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A Slap his stupid nihilistic arguments, rather than his stupid nihilistic face.
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Wow, I loved all that. B
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B Clip him upside the earhole He's not gonna be convinced by you explaining why they are doing the thing because he would surely already know from him getting on the project in the first place, and he's already vandalized it so he clearly isn't going to be swayed by you explaining it again.
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Whee old person A, given how I sorta feel Chirp has put themselves on the path to just getting beat down regardless, continuously, forever, going against the grain of ages. And a condescending lecture at this point may be equally likely to lead to more old person self-defense, only with marginally less justification.
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A. Gotta maintain that moral high ground. It probably won't convince Chirp, but slapping him isn't likely to convince him either (and invites retaliation).
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Voting is closed. I thank you in advance for your patience waiting for the next installment.
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Also, you people wasted your chance to slap Chirp, what are you even doing?
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Scribbleykins posted:Chirp has put themselves on the path to just getting beat down regardless, continuously, forever, going against the grain of ages I said my piece. 
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Result: A  Nibelle takes a good, thorough look at Chirp's petulant figure. Thinking long and hard, and then, finally, she sighs, deeply. "...You are too obsessed with Oneder. Its not healthy for you, Chirp, and its warping your viewpoint." Chirp pouts. "First you say I'm not getting us there fast enough, and now you say I'm taking my job too seriously? Make up your mind already." "And there you are wrong. What you call 'the job' was never taking us to Oneder. The job is the completion of the Great Work. The realization of Promise." "Bah." Chirp scoops another wingful of grubs into his maw. "That's a funny way of putting it. You keep splitting things down into nonsense, leading people into a maze made of words. Going to Oneder is what we are really doing." "...I swear, you have such gaps in your understanding. Its almost as if your parents never brought you to attend a Reading when you were young." "I stuck to the books about structural engineering for the most part." "You must have skipped most of the pages to avoid learning why the field exists, then." Nibelle takes a breath. And then, her voice flows. It dances! Each syllable sparkling with beauty.  quote:Listen, Shiverm, Maraqueet and Squild. People of ice, neon and ink, people of the harsh lands. Listen. ...That concludes Nibelle's Reading. Her voice is back to her usual calm tones. "Oneder is an anchor. Twomb is an anchor. They only exist so that Flickerfare may exist, and take us to the Between." "Flickerfare is our world. It is there that we will build our true lives. The creatures inhabiting Oneder have no bearing on us. We shall judge their merit once the time comes." "We shall ascend to the endless plains of Promise. Free to journey without bonds." "Rather than animals of Something, we shall become the people of Everything."    "...You claim to have more accurate answers? Some better informed knowledge of our history?" Chirp takes a swig from his flask. "No, but I'm familiar with the clear sea scrolls. Old texts, so similar to the modern teachings, yet so different. At the advent of written language people started writing down their folklore, producing numerous different versions of history from different oral traditions. In particular there are many divergent versions of the speeches given by Pantocrat, all clearly from the same source, all somewhat different in their wording and implications. From the look of it, it was a real hubbub of disagreements until Noble oversaw the compilation of the official record of history. He was the only one who had seen it. That's the only source we have, what he still remembered centuries after the fact." "Again, I swear..." Nibelle, quite fed up by now, goes on. "I didn't take you for one of those paranoid skeptics. The fools who claim that Noble invented the scriptures himself, in order to unify the peoples of-" "I did not say that!!!" Chirp practically screams, alarming the other people in the VIP stands. "Now you listen! You can call me a corrupt piece of poo poo, but you DO NOT put words in my mouth! I am saying that we have no way of knowing how accurate our records of the ancient history are, that's all! I'm not some idiot that doubts the existence of gods!" "So rather, what you are saying, is that the Great Work, it's very concept and premise, could be the result of mistranslation? I do admit, the work of a librarian is often the work of interpretation. Sorting through what information remains, and making the best conclusions we can. Mistakes happen. Mistakes, but not outright farce. You imply that in the process of sorting through the stories and memories muddled by centuries of time, Noble might have invented, or accepted, a fabrication on the scale of the Great Work? No. That is impossible. The details might have shifted, but not the Promise. Such things are not simply forgotten."  