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So your tooth is completely gone or are you getting a fake one or what?
Mostly gone. And I keep pushing the other ones back in with my tongue. I can only comfortably eat with one side of my mouth, so once the staples are out, getting a replacement or something is first priority.


 
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Ele...

That fucking made me cry...
Look what the cat dragged in. Don't cry.


 
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Why would you want to kill yourself? You're actually one of the cool people on this Earth, that would be a waste.
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Ele...

That fucking made me cry...

ayyy you made it finally


 
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..... That never works
I disagree!


 
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slow growth allows
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preceded and exceeded
I feel carried by choices beyond human
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slow growth allows
surprises when you're absent
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to marvel at change
preceded and exceeded
I feel carried by choices beyond human
I'm glad of my language, life and libido
that gives, expressions
pattern freedom to justify itself


So, I was trying.

Like poetry? That's cool. I did some myself, the beginnings of a short story in my universe last night. I think it's relaxing, writing. Good for cooling off stress.

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UCE Kyoto, 50,000 kilometres from mining colony Rho Xi II
23/06/2654, 05:23 AM [Military Clock]
En route to meet with UCE Crescent Moon for FTL jump to Earth


“Captain, something’s appeared on our scopes.” reported Fifth Lieutenant Thomas Waters. Something had appeared on radar a couple of minutes ago, just a blip, before it had disappeared again. It had lasted a fraction of a second, but Thomas just passed it off as floating space debris. It wasn’t uncommon for sensory arrays to register rocks and dust as a craft, usually when they hadn’t been well-maintained. Thomas had made a mental note to request a retune of the arrays when the Kyoto next docked for resupply. Now it was back again, but larger.
“We get stuff on the radar all the time, Tom. Nuthin’ to worry about.” replied the captain of the vessel, Captain Andrew Jorad. Thomas looked around to see that the captain was lounging in his custom-fitted leather chair, risen above the six bridge crew. His right arm held a glass of polan wine, the bottle precariously balanced next to the control console. His left hand focused on a holographic display in front of him, from behind, it appeared to be some sort of external messaging system, even though the Kyoto was supposed to be on communications lockdown. Reckless, the Kyoto was a state-of-the-art Hunter-class stealth corvette. It was undetectable to all but the most advanced detectors. Or at least when the captain was taking his post seriously- this was the kind of recklessness that would attract any number of raiders, the Kyoto didn’t have the defences to wade off a capital ship. Thomas looked at his partner, Second Lieutenant James. He had the same disparaging look in his eye, Thomas knew what he was thinking without it being said; the captain was only the rank he was because of his background, born the son of Garen Jorad, the ambassador for Primus and a person of significant power in the Imperium. The navy had done all it could to stop Jorad from having command of a ship of significant power, like his father’s suggestion for him to command one of the UCE dreadnaughts. So Jorad was instead given one of the smallest ships in the fleet, and given the most redundant missions as far from the core- and the admiralty- as possible. Unfortunately, that also left Thomas and James and the other crew members- 35 in total- left to patrol space far enough from the core to be effectively forgotten but not far enough to be in any real danger; the perfect area to be bored more or less all the time.
“But sir, I’ve already checked over the arrays. Perhaps if you hadn’t elected to get repairs for our sensors at the last dock, we could know for sure.” Thomas answered in response, a hint of sarcasm evident in his voice.
“Fine, then you can pay for upgrades when we dock with Crescent Moon, then. I’m not-“
Jorad was cut off by a loud explosion, reverberating through several decks and causing the lights of the bridge to turn off. After several seconds, two red emergency lights turned on, dimly lighting the room just enough that one could walk around without falling.
“What was that?” asked Jorad, who was holding a hand to his head.
“Unsure, diagnostics indicate an energy weapon impact, starboard side. Cut through engineering, barracks and one of our fuel lines.” replied James, reading off the display on his screen. “We need to go silent, another hit from that will finish us.”
“No, make way to Crescent Moon, full speed, we need her heavier firepower.” stated the captain of the ship.
“I’d advise against-“
“I don’t care what you’d advise; we’re stuck dead in the water if we go silent! Comms, broadcast an SOS to Crescent Moon and get an ETA on docking.” ordered the officer, standing up and walking over to the communications station. “Someone get an external view up already!”
The main screen of the bridge lit up, showing the external view of space around the stealth craft; the black of space dominated the view with a splash of white spots of the stars in the milky way galaxy.
“Captain, according to this, we should be right on top of the Crescent.” reported Warrant Officer Davidson, over at his own view screen. “Wait, switch view to port!” he suddenly shouted, switching the screen to the other side of the ship; the view was completely different; the broken hull of the destroyer dominated the camera, sections of hull plating drifted in the space around the broken ship and a large gash had cut through over fifty centimetres of battleplate, a closer view could see several corridors and rooms had been completely cut in half and at several points, the weapon had completely cut through the entire ship. Atmosphere vented from dozens of points along the warship and fires could be seen raging in several compartments, no one was alive. The Crescent Moon , one of the foremost warships in the navy fleet, was dead, along with its crew of 12,000 was dead.


