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We pilotin Hydras. We labellin each of our turns as distinct geological eras. Homeboy tried to front to my Tempest Drone and failed his Agility save so hard he saw the curvature of the Earth. I'm feral. I'm a fuckin dog. That OROCHI disarticulated my shit so hard I live in sixteen ZIP codes. We straight smokin the Overshield from Invigorate. My drones have extra HP so I can fuck 'em longer. If the pussy don't smell like ozone I don't want it. I bust a nut in her and then bust another at the start of my next turn as a protocol. This shit ain't nothin to me, man.

We damaging the GM directly with how much time our turns and reactions take

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We movin' Manual. pussyboy in a witch tried to hack my systems with his Full Subjectivity Suit™️ before realizing the shitbucket I'm in got no systems to hack. real Analog hour. I'm in the cockpit, high off the fumes of a pre-space-era cradle diesel engine, pulling levers and pushing buttons like my life depended on it, because as a matter of fact it does. frame so fucked up it ends up in multiple HORUS pattern group spotting lists. I'm in the middle of a junkyard building atrocities that would make Harrison the 2nd blush. SSC bioengineered me to beat the think tank, couldn't handle the fact they succeeded. give me a screwdriver, a box of scraps and 48 hours I'm building you a way to solve the union-karrakin conflict. I'm piloting naked in more ways than one. my continued existence is an affront to RA, he can't accept I'm Her. I'm the Hergemony. the Heristocracy. I'm laying claim to the title of defender of Hercynia. pushing in the danger zone by merely existing, frame lighting up in the night like a red hot knife, next motherfucker who crosses me gonna feel the Sunshine.

In this house we ride naked AND stupid

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I'm goin' feral. Straight fuckin' slapstick. Fuck it, the only weapons I use are claws. I keep the squad with me just so I can structure 'em myself before I Go Loud. Put me in the ring, I will solo your named Ultra and half their army like this shit was Armored Core. Haters say I lost my humanity, they lost their fuckin' lives. That's just the numbers. Yeah, sure, I got a handler, he handles the lawyers and I handle the opps.

I am them, I will continue to be them, last time I died it was from pulmonary thembolism. The fury within me would burst your body at the seams, punk. I'm hitting combat stims so heinous that I have to get organ transplants every six months. Occasionally I grieve for the person I once was; I do not have a punchline for that one. Smokin' straight existential horror, I do not fear death because I am ready to leave this life behind. Haters can't see my inner turmoil behind these Lux-Iconic Louis Vuitton antiphotonic trueblack shades, I got 'em avoiding eye contact.

This shit is everything to me, man

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We smoking gas station sushi. I started out with a fistful of mana, a twinkle in my eye, and a dream. I gave up the latter two for the first, and my identity went with it. I can walk out of a metavault unchanged because I had no identity or character to begin with. Now all I do is take stims, spread cheeks, and kill for sport. This shit ain't nothing to me, man. This shit ain't nothing to me, man. I ain't nothing to me, man.

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Sprayed my shaft with synthetic muscle netting and fucked a SEKHMET into submission. NHPussy got me gazing through the veil, looking into worlds that mirror our own. In each and every single world, no matter the gender, no matter the occupation, I am HIM. I am the multiversal constant. We smokin' the fumes of dyin' stars. Stuck a pilebunker on a Kobold. No weapon can touch me, no armor can keep me out. Lightin' the pack off the slag of a castigating Manticore, then proceedin' to fuck it 'till one of us blows. This shit is unfathomable. This shit ain't nothin' to me, man. This shit is everything to everyone, girl. This shit exists in quantum equilibrium, slime.

Y'all need Ra. I will reblog as usual.

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OOC: A worrying number of people don't seem to realize that the Dusk Wing is made of lobotomized god and that its Tech's flavour consists mostly of the traumadumping of the sole DHYED survivor

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Times are so tough I'm taking a hit of the Tachyon Lance's backblast to get high. No stims can so much as make me twitch anymore. I'm a walking corpse. Replaced my cob with a Displacer and my balls with the power pack, and I still can't manage to find any satisfaction in blasting a load. This shit ain't nothing to me, man.

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I'm moving counter-temporally, messing with the opps like I'm in TENET. Pushed my Lich into a metavault and sent my mega-sour paracausal brainfuckery pack straight into blinkspace. I woke up with on Deimos with no pants on, RA was ringing me up asking did I got any more.

Chronological deterioration got me seeing shit

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We straight boopin, cutting straight to the bricks. My GMS Everest is personalized with a nacho dip dispenser, and my experimental weapon shoots straight rope. Took a hit of that Athena-type simulated super-pack, and ate six people. I'm fucked.

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I eat like a Reckoner and shit like an Adept

thoughts on the crowned growth?

I fronted him a brick; that little shit owes me money. If he's askin' after me, tell him that I'll show him what An Incandescence looks like if he doesn't show up with twenty grand and some Amaranthine Nectar in the Chalice Murmurous this week. The suffering I will deliver unto him will make the Wolf Divided look like he's having a bad day. The torment I will inflict will be of such a magnitude that the Grail will instantly faint from getting so horny. And tell him to get the fuck out of JK Rowling's brain.

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I'm licking the oil leaking from the underside of my Lancaster. I'm feasting on the shit they found in the impact zone, I'm a real bottom feeder. I penetrate like a White Witch and eat like a Balor. Shit ain't nothing to me, man. There are diseases long-thought extinct in my blood just waiting to get loose, I'm like the Devil's petri dish, I'm a gutter baby. Ops thought I couldn't persuade them to part with their cash, so I whispered a paracausal word into their ear and gave them three new mental illnesses. Stole their wallet, too.

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Lit a blunt off the heat from my Tokugawa's reactor, smoked that shit and melted the opps like a grilled cheese. Doing lines of crushed-up bluespace crystals, I see every single god that has ever existed and will ever exist. Opps wanted to start shit, thought they could pull one over on me. I scorched their asses like a greywash swarm. Didn't even leave the bones. Throwing my Lich into a black hole to trigger quantum immortality and create an identical clone of myself. One of us is walking out this metavault pregnant. This shit ain't nothing to me, man.

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Fascination got me seeing shit

When you move like Dracula you move with An Imminence. If Fucine is called the dry tongue, why does it make my bitch wet when I speak it into her snatch? I huff an ounce of Bitterblack Salts to set my blood aflame as a part of my morning routine. Ligeia remembers me, motherfucker. I don't need no Dawnbreaker or key of any kind to bust open the Savage Door, all I need is a bottle of whisky and a brass knuckle. I got more Edge than the Wolf Divided, more Lantern than the Colonel, more Forge than the Lionsmith, and more crack than the Grail could ever drink up. This shit ain't nothing to me, man!

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Strongly considering another Dracula Flow blog themed around Cultist Simulator because that game permanently rewired my brain

Only problem is that I can't think of a Dracula Flow-themed pun for the blog name

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Hitting the opp with the Breacher's painmaker, ain't nobody gonna mourn for your broke ass, fuckboi. Piston-1 won't do half as much damage to the Aunic Ascendency as my drug empire's done in two weeks. I'm incorrigible. My shades extrude a Basilisk hyperfractal at all times. Last opp who tried to look me in the eyes ended up talking like a stock text to speech program for the rest of his short and also unfortunate life. This shit ain't nothing to me, man.

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We hitting it from the back, the front, and every conceivable angle up to fifth-dimensional space. Zaza got me as vigilant as the IPS-N Tortuga. I'm violent and sick in the head; all SEKHMET clones are force-femmed versions of me.