Chirp shies away from Nibelle's gaze. "...Whatever." He takes another swig. "But my point stands. Even if Pantocrat really promised us immortality, we have no idea if thats actually true." "Get to your point." Nibelle groans. "What, do you think that a god would lie to us? For what reason exactly?" "What I am saying is..." Chirp mutters. "That when the gods actually do something, we aren't left wondering whether it really happened." "We don't need to imagine that we are seeing fighters in the Arisaurna. And within the confines of Taj Meltheal, we don't need to grit our beaks and pretend that the surgery doesn't hurt." "We only need to lie to ourselves when we say that what we are doing is anything other than simply building a road to Oneder. That something miraculous is going to happen Ages and Ages after Pantocrat already died. If he couldn't even prevent his own end then I doubt that he could undo ours." Nibelle casts a sidelong glance at Chirp. "So cause and effect need to be right next to each other for you to comprehend them? I apologize, I thought that the lack of progress at Flickerfare was due to your selfish decisions, but maybe you have really been trying your best, but you've had a hard time with the concept of planning ahead. Weird, architecture usually involves making choices years before their fulfillment." "Look at who's talking..." Chirp mutters. "We all do the best we can. No one can truly plan for the future, to plan for the unknown. Not even your precious Pantocrat. Even if he intended to help us, we know well that the gods are fallible. It could be that he hosed up. I've read that one book. Real eye opening to think that a god could be such a poor writer." "...It could be that Pantocrat 'hosed up', as you say, yes." Nibelle digs around. "But even in doing so, he was fulfilling his purpose."  She produces a coin from somewhere. "I'm going to flip this coin. Tell me, what side do you think its going to land on?" Chirp shrugs. "There's no way to know. Fifty fifty odds." "No. Its going to land on the only side it could have landed on." Its going to land heads.  Nibelle flips the coin. "Had we measured the position, velocity and angular velocity of the coin with sufficent precision, along with enviromental factors, we could tell the end result before it even happened."  "All uncertainty rises only from our ignorance. So it is in matters as small as flipping a coin, as it is in ones as large as the fate of two worlds."  I told you so. "There is only one path, one course of events. Every state follows from the last. What will happen at the end was decided the moment that the first state was set. The future has already been chosen." Chirp rolls his flask around in his grip. "...You refer to the Overgod. The totality of everything." He sneers. "How convenient for you, to have another, bigger god to hide behind." "Drop the act already, Chirp. You are not nearly as uncultured as you pretend to be. Tell me, what is your reason for rejecting the existence of the Plan? Really, tell me honestly." Chirp takes another swig, and spends a long while staring at the empty Arisaurna, in hopes that another duel would begin. It doesn't happen. Finally, he speaks. "...I'm a natural philosopher at heart." "I do not reject the possibility of the Plan. That everything has already been decided. As much as I hate it, it seems all too plausible for me." "What I do not believe in, is that the Plan is for our benefit." He swings a wing. "Look at the world around you. At all the suffering and injustice. At the children dying in their mothers' caress! At all the broken dreams. Our happiness was not a factor considered when the Plan was made."    While Chirp struggles to put together a retort, Nibelle continues. "We are the chosen people. We are the ones with a path to eternity. Difficult as the road may be at times, it is for our benefit now, and in the future. Challenges exist to weed out those who would not commit theirselves to the cause." "Or can you deny that? Can you deny that in the Plan, Twomb is clearly the side designed to prosper?" "...Shut up!" Chirp snaps. Nibelle goes on. "Our part is not always easy, don't take me wrong, but our difficulties serve a purpose. With each challenge surmounted, we progress." "It is our duty to rise up to the challenge, to prove our ability, to prove that we are still here, still alive." "It is our duty to accept the trials that the gods set before us, for with each challenge we learn and we grow." "Duty..." Chirp mutters, his voice dripping with contempt. "Duty, challenge, purpose, fate, destiny, meaning." "Don't try to force any of that filth down my throat."       -----   gently caress them. gently caress all of them.  If that dusty old librarian thinks that she has scored a some sort of win then she's sorely mistaken. What a waste of time! Rrgh! That's the last time Chirp attends to one of their 'polite invitations'. Some lackey can handle the negotiations from now on.  "I'm right. I've been right for a long time, and I'm not about to let anybody to tell me otherwise!" He yells to the night sky. To Oneder. He glares down at the buildings below. "...And if you think otherwise.... Well, I'm right here, come up and fight me, cowards." Unsteady, he leans at the wall. "...But you aren't going to. You know that you'd only end up like the others who have tried. Hahaha.... Librarians, and others... they're all talk. If they come knocking, well I'm ready for a fight. They'll never wring me out of my tower, hahaha....." Cowards. Cowards and whiners the lot of them. They say that he's ruining the Flickerfare, when all he's doing is spending the funds on better things? "...You haven't seen the meaning of the word 'Ruin', morons..." He slurs to the wind. And then, a thought arises. "...I could do some real damage if I set my mind to it." He could do it. He could clear the ground floor, hand pick a team of excavators, and have them go to town on the foundations. Who would stop him? He has long since purged the team of any would-be whistleblowers. By the time the outsiders realized what was happening, the Flickerfare would already be collapsing. The whole drat thing coming down. Now wouldn't that be something. It took however many generations to get this far, but Chirp could rival that in one instant.  He'd be the most hated person alive, but hey, he's already old. Not much left to lose. Might as well set up the plan in advance, for the right time... It'd be worth it, if only for the looks on their faces as they are forced to rethink the path that they are following. To see them forced to find a new direction for-     -----            
