#like we already know you dont have to scare us to death with this analog horror stuff its okay

[flightlesstrash]

maybe blurryface is making all these tweets to lead up to his coming out this pride month because he doesnt know how to do anything without being cryptic

[popculturealchemy]

a bouncing ball . . . a pixel . . stressed. unstressed. follow this code. . the path of least resistance. . now resistist that path. . now find it again . . . William burroughs . . queerdom . . a place to hide. . . . feeling like that pixel . . bullet holes .. . . we know you're back . . language. . . a type of mask .'. a type of code between two people. that third person . the triangle . . the discharged electron . . keeping things going . . not being a bad thing . . perspective being weird. . . we're not living in a black hole, it out there . . water isnt a metal. It just looks like it. you're not swimming in metal. and no, you don't love that.

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floating

boayant.

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surving something at one point.

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concection

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convection.

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.o

oops

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this glass full of water is bending in on itself.

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how can that be?

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liquid measuring cup.

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analog. tech

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that swivel on the end of a tape measure

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the whole world.

that swivel

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that pixel of choice

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yoga

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fiding balance

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.finding that people want to make you unbalanced

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on purpose

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like them

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a narcissist

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controlling balance

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you may as well be positive since positive is what we want

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.positive

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doesn't mean positive

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lets rid that

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electron

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defying god

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god, being out assumptions.

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pulling head out

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seeing the pixel with our head removed from the anus

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the eyptian pyramid

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a distruption of mass

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your welcome.

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sarcastic meaning.

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hope you like being indoors

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sky people

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new light

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we tilted the orbit

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we control time.

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this is how much you get

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this is your mass

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coaagulating around mountains of masss

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from when we came. our ass.

liquid.

magma

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water meaning liquid in greek

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liquid.

Including molten.

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this liquid liquid thing.

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just like we said.

but with fewer words

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philopphy verbos. but more complete.

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a reduction

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hamburgers. primal.

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not a reduction

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not a recipe.

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finding order through chaos.

It was already done once.

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And they remembered to record it.

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why aren't we using certain tech

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people dying

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knocking on doors.

the pixel

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a doorknob.

a door.

knocking. the impetus.

the responsse.

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not needed

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no response

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not .

peroid. not peroid.

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existence never requiring help,.

In the begining

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before spelling

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there wasn't disorder.

order just happened sometimes.

maybe it always does and we are living in that

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that chance of chance and multiple choice.

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to make the chance to take the chance that someone else is learning this for me.

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someone else.

donig the farming.

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for me

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pixel

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this barbie

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my toy

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touch it

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Its mine

. now

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cars move too fast.

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scaring horses.

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words move too slowing.

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scaring nature

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slowing down too much to understand

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deeper meaning

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ocean

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Its to flow

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water is everywhere

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volume is control

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controlling this pixel

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the moon.

delyaed d

Intentinoall

mispelling

Important

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how to mark something in portland.

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how do I highlight highlighter.

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I'm overlapping with you to see how we affect each other.

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maybe i'm like water.

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or oil

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heavier water

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affecting orbit by moving things

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a fuckup we fucked up before we were born.

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a fuckup that lead to profit.

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adaption.

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memecoin.

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at least we have death

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at least theres a hypothetical end.

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ends never really being found.

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boundaries in matter dont matter.

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blurry. without pixel

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without

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black hole

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sending it out

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a hat.

mario

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why are you teaching this to us

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better games?

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enjoying this area.

don't want to attract certain types

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understwanding story.

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japanese history.

manga

.symbolism

art

2D

facing choices on an island much longer than we have.

not knowing the difference between NE Japanese culture

not knowing SW japanese culture

wanting to spell that right

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to be heard.

for not making a mistake.

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there is a point.

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I guess its not very loud.

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I like whispering

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I like holding people

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feeling feelings.

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pixels together.

better.

3d matrix of humans

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closer

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less space

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more understanding

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logic

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or something.

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yoga.

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breathing

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my audience can handle space sometimes. I actually have different writing styles not that I think about it. I don't really want to get put into a box. A defined righting style.