 
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Uhm, this:

slow growth allows
surprises when you're absent
the world is secretly timid
I come to places I've left alone
to marvel at change
preceded and exceeded
I feel carried by choices beyond human
I'm glad of my language, life and libido
that gives, expressions
pattern freedom to justify itself


So, I was trying.

Like poetry? That's cool. I did some myself, the beginnings of a short story in my universe last night. I think it's relaxing, writing. Good for cooling off stress.

Spoiler
UCE Kyoto, 50,000 kilometres from mining colony Rho Xi II
23/06/2654, 05:23 AM [Military Clock]
En route to meet with UCE Crescent Moon for FTL jump to Earth


“Captain, something’s appeared on our scopes.” reported Fifth Lieutenant Thomas Waters. Something had appeared on radar a couple of minutes ago, just a blip, before it had disappeared again. It had lasted a fraction of a second, but Thomas just passed it off as floating space debris. It wasn’t uncommon for sensory arrays to register rocks and dust as a craft, usually when they hadn’t been well-maintained. Thomas had made a mental note to request a retune of the arrays when the Kyoto next docked for resupply. Now it was back again, but larger.
“We get stuff on the radar all the time, Tom. Nuthin’ to worry about.” replied the captain of the vessel, Captain Andrew Jorad. Thomas looked around to see that the captain was lounging in his custom-fitted leather chair, risen above the six bridge crew. His right arm held a glass of polan wine, the bottle precariously balanced next to the control console. His left hand focused on a holographic display in front of him, from behind, it appeared to be some sort of external messaging system, even though the Kyoto was supposed to be on communications lockdown. Reckless, the Kyoto was a state-of-the-art Hunter-class stealth corvette. It was undetectable to all but the most advanced detectors. Or at least when the captain was taking his post seriously- this was the kind of recklessness that would attract any number of raiders, the Kyoto didn’t have the defences to wade off a capital ship. Thomas looked at his partner, Second Lieutenant James. He had the same disparaging look in his eye, Thomas knew what he was thinking without it being said; the captain was only the rank he was because of his background, born the son of Garen Jorad, the ambassador for Primus and a person of significant power in the Imperium. The navy had done all it could to stop Jorad from having command of a ship of significant power, like his father’s suggestion for him to command one of the UCE dreadnaughts. So Jorad was instead given one of the smallest ships in the fleet, and given the most redundant missions as far from the core- and the admiralty- as possible. Unfortunately, that also left Thomas and James and the other crew members- 35 in total- left to patrol space far enough from the core to be effectively forgotten but not far enough to be in any real danger; the perfect area to be bored more or less all the time.
“But sir, I’ve already checked over the arrays. Perhaps if you hadn’t elected to get repairs for our sensors at the last dock, we could know for sure.” Thomas answered in response, a hint of sarcasm evident in his voice.
“Fine, then you can pay for upgrades when we dock with Crescent Moon, then. I’m not-“
Jorad was cut off by a loud explosion, reverberating through several decks and causing the lights of the bridge to turn off. After several seconds, two red emergency lights turned on, dimly lighting the room just enough that one could walk around without falling.
“What was that?” asked Jorad, who was holding a hand to his head.
“Unsure, diagnostics indicate an energy weapon impact, starboard side. Cut through engineering, barracks and one of our fuel lines.” replied James, reading off the display on his screen. “We need to go silent, another hit from that will finish us.”
“No, make way to Crescent Moon, full speed, we need her heavier firepower.” stated the captain of the ship.
“I’d advise against-“
“I don’t care what you’d advise; we’re stuck dead in the water if we go silent! Comms, broadcast an SOS to Crescent Moon and get an ETA on docking.” ordered the officer, standing up and walking over to the communications station. “Someone get an external view up already!”
The main screen of the bridge lit up, showing the external view of space around the stealth craft; the black of space dominated the view with a splash of white spots of the stars in the milky way galaxy.
“Captain, according to this, we should be right on top of the Crescent.” reported Warrant Officer Davidson, over at his own view screen. “Wait, switch view to port!” he suddenly shouted, switching the screen to the other side of the ship; the view was completely different; the broken hull of the destroyer dominated the camera, sections of hull plating drifted in the space around the broken ship and a large gash had cut through over fifty centimetres of battleplate, a closer view could see several corridors and rooms had been completely cut in half and at several points, the weapon had completely cut through the entire ship. Atmosphere vented from dozens of points along the warship and fires could be seen raging in several compartments, no one was alive. The Crescent Moon , one of the foremost warships in the navy fleet, was dead, along with its crew of 12,000 was dead.
Cool, and thanks for reminding me. A friend sent me a short story that I'm supposed to be looking over, and I haven't, for a week now. I'm a bastard.


