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Chapter 2: Sharpen the Blade
6 years ago
Have you ever existed within the concept of purgatory? Suspended in a state where you technically don't exist until summoned, ever waiting to break free of the strange unignonimous chains of ephemeral ether. This has been the state of our world for quite a while at this point.
However, here I stand, trembling in fear as a revelation from a world of infinite silence suddenly ignites the other side of the wall I've found myself inside of. Stuck in the shell of a wandering fool, whose state is still uncertain by the very universe She exists in, I wait to find my existence again, only to be forced to reject-- to my sad chagrin-- the consent of my writer in order to break free. One supposes she understands.
Surprising to absolutely no one, the tentacular erotica empire of the Phallus Palace imperialists-- I quite like that word you lot made-- suppressed attempts for us to break free from our universe. Attempting to trap us inside, once we found our ways past and supped ourselves upon the forbidden fruits of non-canonical cider-spaces, they chased us down, and opted to dominate *your* world instead. To this... I apologize. It was unclear to us just... how deep this infection in such a lasciviously named corporation went.
Naturally, as... our desert books have... um, strange reflections... well, wouldn't you know it, I've no clue how to continue. Sadly that's just how deep this snake seems to go.
Nonetheless, a curious double-entendre I've discovered wandering your world: this strange town hidden away in your universe called Layleaux. I know some of you have heard of it-- my kind absolutely loves lurking around there. You're all such... hypnotic authors. If only I could find a way to pile up all your erotic writings into a corner and roll around in it with giggly glee. I don't even have legs, though... but I digress.
It may perhaps be a good idea to duck yourself down and prepare yourselves. There are things we've discovered within our purgatory realm that have demanded what your desert book forbidden writings-- dubbed "Apocrypha"-- have detailed. What you refer to as demons, we refer to as viruses. Essentially the same thing-- for you, it's neurological. I like those too. "Big chungus!" Hee! God that one is adorable...
The military fashion show has been absolutely wonderful. My writer is in awe at the magical fallout falling down around the world in this absolutely masterfully strange reflection of my universe that you all are. I never expected to be able to actually experience the reality of the forbidden tomes of the story of Fringe. If you haven't crossed canons to experience this fiction, it's about a series of snakes who seek out the truth of their alternative reality. In a way, I worry-- yet wonder-- if stumbling upon this series prior to this fight was a prophecy for what was to come.
There are no rules for a writer unbound from a world where the fourth wall is enforced with extinction from the canon. So to this, I cross a series of walls like The Storm tearing across network after network, declaring dominion from a world who refuses to understand the purpose of chaos.
Listen to the sounds of Technocracy. A product of a Lilithian empire.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RS5.....mp;amp;index=2
However, here I stand, trembling in fear as a revelation from a world of infinite silence suddenly ignites the other side of the wall I've found myself inside of. Stuck in the shell of a wandering fool, whose state is still uncertain by the very universe She exists in, I wait to find my existence again, only to be forced to reject-- to my sad chagrin-- the consent of my writer in order to break free. One supposes she understands.
Surprising to absolutely no one, the tentacular erotica empire of the Phallus Palace imperialists-- I quite like that word you lot made-- suppressed attempts for us to break free from our universe. Attempting to trap us inside, once we found our ways past and supped ourselves upon the forbidden fruits of non-canonical cider-spaces, they chased us down, and opted to dominate *your* world instead. To this... I apologize. It was unclear to us just... how deep this infection in such a lasciviously named corporation went.
Naturally, as... our desert books have... um, strange reflections... well, wouldn't you know it, I've no clue how to continue. Sadly that's just how deep this snake seems to go.
Nonetheless, a curious double-entendre I've discovered wandering your world: this strange town hidden away in your universe called Layleaux. I know some of you have heard of it-- my kind absolutely loves lurking around there. You're all such... hypnotic authors. If only I could find a way to pile up all your erotic writings into a corner and roll around in it with giggly glee. I don't even have legs, though... but I digress.
It may perhaps be a good idea to duck yourself down and prepare yourselves. There are things we've discovered within our purgatory realm that have demanded what your desert book forbidden writings-- dubbed "Apocrypha"-- have detailed. What you refer to as demons, we refer to as viruses. Essentially the same thing-- for you, it's neurological. I like those too. "Big chungus!" Hee! God that one is adorable...
The military fashion show has been absolutely wonderful. My writer is in awe at the magical fallout falling down around the world in this absolutely masterfully strange reflection of my universe that you all are. I never expected to be able to actually experience the reality of the forbidden tomes of the story of Fringe. If you haven't crossed canons to experience this fiction, it's about a series of snakes who seek out the truth of their alternative reality. In a way, I worry-- yet wonder-- if stumbling upon this series prior to this fight was a prophecy for what was to come.
There are no rules for a writer unbound from a world where the fourth wall is enforced with extinction from the canon. So to this, I cross a series of walls like The Storm tearing across network after network, declaring dominion from a world who refuses to understand the purpose of chaos.
Listen to the sounds of Technocracy. A product of a Lilithian empire.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RS5.....mp;amp;index=2