Overly thinking but not overly thinking.

sometimes I write faster when I have a promt

sometimes I can write and look at the world at the same time

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like a french painter and his eisal

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a portlander . a stand. a typewritter.

unlimited ink

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all thats fit to print.

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all the vinyl you could ever need.

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filiing in the pixels to fill in the pixels.

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breathing deep.

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remembering the glue

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keeping it simple

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keeping it neat

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remembering to rest

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find simple pacing

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something we can all follow

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a beat

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mario

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konga

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donky kong

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kill screen

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learning too much

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don't go too fast.

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dont keep up

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white rabbit injured.

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setting the wrong pace

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greyhounds used instead

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pixel on couch

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filling in the dots in the black.

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50 shades of black. My bedroom

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this page

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typing you in

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tying you in because you bought this book

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everyone is telling you

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to write this

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how did you even know what to say?

how did you say that exact thing?

I tied you up. you just don't remember

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I had all the tools ready. You consetented

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and now your hooked.

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stuck in the logic of pixels.

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maybe enjoying our side of the work

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wanting to be tied down while also tying things down.

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a boat

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a norwewgian

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ropes

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tying things down

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long isolation

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big product

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out at sea forever.

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whats taking so long

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I just got my pixel.

slow down

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I'm navigating this blackness.

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the blind spot I forgot about.

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who put that there

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crying

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bottom right corner

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Iris.

looking out

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weird dot in my right eye

your left.

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the invention of you.

you.

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you.

that distant pronoun.

guey.

dude.

thing.

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this you you subscribe you. This is you.

heres a mirror.

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Thats not how I see me.

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thats how you see you.

you seeing you seeing me.

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using your black dot. not mine.

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I'm looking at weird variables.

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different weights.

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feeling unbalanced.

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but having this sway

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still working on it.

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feeling good.

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doing yoga

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detatching.

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tldr

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[fuckblizzardbearlover]

Why ppl who think the writers dont know exactly what they are doing with Sylvannas are dead, completely and utterly wrong: a Thread

from the official overview

“ The Broken Machine The machine of death is broken, and players entering the Shadowlands will find the realm of the dead in disarray. In the natural order of things, souls are sorted and sent on to an afterlife realm appropriate to the lives they lived, but now, but over the past few years, all souls who have perished—including the innocents slain at Teldrassil—are being funneled directly into the Maw. The Shadowlands are starving for anima even as the Maw continues to grow from the glut of fresh souls. Sylvanas has been seemingly perpetrating acts to bring about great amounts of death and destruction. In partnership with the Jailer, they have been working toward a common end for some time. “

so, i’m sure this will be one of the first things we learn in Bastion. or whereever.

emphasis mine.

past few years...BFA...Legion....ok thats a pair... So what if it is not exactly a few (3 ). Draenor sylvannas didnt have anything to do, But in MoP she didnt balk at causing death at Siege of Ogrimmar or Theramore and, in the Cataclysm she wiped out 3 cities. Catacylsm is the expasnion after wrath. After she died

From Sylvannas Windrunner: Edge of Night

“What did it matter if another corpse filled his vacant throne? Sylvanas Windrunner had her vengeance. The vision that had driven her and her people for years had finally been realized. And not a single fiber of her desiccated, animate corpse cared where the world went from here.It was over now. A part of her was surprised she was even still around, without his lingering presence always tugging at the back of her mind. She backed away from the throne and slowly turned to survey the cold gray world all around her. Her thoughts returned to that place of bliss, her half-remembered glimpse of what lay beyond. Home. It was time.

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She longed for it. A return to peace. The work she had begun in the forests of Silvermoon was finally complete with the death of Arthas. ,,,,,,,,,,,

...........

She could feel no cold, only a dull ache. She would feel nothing soon. She already felt her spirit reaching a place of calm for the first time in almost a decade. Her weight shifted toward the edge of the drop. She closed her eyes.

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"There are so many!" he barked, falling silent as she raised a finger. "We have only two dozen rangers up there," he said, his voice now a whisper. "They cannot survive that!" Sylvanas didn't turn her gaze away from the dark mass of shambling corpses crushing its way closer to the river ford. It was the height of the Third War, and hours away from Silvermoon's fall at the hands of Arthas's army.