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Still, you're alright. What did you write about?
Uhm, this:

slow growth allows
surprises when you're absent
the world is secretly timid
I come to places I've left alone
to marvel at change
preceded and exceeded
I feel carried by choices beyond human
I'm glad of my language, life and libido
that gives, expressions
pattern freedom to justify itself


So, I was trying.

Like poetry? That's cool. I did some myself, the beginnings of a short story in my universe last night. I think it's relaxing, writing. Good for cooling off stress.

Spoiler
UCE Kyoto, 50,000 kilometres from mining colony Rho Xi II
23/06/2654, 05:23 AM [Military Clock]
En route to meet with UCE Crescent Moon for FTL jump to Earth


“Captain, something’s appeared on our scopes.” reported Fifth Lieutenant Thomas Waters. Something had appeared on radar a couple of minutes ago, just a blip, before it had disappeared again. It had lasted a fraction of a second, but Thomas just passed it off as floating space debris. It wasn’t uncommon for sensory arrays to register rocks and dust as a craft, usually when they hadn’t been well-maintained. Thomas had made a mental note to request a retune of the arrays when the Kyoto next docked for resupply. Now it was back again, but larger.
“We get stuff on the radar all the time, Tom. Nuthin’ to worry about.” replied the captain of the vessel, Captain Andrew Jorad. Thomas looked around to see that the captain was lounging in his custom-fitted leather chair, risen above the six bridge crew. His right arm held a glass of polan wine, the bottle precariously balanced next to the control console. His left hand focused on a holographic display in front of him, from behind, it appeared to be some sort of external messaging system, even though the Kyoto was supposed to be on communications lockdown. Reckless, the Kyoto was a state-of-the-art Hunter-class stealth corvette. It was undetectable to all but the most advanced detectors. Or at least when the captain was taking his post seriously- this was the kind of recklessness that would attract any number of raiders, the Kyoto didn’t have the defences to wade off a capital ship. Thomas looked at his partner, Second Lieutenant James. He had the same disparaging look in his eye, Thomas knew what he was thinking without it being said; the captain was only the rank he was because of his background, born the son of Garen Jorad, the ambassador for Primus and a person of significant power in the Imperium. The navy had done all it could to stop Jorad from having command of a ship of significant power, like his father’s suggestion for him to command one of the UCE dreadnaughts. So Jorad was instead given one of the smallest ships in the fleet, and given the most redundant missions as far from the core- and the admiralty- as possible. Unfortunately, that also left Thomas and James and the other crew members- 35 in total- left to patrol space far enough from the core to be effectively forgotten but not far enough to be in any real danger; the perfect area to be bored more or less all the time.
“But sir, I’ve already checked over the arrays. Perhaps if you hadn’t elected to get repairs for our sensors at the last dock, we could know for sure.” Thomas answered in response, a hint of sarcasm evident in his voice.
“Fine, then you can pay for upgrades when we dock with Crescent Moon, then. I’m not-“
Jorad was cut off by a loud explosion, reverberating through several decks and causing the lights of the bridge to turn off. After several seconds, two red emergency lights turned on, dimly lighting the room just enough that one could walk around without falling.
“What was that?” asked Jorad, who was holding a hand to his head.
“Unsure, diagnostics indicate an energy weapon impact, starboard side. Cut through engineering, barracks and one of our fuel lines.” replied James, reading off the display on his screen. “We need to go silent, another hit from that will finish us.”
“No, make way to Crescent Moon, full speed, we need her heavier firepower.” stated the captain of the ship.
“I’d advise against-“
“I don’t care what you’d advise; we’re stuck dead in the water if we go silent! Comms, broadcast an SOS to Crescent Moon and get an ETA on docking.” ordered the officer, standing up and walking over to the communications station. “Someone get an external view up already!”
The main screen of the bridge lit up, showing the external view of space around the stealth craft; the black of space dominated the view with a splash of white spots of the stars in the milky way galaxy.
“Captain, according to this, we should be right on top of the Crescent.” reported Warrant Officer Davidson, over at his own view screen. “Wait, switch view to port!” he suddenly shouted, switching the screen to the other side of the ship; the view was completely different; the broken hull of the destroyer dominated the camera, sections of hull plating drifted in the space around the broken ship and a large gash had cut through over fifty centimetres of battleplate, a closer view could see several corridors and rooms had been completely cut in half and at several points, the weapon had completely cut through the entire ship. Atmosphere vented from dozens of points along the warship and fires could be seen raging in several compartments, no one was alive. The Crescent Moon , one of the foremost warships in the navy fleet, was dead, along with its crew of 12,000 was dead.
Cool, and thanks for reminding me. A friend sent me a short story that I'm supposed to be looking over, and I haven't, for a week now. I'm a bastard.

