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hell is full. heaven is full. god created a new holding space for souls called hurgle and the only thibg to do here is this infinitely expading jigsaw puzzle of a finely detailed pigeon. we are just slowwwwwly creating little tufts of feathers for eternity . yesterday , greg found a corner piece

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hmm yes the wolves sure are beautiful this time of the year

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I'm at a :.|:; for words.

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Trident

After the loss of their totem, the Hero decides it is best to refrain from entering the Nether again for a while. Let the monsters within settle, become complacent. In the meantime, they turn their attention back to the Overworld. The fresh air, wide open blue skies, are a balm against the burning heat and darkness they are now all too familiar with.

A few rumors from the lips of the village fishermen piques their interest in another new world: the ocean. Excitement for a new adventure sizzles in their blood. In no time at all, they set off for the shore.

They set sail across the bounding waves on a ship they craft themselves. Further out from land, the waters turn lapis dark as the ocean deepens. Schools of brightly colored fish, the likes of which they have never seen, drift passively beneath their ship. Pods of cheerful dolphins splash water up at them, enticing them to a race. They pass cold seas filled with floating ice and carefully maneuver around patches of rainbow coral. The ocean is filled with wonders they have never seen before. Why had they gone through the trouble of going to the Nether when this was already here in the Overworld?

After days of sailing, they eventually come across what appears to be a ruin of some sort. The structure does not look familiar to them. Through the distortion of the waves, they can only guess what it used to be. Perhaps an outpost? But then why would it be underwater? They decide to swim down to investigate, if only to satiate their curiosity. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, after all.

They swim around the crumbling ruins, noting signs of battles long since fought. Old bones picked clean and bleached with age, the broken head of a trident half buried in the sand. A pocket of air, trapped underneath the roof of the structure, is enough for them to breathe without returning to the surface so soon.

This discovery comes just in time for an ambush. A quartet of the sodden undead emerges from the briny depths, weapons glinting in the weak light. The ensuing battle is quick and almost entirely in their favor, though they do not escape without injury. Salt stings at their wounds as they leak blood into the water like macabre clouds of ink.

With the Drowned firmly dealt with, they continue their scavenging of the ruins. Inside a buried chest, they find an old journal, strangely waterproof. They take it and whatever interesting things they swipe from the re-dead corpses back to their ship.

The journal tells them very little, but what little it does hold is intriguing. They read mentions of something called an Elder Guardian, a terrible creature that once ruled the seas and commanded armies of their ressurected ancestors. What sort of monster must that have been, to be able to make their people fight their own dead? How had it been defeated? Had it been? They set sail once again, this time keeping an eye out for any more of those ruins. They have to find out more about this creature.

Meanwhile, far below the waves, the Elder Guardian is approached by one of her Drowned scouts. He tells her of the corpses of the guards bobbing within the ocean ruins, of the missing chest they had been sent to retrieve. Her lips narrow into a thin, bloodless line. It is as she feared. The whispers she had been hearing from her Drowned's landlocked brethren are true. A builder has returned.

The Elder Guardian turns to her most loyal guard and commands they begin preparing for battle. Shore up the ocean monument's defenses, open the stockpile of weapons and armor, and begin drafting the terms for this new builder's surrender. The ocean will not be caught off guard like they had before.

And yet, to her eternal surprise, the very next time the new builder comes across a squadron of her Drowned, they do not put up a fight. They easily surrender to the ocean's custody once the leader tells them of the Elder Guardian's wish to speak with them. It is almost too easy. Why are they not fighting?

The answer is surprisingly simple: when they heard the name of the creature requesting their presence, they decided not to attack. If peace is the best way for them to learn more of this Elder Guardian, then they will stay their hand.

They are led to a structure that must be an intact version of the ruins they previously explored. A cage of strange teal stone rests in the center of the structure, and they are told this thing will allow them to breathe water as if they have gills. To make communication easier, the Drowned explain. They do not miss the silent warning that if they do not cooperate, the conduit can and will be broken.

A guard of heavily armored Drowned float in formation around the base of a raised throne, each brandishing sharpened tridents in a blatant threat. They dismiss them in favor of the creature sitting atop the throne.

At first glance, it is shaped much like they are, fully mortal, an aging woman with greying hair and frown lines. But the longer they look, the less they can believe they ever thought this thing was like them. What sort of uncanny monster has called them here?

The Elder Guardian looks down at this new builder and scowls. The builders she had defeated and raised from the dead as her Drowned had been warriors, strong and imposing, formidable foes worthy of the name. This? This was a straggler, a half formed worm only still alive because someone forgot to kill it. If she were merciful, she would end its pitiful little life right here and now.

And yet.

She is not a merciful being. Nor is she unfair. She will give them one single chance to prove they deserve their continued existence.

The Elder Guardian offers them an ultimatum. Leave her people and structures alone and be allowed to keep their life and freedom to travel the surface of the waves. If the agreement is kept, she may even be open to one day reestablishing trades as she had once done for their ancestors.

They think it over for a long, tense moment. They do not enjoy being threatened, nor constricted, but can they truly afford to decline? They are at the bottom of the ocean, surrounded by a full guard of undead with murder in their milky eyes. The creature looking down on them from her throne will not hesitate to kill them should they disagree. At any point, she can order her guards to destroy the confuit and drown them before they can escape the ensuing fight.

With a heavy heart, they agree. A contract, signed in the brilliant red of their own blood, lays out the terms they will be forced to follow. With the newly signed document in hand, they are escorted back to the surface. The sky has long since gone dark, but their ship remains held right where they left it. They climb aboard and quickly set sail into the night. They truly hate what they have been pressured into, but what could they have done? They were not prepared, not like they had been for the Nether. The temptation of curiosity had been too much for them to wait. Now they will pay for it.

Perhaps they should leave the ocean for now. Find somewhere else to explore.

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asking "hey is it fine if I smoke in here" and before you're able to answer I've already set up a full rack of salmon over a fire in your living room

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post-apocalyptic gang like the kings, the gang that worship elvis from fallout new vegas, except they’re all skaters who worship tony hawk

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Maybe there’s someone in this abandoned clown factory who can help us

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me at 4 am: i should get some water

me in my head: i can’t because five nights at freddy’s will be at. the fridge

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Falling petals

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anyone ever: from the get-go

me, nodding sagely: from the gecko…

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occasionally I am struck dumb by the sublime beauty of the world in the small moments, you know?

egg

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As an aroace person I actually never had that feeling of being broken. I thought everyone was the same way and some people were just dramatic 😭

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Can you believe it? This thing 👇 just told a lie.

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I made a bat comic and now you have to look at it

Edit: Apparently it's "not bad" so I changed the phrasing. Um hello thousands of people. You, uh, you really don't need to follow me over this one, uhh, it's not representative of my normal posting habits.

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lying in front of the street cleaner

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Owning a black cat is awesome because you’ll leave the bathroom and The Shape will be waiting for you