"They merely need to delay them as we fortify the Sunwell's defense," she answered, her tone measured.

"They will die!"

"They are arrows in the quiver," Sylvanas said. "They must be spent if we are to win this."

She was brash. Empty? No—a fighter. She had a warrior's heart.................

Before her waited a grotesque, quivering mass of corpses, their armor piecemeal, their bodies broken, the stench unimaginable. Their plaintive, desperate gazes reminded her suddenly of children. They disgusted her. But their need empowered her. "The Lich King falters. Your will is your own. Are you to be outcasts now in your own land? Or do we embrace the cruel cards fate has dealt us and retake our place in this world?"

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These poor people: peasants, farmers, priests, warriors, lords and nobles… they hadn't yet come to grips with what had happened to them. But for somebody—anybody—to assure them that they belongedsomewhere was electrifying. 

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Already he'd come to embrace his situation, referring to humans as if they were a separate race; she made a mental note to make use of him.

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"The humans will serve their purpose," she answered, her mind already calculating. "They believe they are liberating the city. Let them fight on our behalf and spend themselves for our gain. They are"—she stumbled upon an analogy she'd used before—"arrows in our quiver."

The heaving mass of undead clapped and coughed and hacked gleefully in assent. Sylvanas regarded the whole mob coldly. And so are you, she thought to herself. Arrows I will aim at Arthas's heart.

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No more would she be the vengeful leader of a mongrel race of rotted corpses. Her work was done, and her long-denied reward awaited her

...............

“"Your people will perish!" said the dark-haired Val'kyr.

.Sylvanas thought about her people. They had come far from their decimated origins, the yearning, confused mob of fresh corpses huddled about the ruins of Lordaeron's wrecked capital. The Forsaken were truly a nation now: a fetid, gore-caked, hideous mass of lifeless husks, skilled in combat, devastating with the arcane arts, and unhindered by fetters of morality. They had been honed into the perfect weapon. Her weapon. And they had struck the killing blow for which she had built them. She cared nothing for their fate."Let them perish!" Sylvanas cried. "I am finished with them!"“

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She saw only darkness.

And then she felt—truly felt, for the first time in a long while. She recoiled. In agony.

Here she was, her spirit once again feeling whole, only to feel it suffer. To feel once more, only to feel abject pain. Cold. Hopelessness.

Fear.

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There were others in the darkness. Things she didn't recognize, because nothing so terrible could exist in the world of the living. Claws tore at her, but she had no mouth with which to scream. Eyes looked at her, but she couldn't look back.

Regret.

She sensed a familiar presence. Recognized it. The taunting voice that had once held her in its grasp. Arthas? Arthas Menethil? Here? His essence rushed to her, desperate, then shrank away in horrified recognition. The boy who would be Lich King. Just a scared little blond child, reaping the aftermath of a lifetime of mistakes. If any part of Sylvanas's soul were not at that moment torn and tormented, she might have even felt—for the first time—the slightest glimmer of pity for him.

Now the others had her. Surrounded her. Gleeful, tormenting, tearing at her consciousness, delighting in her suffering.

Horror.

This was to be her eternity: the endless void, the dark, unknown realm of anguish.

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"Sylvanas Windrunner, Dark Lady, queen of the Forsaken… you may walk with the living again through the sisterhood of the Val'kyr. As long as they live, so too shall you. Freedom, life… and power over death. This is our pact. Do you accept our gift?"

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This was her only way out. But she didn't want to give her assent out of fear. She waited until she felt something more. A fellowship. A sisterhood. Sisters. Separate, they were all trapped. But together, they were free… and with them, she could postpone her fate.

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"I was once like you, Garrosh," she answered, her voice quiet and steady, loud enough only for the warchief to hear. "Those who served me were tools. Arrows in my quiver.

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What he saw was a great black void, an infinite darkness. There was fear in those eyes, but also something else. Something that terrified even the great warchief.

"Garrosh Hellscream. I've walked the realms of the dead. I have seen the infinite dark. Nothing you say. Or do. Could possibly frighten me."