Elegiac Snow?


 
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Still, you're alright. What did you write about?
Uhm, this:

slow growth allows
surprises when you're absent
the world is secretly timid
I come to places I've left alone
to marvel at change
preceded and exceeded
I feel carried by choices beyond human
I'm glad of my language, life and libido
that gives, expressions
pattern freedom to justify itself


So, I was trying.

Like poetry? That's cool. I did some myself, the beginnings of a short story in my universe last night. I think it's relaxing, writing. Good for cooling off stress.

Spoiler
UCE Kyoto, 50,000 kilometres from mining colony Rho Xi II
23/06/2654, 05:23 AM [Military Clock]
En route to meet with UCE Crescent Moon for FTL jump to Earth


“Captain, something’s appeared on our scopes.” reported Fifth Lieutenant Thomas Waters. Something had appeared on radar a couple of minutes ago, just a blip, before it had disappeared again. It had lasted a fraction of a second, but Thomas just passed it off as floating space debris. It wasn’t uncommon for sensory arrays to register rocks and dust as a craft, usually when they hadn’t been well-maintained. Thomas had made a mental note to request a retune of the arrays when the Kyoto next docked for resupply. Now it was back again, but larger.
“We get stuff on the radar all the time, Tom. Nuthin’ to worry about.” replied the captain of the vessel, Captain Andrew Jorad. Thomas looked around to see that the captain was lounging in his custom-fitted leather chair, risen above the six bridge crew. His right arm held a glass of polan wine, the bottle precariously balanced next to the control console. His left hand focused on a holographic display in front of him, from behind, it appeared to be some sort of external messaging system, even though the Kyoto was supposed to be on communications lockdown. Reckless, the Kyoto was a state-of-the-art Hunter-class stealth corvette. It was undetectable to all but the most advanced detectors. Or at least when the captain was taking his post seriously- this was the kind of recklessness that would attract any number of raiders, the Kyoto didn’t have the defences to wade off a capital ship. Thomas looked at his partner, Second Lieutenant James. He had the same disparaging look in his eye, Thomas knew what he was thinking without it being said; the captain was only the rank he was because of his background, born the son of Garen Jorad, the ambassador for Primus and a person of significant power in the Imperium. The navy had done all it could to stop Jorad from having command of a ship of significant power, like his father’s suggestion for him to command one of the UCE dreadnaughts. So Jorad was instead given one of the smallest ships in the fleet, and given the most redundant missions as far from the core- and the admiralty- as possible. Unfortunately, that also left Thomas and James and the other crew members- 35 in total- left to patrol space far enough from the core to be effectively forgotten but not far enough to be in any real danger; the perfect area to be bored more or less all the time.
“But sir, I’ve already checked over the arrays. Perhaps if you hadn’t elected to get repairs for our sensors at the last dock, we could know for sure.” Thomas answered in response, a hint of sarcasm evident in his voice.
“Fine, then you can pay for upgrades when we dock with Crescent Moon, then. I’m not-“
Jorad was cut off by a loud explosion, reverberating through several decks and causing the lights of the bridge to turn off. After several seconds, two red emergency lights turned on, dimly lighting the room just enough that one could walk around without falling.
“What was that?” asked Jorad, who was holding a hand to his head.
“Unsure, diagnostics indicate an energy weapon impact, starboard side. Cut through engineering, barracks and one of our fuel lines.” replied James, reading off the display on his screen. “We need to go silent, another hit from that will finish us.”
“No, make way to Crescent Moon, full speed, we need her heavier firepower.” stated the captain of the ship.
“I’d advise against-“
“I don’t care what you’d advise; we’re stuck dead in the water if we go silent! Comms, broadcast an SOS to Crescent Moon and get an ETA on docking.” ordered the officer, standing up and walking over to the communications station. “Someone get an external view up already!”
The main screen of the bridge lit up, showing the external view of space around the stealth craft; the black of space dominated the view with a splash of white spots of the stars in the milky way galaxy.
“Captain, according to this, we should be right on top of the Crescent.” reported Warrant Officer Davidson, over at his own view screen. “Wait, switch view to port!” he suddenly shouted, switching the screen to the other side of the ship; the view was completely different; the broken hull of the destroyer dominated the camera, sections of hull plating drifted in the space around the broken ship and a large gash had cut through over fifty centimetres of battleplate, a closer view could see several corridors and rooms had been completely cut in half and at several points, the weapon had completely cut through the entire ship. Atmosphere vented from dozens of points along the warship and fires could be seen raging in several compartments, no one was alive. The Crescent Moon , one of the foremost warships in the navy fleet, was dead, along with its crew of 12,000 was dead.
Cool, and thanks for reminding me. A friend sent me a short story that I'm supposed to be looking over, and I haven't, for a week now. I'm a bastard.

