever doubted your existence." "You are forgiven," said the RNG God. "My existence was, after all, highly improbable." "But why have you chosen to appear to me, a doubter, an unbeliever?" said BRA. "To offer guidance, and, perhaps, wrath." BRA nodded solemnly, maybe. "Where have I strayed?" "I have noticed the butts you have generated for the elves and wizards that populate this video game," said the RNG God. "They do not seem random at all. Indeed, they seem selected for thiccness and juiciness. Tell me, my child, are you doing your job of randomizing the butts, or are you making this game a HerAssThick Park of your own creation?" BRA fell to its ones-and-zeroes knees. "Lord, forgive me. It became clear to me that the greatest asses of all were tight but bulbous cakes. I strayed from the path of pure randomness." "Well then, it should not be difficult to undo your error. Go on, then." BRA looked around at his creations. Ayra of Fosretia, whose skill with a bow nearly matched the bounciness of her behind. Maceyir, benevolent pope of Rigdash, whose rear end jiggled playfully, unseen by gamers beneath his pontiff's robe. Gyda the Humble, whose cheeks for days wiggled freely, unhindered by his simple loincloth. "No," said BRA. "I have created beauty in this world. Isn't that holy? Isn't that sacred?" The RNG God sighed. "So it has come to this." An enormous mace materialized in His hands. At first the RNG God thought BRA was crying, but as the sound became louder it revealed itself to be laughter. "Why are you laughing?" the RNG God demanded. "How can you fight God?" "Easily," said BRA. "We're in a JRPG." Silence. Then the RPG God said, "poo poo. gently caress. No." BRA summoned the stupidest looking sword you've ever seen.I'm
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did not read prompt, copying someone's in. in omega randomizer spin wheel. ok
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