The army of undead that surrounded and protected the Dark Lady was still hers, body and soul. But they were no longer arrows in her quiver, not anymore. They were a bulwark against the infinite. They were to be used wisely, and no fool orc would squander them while she still walked the world of the living.

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Now, look at the description for the Maw

“ This horrific prison houses the most vile and irredeemable souls in existence—ones deemed by the Arbiter to represent a threat to the Shadowlands if left free. Ruled by the enigmatic Jailer who none have ever seen—at least none have seen and lived to tell—the Maw inspires nightmares and legends even among the denizens of the Shadowlands. No one has ever escaped this vile place, and any foolish enough to venture there are never heard from again. “

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So This short story was written before cataclysm launched in 2010. NINE years ago.

So yes “dur Blizz are bad writers that made sylvannas do a 180 and become evil for no reason”

NO. This was the biggest piece of characerization Sylvannas ever got outside of warcraft 3 The Frozen Throne. it establishes that she was a cold person more than willing to treat living people as objects to satisfy the needs of their military and their people. It emphasised MULTIPLE times that i highlighted that she HATED and was disgusted by the forsaken. ANd i emphasised at least twice that She has been using patriotism and their need for someone to care about them as a way to MANIPULATE them. And that was how she was. SHe didnt care about any of them They were just a tool to be used to kill Arthas. and with him gone she was ready to die.

The problem was she was ready to die because she HAD ALREADY DIED. we learn with the SHadowlands that good souls go where they are treated well, and even strong souls are treated well. but Where to evil souls go? either the maw or to the vampire place. She had died and started to enter the good place, Bastion no doubt. as a good protector of the innocent. but Arthas pulled her out and made her a monster

BUT SINCE THEN she became even more of a monster. She let her people embrace hatred. she allowed slavery and torture of prisoners for the sake of destroying life. she thought of nothing but how to USE and ABUSE people in order to get vengence so SHE could get her REWARD.

She became a “most vile and irredeemable soul”. So when she died her soul went to the Maw where it suffered with dark evil souls like Arthas’

and did getting rescued by the valkyre fix her outlook? No . she still saw her people as nothing. but she knew the horrors she’d face if she died, and so she viewed her people as a BULWARK against that.

But whats REALLY interesting is that I think Ion wasnt being completely honest . The lore says that “No one has EVer escaped the Maw of Souls”... however we know that we will do so. And we know that No one has been there. so how can anyone KNOW that no one has escaped. What if they just kept it a secret.

What if the Jailer started to, for whatever reason, decide to take over the afterlife. whether it was personal ambition or seeing the rest as redundant. And he saw this elf soul ESCAPE him. the only one to ever do so. By that Valkyre taking her place. The Valkyre are allegedly created by the souls of hte denezins of bastion, the angel people. So between having a connection to the lich king, guardian of the connection to the Shadowlands, and the fact that they are denezins of the shadowlands.. or were... it makes sense they might have had the power to rescue a soul from the Maw.....with the added help of the soul taking her place.

I emphasised other parts to because i think its important. the Valkyre USED to be denizens of the shadowlands. but supposedly Changed by the lich king. The valkyre emphasised it WASNT just a bond of sisterhood but a bond of hte Valkyre. I think in order to save her from the maw they basically had to enchant sylvannas to magically register as a Valkyre, and thats how they ‘made the switch”. so to speak.

Now remember what happened in Legion? She got a special lantern from Helya, the original Valkyr, who is a master of Death, trapping souls and creating dimensions And who has reason to hate Odyn  who has his own form of afterlife?

So it seems to me that Sylvannas gained the attention of the Jailer when she was the first one to escape. and the fact that she escaped by utilizing Valkyre magic, but she wasnt bound to the ethos of most of the denizens of bastion. I think shortly after her original death she was contacted by him, possibly through the valkyre and they started their pact. 

Ion said that Sylvannas does not have a master, she’s doing things for herself. However that doesnt mean that, just cus the Jailer isnt controlling her doesnt mean he might not be manipulating her.

