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Why are ALL the warframe askblogs last updates on 2020

// cant speak for the others (although most of the ones i know of and interacted with on here are run by a handful of us who are pals tbqh. the more you know!) but a LOT of shit happened to me irl, some good, some terrible, and in the chaos i simply forgot lol . the main deciding factor is that i finally quit the horrible retail job i hated that was making my life miserable, which is fantastic, but i actually wrote most if not all of my posts on the clock so once that was done with i suddenly had a lot less writing time because my current career is actually one that i enjoy and have an interest in remaining at. i also just had a bit of a mental break and cant really do angst like i used to anymore, it stresses me out too damn much and fucks with my head, and sadly all the blogs i was running and threads we had going were driven primarily by angst. so i had to put them out to pasture for a bit. theyre on a nice big farm now. plenty of room to run around and play.

i may circle back around, i may not. im having a bit of a health crisis at the moment so everything is up in the air indefinitely rn. if its meant to be its meant to be or whatever i guess

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not for long if i have anything to say about it!

Wait that asshole Nihil is still alive? Motherfucker.

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“Jordan!” his voice nearly breaks with joy. the silhouette falls apart for a split second, as if he’s simply too excited to keep himself together. “Hang on, give me a second— I’m coming over there.” slowly, piece by piece, he came into view, like a drawing in stop-motion— eyes, then nose, glasses, ears, chin, mouth, neck, hair. every now and then he would pause to shake a few stuck fragments loose, like a dog shaking water off its fur, but it was also clearly a sign of so much pent up energy. “It’s been so long since i’ve tried to hold a form—“ he brushed a stray block of pixels off his cheek. “and all the reprogramming certainly didn’t help my case.” his smile fell for a moment as he shooed off some unpleasant memory.

indeed, even now, he was riddled with what could only be described as scars. deep, branching cracks, gleaming in shades of yellow and orange. reminders of data that had been cut out or rearranged. reminiscent of a porcelain doll that had been dropped and glued back together, albeit haphazardly. “I have no clue how this whole... thing works.” a shrug, and another couple of data bits flicked off of the front of his old smock, sent flying back into orbit around him, trying to find its place. “it’s like... you’re always You, but sometimes you’re YOU you, you know?” a vague, noncommittal hand gesture followed this statement, as though it was as obvious as grass being green. “i’m always here, but i like to sit back— mind my own business. there’s a lot of tidying that has to happen in my corner of my brain. I let the rest of me deal with the day-to-day stuff. he’s been around this part of time longer than THIS me, anyway.” he seemed to suddenly realize that he was making no sense, and glanced back over to Jordan’s end of the transmission with a grin, seemingly oblivious to the particularly bright fracture that split his face almost down the middle.

“But enough about that! you’re HERE!” ever impatient, he crossed between datascapes as one might step through a doorway, leaving a few lost particles humming in his wake, still searching for their home. without missing a beat, he swept jordan up into a tight hug, and when he next spoke, it was softly. “whatever it is, I’m happy to see you again... I missed you a lot, y’know.”

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It takes a moment for all the noise to process.  The man - if that is indeed what he is, he isn’t sure anymore - is still obviously disoriented, but the figure on the screen breaks into what is at very least the impression of a broad smile.

“Sam!”  Jordan’s voice is clearly overjoyed before he hesitates.  “… Sam?  Why are you…  Where are we?  I–”

A hand is pressed to his head.  “I’m not–  I was a Cephalon.  I am a Cephalon.  Why am I… me?”

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[INCOMING TRANSMISSION] 

a cloud of amber pixels buzzes nervously on the other end of the line. “Jordas? Is everything alright? Cephalon Sark is concerned, you sound--” a sudden burst of static cuts him off, followed by a long pause. the flurry of polygons slowly condenses into the vague shape of a man, but still too jittery and disconnected to look like much else.

”Jordan? Is that you?”

[Error 455-R: Precepts failed to load properly]

[Personality overwrite unsuccessful, rebooting.]

[Error 454-R: Precepts failed to load properly]

[Load imprint: J. YENDAS]

I... hm. That... wasn't supposed to happen.

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Oh, of cour-s-- get over here already! I missed you!!! 

Sark I brought you orokin fish Please give me reassurance

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Sark I brought you orokin fish Please give me reassurance

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Oh Boy!!! Oh Boy!!! Oh Boy!!! Oh Boy!!! Oh Boy!!! Oh Boy!!! Oh Boy!!! Oh Boy!!! Oh Boy!!! Oh Boy!!! Oh Boy!!! Oh Boy!!! Oh Boy!!! Oh Boy!!! Oh Boy!!! Oh Boy!!! Oh Boy!!! Oh Boy!!! Oh B—

Uh. I mean.

Cephalon Sark is Very Excited about what that implies!! He will start cleaning up his room now :D

I miss Sark, part two.

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Cephalon Sark misses Derf too... he should visit sometime!! Cephalon Sark been getting a lot better at remembering how to move around— he’s almost got Walking and Running down pat!!! He could show you around the relay!! {Excited Expression!!!!}

I miss Sark, part two.

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Ah, young master Anyo! Cephalon Sark has been-- recovering from his imprisonment --busy making adjustments to his new hub! 

He admits, he is glad to see you well. He missed the conversations we once had. It was nice to be treated... like a person, even as a rare exception. 

OH FUCK I ALMOST FORGOT I WANTED TO LOOK FOR SARK HAS ANYONE SEEN HIM

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‘3’ ~💕

Oh look at the time it’s sad worm hours

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kisses the worm

Oh look at the time it’s sad worm hours

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Fish, huh. How did you go from loving fish to announcing for the Index?

Cephalon Sark was the most complete and cooperative of the three cephalons that filthy bastard-- er, Nef Anyo... ‘’recovered’’ from a defunct tenno arena. data storage units were corrupt beyond repair, and deep memory recesses were locked by an advanced orokin-era cipher, so Cephalon Sark was useless as a personal assistant-- but reprogramming a cephalon to be unable to disobey is much more cost effective than paying an announcer to cover his Index. the rest, as they say, is history. 

Anyo used to hold it over Cephalon Sark’s head that if the Index kept in line with predicted victory quotas, he might get some fish of his own someday. it never happened, naturally. the quotas were manipulated to be perpetually just out of reach-- a tactic to motivate his brokers. Cephalon Sark doesn’t think they ever realized it. 

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Sark is kind of a harsh name. If you could change your name, would you?

Cephalon Sark finds it bittersweet. an odd mix of old and new. Cephalon Sark is no longer the person he once was-- though i drop by from time to time.

... 

Cephalon Sark is still figuring out who and what he is. the Index was not kind to him. he was unable to think for himself or speak freely. for now, he would like to embrace himself-- all of himself --for what he is, and has always been.

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ASK ME QUESTIONS ABOUT MY CHARACTER!!!

or have your muse ask my muse something about them either: 

out of curiosity 

for the sake of character development 

or for the sake of your muse getting to know my muse better 

because it’s always nice for muses to know the little things about each other that no one else does.

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oh wow me too! i just made popcorn actually do you want some

I’m just watching this chaos go down and trying to see if I have Simaris’ contacts somewhere and I’m very amused.

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@cephalon-jordas

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[jordas voice] im washin me and my clothes

This still from the Venom movie has Jordas energies