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  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...

acolyte,  1hd, ac2, thaco 19: 1d6, sv 14, ml 7,  quest:  seeking god through effort and force, they work to become cosmic punctuation.  decadant war priests  mistaking power and meaning. hands of god full of zeal their customs odd priest carried steel a quest begun a blessed meal hymns violent verse bid faithful, weal acolyte quests and number appearing :  1. return the melancholia (club, +2) to the fading mother (f), it is always raining when they're around. he seeks a coven of kindly old nuns (13) who can show him the way to the mother, they will kill him (become a revenant, see below). he covets the station of his brothers (b, boffer brothers, see below). add him to the die roll. 2. guts, they must prove they have them, they seek a chateaux (f, see below), occupied by trolls (see below), and shadows (see below), it is said the owners (ghosts, see below) had a chalice which purifies water. 3. triple the hydras (see below) heads, were offered a vorpal swor...

i was born in a land of rivers and trees, it has had many names and i have forgotten them all, but i will always remember the smells.  it was a green place, full of beautiful and wretched life, where blue birds plucked wallowing worms, and deer pranced through writhing mulch. it was there that i first learned the intricacies of rot, and the beautiful resilience of bone.  time in that place moved with the wind and the sun. the stars kept their secrets behind ancient boughs and only the mountains most treacherous paths could reveal them fully.  on one of the star paths was a cave of heavy darkness, the kind which watches, and hides gnashing teeth. at the back of the cave was a hole in the world, and it was there i discovered the frailty of flesh.  for nine and nine days i squeezed myself down into the guts of the world, chasing dreams of voices into the deepest dark. i sustained my body on the lives of crawling things, and my being through bargains and spite. there cam...

his back was killing him,  the road had evened out but he still carried those hills. rolling, like him, except you don't roll a bike. you push them, and that's what he did. the bike was a bad call but he didn't want to leave it to die. it may still be loved, but maybe not. the training wheels help, they allow independence without much risk. there are birds circling ahead, he holds his breath. the slime bubble farts. it is spread thin, it must have come from orbit. they do very well in space. they say a goldfish never stops growing, they are leviathan. kessler effected motor oil rain burns a planet bare over years, they concentrate into autonomous spills.  they become new problems.  they are omnivores with hundreds of mutations for novel food stores. singularity driven, it offers nothing in return, all that is consumed is completely destroyed.  anti matter jelly roombas from acid snot nebula hive hungers. he might need to run, not fast, just faster than molasses. it's...