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 ...And that is the last recovered page of the diary. Incomplete as it is, this record by an unnamed author is still an unique look into the events of the years ████████, as it is one of the only remaining accounts that goes into detail about the alleged crimes of an overseer that held sway over the Flickerfare at the time. The missing pages and the unconventional, rambling writing style make for a difficult read, but the book provides an interesting look into the daily life and societal conditions in an era of which frustratingly little is written. During an interview, when questioned about her role in the riots of the time, the Hero Gelid claimed: "I don't recall much about that. I had more important things going on at the time. By the time I really took notice the whole thing had already passed." Her recollections are sparse, but largely match up with events described in the diary of the nameless janitor, lending the book a degree of historical credibility. For the most part. To be taken less seriously is the description of the controversial overseer's death. This section is generally considered heavily metaphorical, reflective of the writer's personal beliefs, and not worth serious analysis. Even without going into the implausibility of the events described, and how the author could possibly have witnessed them, the tale also stands contested by another source: archived patient records. At the time, a person resembling the overseer is marked as getting hospitalized for liver cirrhosis. From what little we can glean from the documents, it seems he never recovered. Nothing more of the story has survived.
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 Addendum: Gratur: A cryptic figure only mentioned once. Most likely someone whose importance was clear to the people of the time, probably a leader of a rival group that refused to heed the words of Pantocrat. Plains of Promise: - Referred to by various names: Vastness, Eons, Faraway Fields, Nothing, Everlasting Ice, Outer Tides, Ocean, Big Weird Curator of History: A person charged with making sure that records of past events are accurate. Most of the job consists of ghost writing the memoirs of Heroes who don't feel like doing it themselves.
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 ADAM, God of the Atom HP: 1/2 (1/1 HP 'lost' in 'dawn of time event') Emanating from divine signals scattered by a major genesis-event for Nowhere, a message in the form of music and neon filtered through the ethereal planes and slowly percolated into the dreams of those with the right Yearnings... those for finding Love in the chaotic struggles of existence: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6i681VcRpA > 1HP GOD-Remnant Magic: BLADE-HUNGERS-ABOVE gains HEAVENLY Trait!
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Lux Anima posted:
unfortunately said Remnant is indisposed along with Wedge But don't worry it's gotten weird
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Dog Kisser posted:unfortunately said Remnant is indisposed along with Wedge How about 1HP Remnant: Heaven-Through-Beauty, or else the fun-dealer's choice!
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Have the Squilb already forgotten the first, oldest promise? A promise of wealth and power, a glorious empire backed by powers they barely could understand? And what happened to the god making it, or the squilb that believed it? Pantocrat wasn't the first to make lofty promises, and neither will they be the last. The Krakink wait below as always, watching, remembering.
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Portrait of Gelid, suspected to have been drawn by one of the other Librarians at the time. God-touched, her features and colorations were unique but are quite possibly exaggerated by the artist. Similar reports of those who have seen her with their own eyes include unusually sharp mandibles and four spinal protrusions. Unknown Origin.
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As stated on Discord, this intermission story was amazing and and the art lovely. Very well done, Jvie!Chaosfeather posted:Portrait of Gelid, suspected to have been drawn by one of the other Librarians at the time. God-touched, her features and colorations were unique but are quite possibly exaggerated by the artist. Similar reports of those who have seen her with their own eyes include unusually sharp mandibles and four spinal protrusions. Unknown Origin. Speaking of lovely, this too! Glad to see Twomb's current Hero getting their share of attention.
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Chaosfeather posted:Portrait of Gelid, suspected to have been drawn by one of the other Librarians at the time. God-touched, her features and colorations were unique but are quite possibly exaggerated by the artist. Similar reports of those who have seen her with their own eyes include unusually sharp mandibles and four spinal protrusions. Unknown Origin. Nice. Its always fun to see peoples’ takes on the original minimalistic designs. Scribbleykins posted:As stated on Discord, this intermission story was amazing and and the art lovely. Very well done, Jvie! And thanks, it was fun to do. In particular I liked reading people’s justifications for their votes, which often drove things just as much as the votes themselves. In particular Glacen’s rejection of Chirp’s way could have happened on far more quiet, even amicable terms, but there seemed to be more support for a direct approach.