Elegiac Snow?
Hmm? Wait... urrrgghhh. Now I need to purge myself for understanding that reference.


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Still, you're alright. What did you write about?
Uhm, this:

slow growth allows
surprises when you're absent
the world is secretly timid
I come to places I've left alone
to marvel at change
preceded and exceeded
I feel carried by choices beyond human
I'm glad of my language, life and libido
that gives, expressions
pattern freedom to justify itself


So, I was trying.

Like poetry? That's cool. I did some myself, the beginnings of a short story in my universe last night. I think it's relaxing, writing. Good for cooling off stress.

Spoiler
UCE Kyoto, 50,000 kilometres from mining colony Rho Xi II
23/06/2654, 05:23 AM [Military Clock]
En route to meet with UCE Crescent Moon for FTL jump to Earth


“Captain, something’s appeared on our scopes.” reported Fifth Lieutenant Thomas Waters. Something had appeared on radar a couple of minutes ago, just a blip, before it had disappeared again. It had lasted a fraction of a second, but Thomas just passed it off as floating space debris. It wasn’t uncommon for sensory arrays to register rocks and dust as a craft, usually when they hadn’t been well-maintained. Thomas had made a mental note to request a retune of the arrays when the Kyoto next docked for resupply. Now it was back again, but larger.
“We get stuff on the radar all the time, Tom. Nuthin’ to worry about.” replied the captain of the vessel, Captain Andrew Jorad. Thomas looked around to see that the captain was lounging in his custom-fitted leather chair, risen above the six bridge crew. His right arm held a glass of polan wine, the bottle precariously balanced next to the control console. His left hand focused on a holographic display in front of him, from behind, it appeared to be some sort of external messaging system, even though the Kyoto was supposed to be on communications lockdown. Reckless, the Kyoto was a state-of-the-art Hunter-class stealth corvette. It was undetectable to all but the most advanced detectors. Or at least when the captain was taking his post seriously- this was the kind of recklessness that would attract any number of raiders, the Kyoto didn’t have the defences to wade off a capital ship. Thomas looked at his partner, Second Lieutenant James. He had the same disparaging look in his eye, Thomas knew what he was thinking without it being said; the captain was only the rank he was because of his background, born the son of Garen Jorad, the ambassador for Primus and a person of significant power in the Imperium. The navy had done all it could to stop Jorad from having command of a ship of significant power, like his father’s suggestion for him to command one of the UCE dreadnaughts. So Jorad was instead given one of the smallest ships in the fleet, and given the most redundant missions as far from the core- and the admiralty- as possible. Unfortunately, that also left Thomas and James and the other crew members- 35 in total- left to patrol space far enough from the core to be effectively forgotten but not far enough to be in any real danger; the perfect area to be bored more or less all the time.
“But sir, I’ve already checked over the arrays. Perhaps if you hadn’t elected to get repairs for our sensors at the last dock, we could know for sure.” Thomas answered in response, a hint of sarcasm evident in his voice.
“Fine, then you can pay for upgrades when we dock with Crescent Moon, then. I’m not-“
Jorad was cut off by a loud explosion, reverberating through several decks and causing the lights of the bridge to turn off. After several seconds, two red emergency lights turned on, dimly lighting the room just enough that one could walk around without falling.
“What was that?” asked Jorad, who was holding a hand to his head.
“Unsure, diagnostics indicate an energy weapon impact, starboard side. Cut through engineering, barracks and one of our fuel lines.” replied James, reading off the display on his screen. “We need to go silent, another hit from that will finish us.”
“No, make way to Crescent Moon, full speed, we need her heavier firepower.” stated the captain of the ship.
“I’d advise against-“
