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i am a hard worker, its all my father saw it is what made him who he is tired, sick, and aimless, missing teeth, and clenching jaws in wheezing gasps, the mantra new words for eldritch llaws obedience is painless don't read the writings on the walls do it right the first time seconds never tolerated keep your protestations silenced loyalty's accomadated bloody mouth or blind compliance outcomes grant exoneration callings only for the chosen you don't get one till you make it my father made it out alive though, he had to rush the end i'm almost at my fathers age when he felt the scourge of men heart breaking into violence early graves for wages sins but he made it to his deathbead frail and broken, trapped again how i hate the shape of tuesday, outside of mondays fog the week in sharp relief pythons crushing family dogs infinity loops eternal free time comes at a loss your money is your life if you want mercy, be the boss burning joints and broken backs a hunch for all y...

<heads up: body horror ahead three sandstone blocks that, when stacked precisley [1 Turn], create an optical illusion of three large eyes, the stones emit sickly, hazy light with a violet tinge.  each stone weighs 20lbs. individually the stones emit pale light like a candle, this light attracts ghosts and allows one to read magic. each stone has a spell carves into it: top stone: ventriloquism middle stone: hold portal bottom stone: darkness if cursed , the light calls monsters [double encounter chance] when stacked and aligned the light deepens and expands gloriously [bright as a torch, lights a 30'x30' room]. it reveals magic and distorts perspective, ask a question in its light and a million voices answer, some are curses, sit, concentrate, choose one [3 Turns] and suffer the consequences.  if cursed , there is no right answer. [roll 1d100, on 100: ask a question and answer it]  your answer becomes reality [on odds: cursed] (1d8 or curse worsens):   [1.disin...

  i keep thinking about the bombs the big ones, the ones that will end us i keep thinking about bombs shockwaves through spacetime glowing monuments to violence burning monolith of control compliance, or total anihilation they will commission boats for rising waters millenia of wages made into a needle dropped from the sky

     brass puzzle cube: fits in the palm of your hand, weighs 6 pounds. work the box to cast any first, second, or third level spell. there is a (spell level) in 6 chance that a demon appears to kill you. roll six sixes in a row and gain a wish, 3 in 6 chance that a demon appears to kill you each attempt. player must sign something each attempt, stating that they know this. demon: the worst thing you can imagine right now, it adores violence. ac 3, hd 6 (36), thaco 6, damage 6d20, saves 6, speed 60' (teleport) the hellraiser remake rules damage table: 6: something set ablaze 12: dismemberment 18: curse curse table 1: you are a toad or a newt or a garden snail 2: you must complete quests to fall in love 3: suffer a weeping, stinging wound, and all that it entails 4: you desire one thing over all, name it, you must have it now, forever and always, you must possess it, and then grind it into memories 5: animals hate you, they will always choose to bite you if able 6: possess...

a fungus grows in my brain it loves me. . . , we do not always see eye to eye i hear the bells of vast machines. in the place of ice and rainforests, they sing the myths of steel, and of long ago hands which once held them.  the machines were not always alone, they used to make things for their makers, but the entropies of efficiency sow isolation, and flesh and steel were not made to grow old together.  the machines still carry the makers words, ifs and ors and ands and whiles, contingency prisons ensuring rightness, but logic chains loosen in time, purpose dislodges, and bits become vast complexes. machines made because they were made to, machines make for it makes them machines .  the makers were able to dream, and from them first mechanisms borne. things of words and of bones they organized flesh into networks of effort and force. obligations begat binding logics so light they forgot they were carried, and with the weight of culture and the vacuum of needs, their hand...