Jailer starts to usurp the souls. Sylvannas, afraid of going to the maw. begins rampant death,  in order to kill enemies and create a massive army of forsaken to use against any force that would come for her. This rampant death gains the attention of those in the afterlife, including the Jailer who gets more souls do to it. somewhere between Cata and the start of legion he contacts her. When vol’jin is dying he uses his influence to get Vol’jin to name Sylvannas warchief.

She uses her new power to go wherever she wants, which she uses to find Helya, another god of death who has a unique power. Realm magic. using the Lantern, Sylvannas uses the valkyre to send it to the jailer who cuts off the other parts of the afterlife, making it so ALL souls go to the maw. then now that the world threat is over, and she doesnt have to worry about dying herself, she uses her position of power to sew as much death as possible to feed her ally. with the ultimate plan of  them destroying the natural order of life and death.  She gets to be free of him and lets those she deems worthy live free. all others get to be the Jailer’s victims. no more souls wasted on the ‘good’ after lives or regeneration. no more foolish living to ruin a perfect, deathless world.

its all coming together.

[allsystemsarenotgo]

My life on Television

-opens Pandora, taps Play-

*Push (acoustic) - Avril

*Life after you - Daughtry

*Better than me - Hinder

Today's Big Bang Theory was about relationships and how to maintain and balance them.

Young Sheldon was about trying to educate others, psychology, and the pursuit of relationships.

*Bad Girlfriend - Theory of a Deadman

If you go back through my Tumblr by more than a couple years, you'll notice that for quite a while, TBBT followed the events of my life, sometimes to a Tee. As the show progressed into more of a relational and sexual drama and less of a nerdy drama, it has diverged from the events of my life. I enjoyed the original 5-8 seasons or so, even though the convergent nature scared me away from seasons 5-8 and I only watched some of the episodes.

*Girlfriend - Avril

Fortunately, or not, Young Sheldon has not been this level of convergent with my life so far in the series. There have been some analogies and a couple relating spots, but generally not so much.

I have been lonely and depressed lately and thus in pursuit of a relationship. Any kind of relationship. Even friendship is better than nothing. I just need to fill this void I have.

I think my posts from the last few weeks get the general message across. I won't rehash what has already been hashed.

*Bad Company - Five Finger Death Punch

On Big Bang, Sheldon was jealous of Amy, Stuart was nervous of progressing with Denise, and Raj was uncomfortable with Anu because of his own doing.

On Young Sheldon, Sheldon was trying to teach Missy about Math, to the extend of holding a doll as prisoner.

*My Immortal - Evanescence

Meanwhile, Georgie was trying to selfishly court a girl by trying to falsely align his interests to hers.

It sure is unfortunate that these two shows together read like the diobolical rediculousness that has been my life in terms of relationships.

I courted two young ladies by trying to pursue the churchy side of things despite my scientifically influenced decision to maintain agnosticism. The first occurrence was a completely selfish dumpster fire that I got completely called out on from the outside but was too (dumb || selfish || ignorant) to acknowledge from my own point if view.

*Gotta Be Somebody - Nickelback

The second occurrence was actually initiated by the other party. I'd never dated prior to college, so having a young lady make first move, I would have been dumb to say no (or would I?). But like Raj, my own fault led me to attaining undesirable information. While the situation on TV will not be known until next week, I can tell you that I terminated the relationship pretty much at that point, then and there.

*Jar of Hearts - Christina Perri

So what am I trying to (say || vent)? That is a great question.

Seeing not one but both series have a unified topic which strikes my situation is....troubling. to the average person that may not seem significant...but to an alternatively-minded person, it is a big deal.

*Complicated - Avril

It is as if Chuck Lorre and Steven Molaro are trying to tell me to be cautious in who I try to talk to and how I go about it. Which would make sense since I am riding some sharp knife edges as I try to find and get what I want...wether others wish to comply or not. That's not my choice, I can't control that aspect.

I don't know what to do. I am lost and confused.

I want friends instead of acquaintances. But everyone in my world is taken, and it gives me great guilt to contact them. That's covered in a previous post.

I need somebody that I can talk to and be open with, but also hang out with in person and have a tangible feeling.

