i sit on top, they work below. i hear the rumble, i hear their shouts. i rest, i sleep, i walk, i eat. they work. i shall not forget that leisure time is…

calculations, calculations. come on - give me an answer! spit out a result! let me have it… let me move on. patience, patience. all things need their time. you…

there once was a man getting high on oil and tan he always delivered dead pan he didn't know that his clock ran time time then he stumbled across in a store…

hello. my name is paul. well actually, not quite. my name is Polonius Per Padua Pillaged Popular Post Processing Pertinator P.I.N.K. 2.2 Joshua One, but within…

the sunlight. the soft swaying rays. SEQUENCE INITIALIZED blurry sound of weezing, a machine rolls away. soft tissue of dreams, a flight… a memory. a flash of…

boom. boom. boom. black spiders crawling through my head, slowly retreating in their holes. the foul smell of half eaten corpses, a lingering scream cutting…

i send you this from my bed of shame. no, not shame for myself, but shame for those who left me here, sold like a gift of fortune. i know it was meant to be…

yesterday, a strange man visited my master and suddenly, all other business had to be put aside, all doors were closed, all other patients were shoved out of…

“in the pit in the pit i sit until i quit in the dark in the dark i dwell until i spark on the moon on the moon i will be walking soon…” i hear these verses…

laying awake on my rugged bed of straw, i find my mind occupied with the stones song i heard in the deep. those stones had me coming. they sang for me. and they…

searching for an exit needs light and some guts. i've made a makeshift torch with some rags imbued in the strong smelling fluid used to dilute the ethereal…

on my cold bed of shame, throwing myself around in the midst of moan and screams, i had another dream. it made me wake up with a catatonic serenity, a stillness…

there is worse cases than a bruise on the arm, a broken tooth and the hurt pride after a fight. my verdict was swift. aside of working swift through the nights…

i swear, master lu'man, i didn't start it! sometimes you can't just get out of the way fast enough to avoid a fight. this guy, he foraged through the crowd that…

outside the great hall, there is a statue of famous doc barn'ard, a worshiping place for my masters who have enforced bowing down to his knees whoever has to…

RECIPE take peeled snakeskin (use head and tail parts from red shadowcrawler for best results) and grind it to powder with mortar. shake out dried grainelli…

dear me’wal i have gained some scraps of paper from an old book that nobody will miss in the library and i was able to scrap together some water, dried ink and…
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