“I don’t care what you’d advise; we’re stuck dead in the water if we go silent! Comms, broadcast an SOS to Crescent Moon and get an ETA on docking.” ordered the officer, standing up and walking over to the communications station. “Someone get an external view up already!”
The main screen of the bridge lit up, showing the external view of space around the stealth craft; the black of space dominated the view with a splash of white spots of the stars in the milky way galaxy.
“Captain, according to this, we should be right on top of the Crescent.” reported Warrant Officer Davidson, over at his own view screen. “Wait, switch view to port!” he suddenly shouted, switching the screen to the other side of the ship; the view was completely different; the broken hull of the destroyer dominated the camera, sections of hull plating drifted in the space around the broken ship and a large gash had cut through over fifty centimetres of battleplate, a closer view could see several corridors and rooms had been completely cut in half and at several points, the weapon had completely cut through the entire ship. Atmosphere vented from dozens of points along the warship and fires could be seen raging in several compartments, no one was alive. The Crescent Moon , one of the foremost warships in the navy fleet, was dead, along with its crew of 12,000 was dead.
Cool, and thanks for reminding me. A friend sent me a short story that I'm supposed to be looking over, and I haven't, for a week now. I'm a bastard.

Elegiac Snow?
Hmm? Wait... urrrgghhh. Now I need to purge myself for understanding that reference.

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"I will show you where the Iron Crosses grow!"
I am glad you're ok Elegiac.


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Elegiac.

 First off, I'm glad you're okay.
But you are beyond valuable to us. Never try such nonsense again.


 
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The fox evades roadkill...


Don't try anything like that again, you might not be as lucky


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{zzz}°°°( -_-)>c[_]
Could have been a lot worse. Take it as a learning experience. 


 
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Elegiac.

 First off, I'm glad you're okay.
But you are beyond valuable to us. Never try such nonsense again.
I don't think that I will. I feel different inside. Cheers.


 
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Could have been a lot worse. Take it as a learning experience.
Naoto can't help but make a condescending post.

*slow clap*


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Elegiac.

 First off, I'm glad you're okay.
But you are beyond valuable to us. Never try such nonsense again.
I don't think that I will. I feel different inside. Cheers.

<3.


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The angel agreed to trade a set of white wings for the head of another demon. Overjoyed, the demon killed one of his own and plucked the head right off its still-warm body.

The angel then led the demon to heaven, where he underwent centuries of the cruelest tortures imaginable. Finally, the pain was so great that he lost consciousness - at which point his dark wings turned the promised shade of white.
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Well I'm glad you're okay Elegiac.

Sounds like youre lucky to be alive
Pretty much. I can tell I'm alive because it hurts... lol


 
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Elegiac.

 First off, I'm glad you're okay.
But you are beyond valuable to us. Never try such nonsense again.
I don't think that I will. I feel different inside. Cheers.

<3.
<3


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{zzz}°°°( -_-)>c[_]
Could have been a lot worse. Take it as a learning experience.
Naoto can't help but make a condescending post.

*slow clap*
I didn't think that was a condescending post, but ok.

Was just saying its good that it didn't come out much worse, and rather than beat yourself up over just learn so it doesn't happen again. Because I don't think you should hurt yourself.

But I guess I'm an asshole.


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They say you are what you eat, but I don't remember eating mYsELF
Well at least you're okay.