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Started by Delthion, July 17, 2020, 05:48:37 AM

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shisteer of nothing much

Poetry at its finest! Truly beautiful fiction, my friend!
    I have a shiny thing! See?



And another shiny thing:



And also some random, unnecessary coding.[/li][/list]

Long live the RRR!

Delthion

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Those that lie among the reeds are known among the beads.

Who among those bound in freedom recognize red?

Do the greys see that which knows not?

Naught shall say the lumbering under-cloven

Understand that which dawn hides

Always shall the tree of the dustborn dream of death

Applaud will the great green ones in their beds of decay
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

shisteer of nothing much

    I have a shiny thing! See?



And another shiny thing:



And also some random, unnecessary coding.[/li][/list]

Long live the RRR!

Delthion

Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

shisteer of nothing much

    I have a shiny thing! See?



And another shiny thing:



And also some random, unnecessary coding.[/li][/list]

Long live the RRR!

Delthion

Read the first word of every line in the last one. Phonetically, not what it actually says.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

shisteer of nothing much

Those who do naught understand always applaud?
    I have a shiny thing! See?



And another shiny thing:



And also some random, unnecessary coding.[/li][/list]

Long live the RRR!

Delthion

Indeed, but naught = not in this case.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

shisteer of nothing much

    I have a shiny thing! See?



And another shiny thing:



And also some random, unnecessary coding.[/li][/list]

Long live the RRR!

Delthion

Well, you have to admit, in this latter case it is most certainly accurate.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

shisteer of nothing much

    I have a shiny thing! See?



And another shiny thing:



And also some random, unnecessary coding.[/li][/list]

Long live the RRR!

Kade Rivok

I'm gonna sing the doom song now!  Doom doom dooooooom doom da doom etc.
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The Skarzs

Quote from: Delthion on July 21, 2020, 06:31:46 AM
Read the first word of every line in the last one. Phonetically, not what it actually says.
The but yet the yet before.
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"The moon tide is tugging on our hearts right now."
"Ishkhaqwi ai durugnul"
"We're making the mother of all omelettes here. Can't fret over every egg"
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Delthion

Quote from: The Skarzs on July 21, 2020, 06:09:05 PM
Quote from: Delthion on July 21, 2020, 06:31:46 AM
Read the first word of every line in the last one. Phonetically, not what it actually says.
The but yet the yet before.

I ask you friends, have truer words ever been spoken?
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.