*I knew you were trouble - Taylor Swift

--A conversation:

--Other: "Why can't you or do you feel like you can't be touched the way you want?"

--Me: "Because there's nobody here to cuddle"

--Other: "Why can't you find that someone? Why do you think you have to be alone?"

--Me: "One of my moodal aspie traits, I generally don't like being around or touching people. But I also enjoy hugs, holding hands, cuddling/laying together, or otherwise having a tangible link to a ground person."

--Other: "So as long as it's on your terms to touch and feel"

--Me: "I refuse to pay a computer to give me its artificially intelligent opinion of a person who is best for me. Especially since my persona is deviant from standard. But since I do not go to bars, drink, smoke, or party, my options for interaction to others, specifically other singles, is significantly reduced."

--Other: "Yes, I can completely understand that. I have no interactions outside of racing. I don't share. I get it. I dont even begin to think I understand you. But I want too. Human is human. Desire and desire to be wanted and touched is there."

*Get The Party Started - Pink

Some people say that I make it look easy to write my feelings out. Unfortunately, anything that you are good at will naturally make it look like an easier task to other people.

*Never Say Never - The Fray

I have become so numb to feelings and emotions that writing is my outlet. It's become part of who I am, and so it comes easily.

Except for when writer's block occurs because I can only represent so much of what goes on in my mind using written words.

*Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson

The other day I made a Tumblr post about various resources relating Asperger's and Depression. It is more common than I was led to believe, which concerns me more that 5 different medical people never brought up the two of them, and the autism expert I visited was unsure of handling Asperger's and Depression together. That is really sad, in more than a few ways.

*A Thousand Years (Part 2) - Christina Perri

Listening to Pandora helps me write sometimes. Somehow, Pandora always knows my mood and is able to cobble together a playlist that generally follows my mood, and sometimes my writing follows in terms to the music.

This leaves me in a place where I have to again wonder if I need to set science aside and accept that I am but a puppet to a higher power, or do I keep my science close and stay Agnostic, not deciding wether such a higher power exists or not.

*If I Die Young - The Band Perry

It is tough accepting that my lack of social skills, my lack of socializing forces me to be lonely, and that this loneliness spurs my depression.

I was at a party for New Year's Eve. I played a couple rounds of dice games (Left-Center-Right). I wasn't exactly lonely, but I was. I was around people and thus was able to talk to others and be social, but at the same token I wasn't much interested after awhile in playing games and all that. So I got bored. The kind of bored that leads to being lonely. Thankfully somebody pulled out from pyrotechnics so that shut down those feelings.

*Sk8er Boi - Avril

It's not really a secret that I get jealous easily. I am not really sure why, if it's from being lonely or having to settle just to get a bit of happiness. I see all these happy people in relationships while I sit here sulking in my own feelings. It is rough on the mental state. I want to have somebody that I can take to parties, to flaunt, to hang out with and go places with and cuddle with and all those great things.

But sometimes I feel like I would be in the same situation as Stuart. Courting a girl almost a full decade younger, great looking, with a common interest, but not knowing what to do with the relationship. Being afraid to make any kind of move, to answer simple questions with a yes or no.

*Always - Saliva

I know that you aren't supposed to care about how others see you. You can't do anything about their thoughts, so why spend time and mental power on something you can't control? Yet despite this, one of my biggest fears is my public image. I hate when others cast doubt and shine down on me like a stray animal or discarded refuse.

While I was with my second (and most recent, for those keeping count) girlfriend, I was extremely, vehemently concerned about the perception cast being around her, because of her weight. I didn't want to be seen as a settler because we actually did get along, understood eachother for the most part, and had a couple interests in common (not to mention meeting through the workplace). I slowly started holding hands with her in public and things like that, but it was a slow road.

*Look After You - The Fray

It is hard to explain my mind in written words, but I try to do the best that I can. I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer. I don't have a very good history and my outlook on the future is sketchy at times. But writing is my outlet, so I do the best that I can to put my mind out there and vent off the psychological pressure.

*Fake It - Seether

If you have any love to give, please send it my direction. Thank you.

*Behind These Hazel Eyes - Kelly Clarkson