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  The Fae are such a nuisance, a group of people form a pest control group to bring their numbers down. posted:Ladies and gentlemen, has this ever happened to you? You're peacefully strolling through the Victory Gardens, smelling the fragrant Glowses and savoring the tranquility, when suddenly, you're besieged by a swarm of mischievous Fae! They're buzzing around, giggling, and playing tricks on you, turning your serenity into utter chaos. Well, fear not, for we have the perfect solution to rid your life of these troublesome creatures!  Someone has stolen the Fae Key! A few Twombians try to solve the mystery of who took it before the thief solves the mystery of what box the key opens. posted:Long ago, the trickster Goddess Fae had left behind a gift for the People of Twomb. A key - the Fae Key - to be used to open a mysterious, unknown container. Any and all may make the attempt, and the sole victor would be infused with a mysterious Magic trick. It was all very exciting sounding, but fearing that the Pixiesprint (as She named the contest) would interrupt the Great Work, it was decided that the Key be brought to Rinkjet for a methodical search.  An old, scarred Onderian warrior seeks an old foe in hopes of finding an honorable death in the Arisaurna. posted:The Ages War was over, they said. With the loss of Wedge all those years back, the Axefaces - sorry, the Aardiche - scattered. Over time, some of them came crawling back to polite society. They sure as hell weren’t welcome in Bigbox, but way up here in Haft-Upon-Mattockhorn things had always been a little looser, a little further from the war down south. Clatter was an old Plungerboa, and he felt wretched about it. About everything, now. His old bones felt brittle as Inkpane, and he knew he wasn’t the only one. Misery that the Drain came after the war should end, but that was the lot of the Plungerboa. Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 19:57 on Mar 15, 2024 |
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1A 2C 3C e: avatar gon eat the key, explain nothing, leave Arcanuse fucked around with this message at 05:21 on May 24, 2023 |
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1B - You can't trick all the trickster-species... oh nononono. 2C - This is precisely why the Avatar has been working there so long. 3A - Intent is clear, here.
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1:A 2: A 3: C Endless meetings, endless rage.
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1B - Can’t get rid of them that easily. 2B - Poor Gelid has probably been dying to do something other than library work--something that feels a little more hero-y. 3C - GRAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
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1. A - Every action has an equal and opposite reaction 2. B - You can't spend this much time undermining a peaceful Avatar without wondering what the heck you're doing and also if there isn't literally anything else you could be doing. 3. C - A final rallying cry in the face of remorseless fate.
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 A - Fae-Away is successful. There are unintended consequences. posted:Fae-Awae was a runawae success. All around the major cities of Oneder, from Haft-Upon-Mattockhorn to Bigbox, all the way down to the loose conglomeration of groups down by what was now known as the Scab, the Fae-Awae Exterminators worked to clear populated areas of the pesky creatures. The world had seen more than enough chaos, thank you very much, and the peace and quiet left behind by their absence allowed People to stop and think for once. The Fae were driven into the wilderness, driven back towards their enclave in Faeverland, and the world was better for it!  B - Gelid takes Action / D - The Key is used by an unknown party posted:Gelid couldn’t wait any longer. It was wholly ridiculous how long this was all taking. They’d been deliberating for real life months, and she wasn’t going to sit by. She went out on the prowl, Driven by her nature to seek out the culprit. The Avatar would keep, and if it acted up she would just take it down… tomorrow, or something. Pushing past the redoubled guard around the now-empty Plinth of the Key, she looked for clues. Flexing senses she only half understood, she consulted the Axkashic Records.  C - Clatter just screamed in rage! posted:Clatter bowled the Axeface bastard over, hissing and slapping at him with Axiom-forged constructs. The nameless Aardiche just gaped at him, arms up defensively as the blows rained down. That was almost it right there, but the one-eyed fellow lashed his powerful tail around his opponent's neck and levered him off and away. Clatter rolled into a tight ball and skidded to a stop some distance away. One-Eye pushed himself to hits full height, sputtering with indignation and rage. "What in the name of the Gods, man! Why? Why now? The Gods watched (for really an unexpectedly long time), but eventually the Barrier began to weaken once more. Soon, they began to push and clamour for entrance, that they may enter the world and remake it in their own image. But only five may claim the honour… Contest among yourselves, O Gods! ENGODDENING posted:Sorry for the delay, folks! I’ll need five new Gods. Same as before, roll 1d100, only now you add your Wisp totals. Gods who joined last time may not roll (because you’re dead), and must content themselves with watching the newcomers make fools of themselves trying to get in! Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 19:59 on Mar 15, 2024 |
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