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You loved her. Did she love you? >I don't know. >It doesn't matter. >No.

You know that isn't a sin, right, son? You know I raised you to know better than that. >You didn't raise me. >You're wrong. >You're right.

Atonement for your sins. What sin are you guilty of, son? >Envy. >Wrath. >Love.

You see it now, in the face of the Mother Mary, as you pray. What are you praying for? >Her. >Forgiveness. >Death.

You do remember her smile, don't you? >It's the only thing worth remembering. >I wish I didn't. >No.

You INSULT the WIZENED EMU! You tell him that GERMAN LOOKS like the WIZENED EMU! The WIZENED EMU is confused by this, but retracts his NECK in shame, revealing his SOFT HEAD. >INSULT >Grab SOFT HEAD >Attack SOFT HEAD >SURRENDER

INSULT LEVEL 2! NEW ABILITIES! FORMULATE YOUR INSULT! SUBJECT: >SOFT HEAD >NECK >GERMAN MODIFIER: >SMELL >LOOK >FEEL OBJECT: >SOFT HEAD >EMU >HANDS >GERMAN >NECK @Agent @ViciousVip3R

You GRAB the SOFT HEAD. The WIZENED EMU enjoys this nice pet and stretches his powerful NECK back out. You still feel as though the Critical Damage Music should still be playing, because you are still Critically Damaged. >INSULT >Grab NECK >Attack NECK >SURRENDER @ViciousVip3R

You feel like Critical Damage Music should be playing, but it wound up being an unaccepted file format! Curses! You tell the WIZENED EMU's NECK smells like NECKS! He seems hurt by this and retracts his NECK, revealing his SOFT HEAD! INSULTS INCREASED TO LEVEL 2! NEW ABILITIES UNLOCKED! >INSULT...

You ATTACK the WIZENED EMU's NECK with your GOD-GIVEN HANDS. It appears as though it is its strongest point! It nips at you. You feel as though you are on the brink of death! >INSULT >Grab NECK >Attack NECK >SURRENDER @ViciousVip3R

You attempt to add the WIZENED EMU's NECK to your INVENTORY, but you are unable to GRAB it. It appears as though it is its strongest point! The NECK is rough and scrapes your HAND. >INSULT >Grab NECK >Attack NECK >SURRENDER @ViciousVip3R

COMBAT COMMENCES IMPRESSIVE MUSIC starts playing, and it fills you with insatiable bloodlust! A WIZENED EMU stands in front of you, its long NECK offending you. >INSULT >Grab NECK >Attack NECK >SURRENDER @ViciousVip3R

You are on a train. A WIZENED EMU approaches. He questions your decision to move into THE NEIGHBORHOOD, but you do not speak GERMAN. He continues to speak to you, but you continue to not speak GERMAN. >Request SOLITUDE >Request COMBAT

Y'all are rude

The incongruent geometries of the gogolplex lock into place. The swirling features of the man melt into a warm feeling. He's watching you but he's hiding it. He's listening but he just smiles and waits. The damperous floor wafts slowly beneath. Damperous damperous hello hello how can i help...

@Epiphany @Dax And now we see John, hand in hand with his beloved daughter. Under the fluorescing lights, we see them move gracefully past the shelf where an employee stacks packages of meat that have fallen onto the floor back in their proper places. They meander through the aisles to the...

take it take the shot, white boy the hellfire swirls black fire. your home is blood and loss. he looks and you see lastness. you pull the trigger. God's angel stands before you, hand in hand. She smiles warmly. She's clearly disappointed in you, but she knows it's not your fault. With shaking...

She smiles and laughs shyly. She'd been on the beach before, but never like this. In her childhood, she marvelled in the hot waves of the South China Sea, exploring the jungled beach of Da Nang, lavishing in the dark blues of the water, not the bright white sands of Denmark. She claimed that she...

you reach out your hands to hers. the warmth of her soul conducts into yours. her smile fills you with determination and wonder. Here you are, and here she is. You missed her so dearly. The flickering lightsof the seafood aisle illuminate her dark skin in a wondrous glow. Your eyes demand you to...

@Dax Your father was a silent man, and even more silent upon mention of the woman that was your mother. Your only knowledge of her originated from scrapbooks of USO glamour shots from the war: uniform clad women with five-inch heels raised above their heads and sparkles so bright they filled...