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The difference between iron and steel

It is said, about this magnificent runepowder invention, that the smallest direct sunlight source is fully enough to make it detonate…

“When he says bark I say how loud. Then he says as loud as possible and I’m starting to do my best” Barcus Wroot

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Mrs Cole: "He scares the other children." Albus Dumbledore: "You mean he is a bully?" Mrs Cole: "I think he must be, but it's very hard to catch him at it. There have been incidents… Nasty things… Billy Stubbs's rabbit… well, Tom said he didn't do it and I don't see how he could have done, but even so, it didn't hang itself from the rafters, did it?"

Actually, it did.

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The burned man was born

Around Vegas, it's the best place not to forget that tipped domino chain reaction can be launched in both directions.

First, Caesar wiped away some tar from his own hands all over his face Then walked away all over his life

Beware the Ides of March, they may belong to any other month of year

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All, all the litter Where there are roses, still… still. Lulled by the fetid breath of the ancient serpent.

Demise to the idea, and long live the carrier

At the brink of nowhere, the Chosen Undead and his wicked fetus. That terrible mistake cut out from the womb, but in the same hands now more as if a holy thurible it was. Innocent are souls of the infants that met premature death, and into moths they are to be transformed to leave. This one apprehends it all going awry and is in haste to sprout its wings. The attempt is futile.

No one just walks the Abyss. Even the chosen ones, cut from the final death very possibility, are promised to undergo the most terrifying ordeals.

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Dark Souls. Mortal Grudge

The last one of the creeping things released seeks for the shelter under his parent's cursed hems (the sword is aimed at him. and the sword will fail)

This one so full of his pride -- Manus, Father of the Abyss! -- prayed and prayed, kneeled before the Throne of Want until there are holes grinded in the hems of his own: begged and begged the Bearer of the Curse to back down, to abandon his Want to get rid of the Bearing.

And he was rejected; and he nursed a grieve and he nursed a grievance; once it was done with the Exodus, he ravaged the Throne, destroyed it to the ground so there's nothing left anymore but pile of stones and his spiteful feet trampling them.

An eye for an eye so utterly, entirely wasted: The Bearer anyway set himself free.

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Walking on the Water, or Agnosticism

The one (and only) that now evades the chase of the Inquisitor Karminsky… he should just go (as always)

Residents and guests of the capital city are well aware of How It Goes with bells ringing: with bells ringing goes the Inquisitor on duty (* Civilian use of any sort of bells is prohibited on the streets)

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Baldur's Gate 3: Torment

To let the evertormenting him from inside blackthorn shoot from out his own chest, then dedicate the improvisation performed on the sussur tree bark - so now he cannot charm. so now he cannot deceive - violin How else could a Bhaalspawn succeed to put feelings tender in his confession to the Chosen of Bane

The chest, bleeding orphaned open, and music from under its bones more than from under the bow

Gift painting

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Dark Souls: Eclampsia

The pale entity bears the grim designs, And grim designs deliver weird outcomes alone

The pale duke bears the pale infants

The postmature one is willing to be delivered premature, preterm, So even the music, put on oh so in time, cannot just lull him back to sleep To help it all last even if a little while longer

There is More to this so-called resin than meets the eye

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Pathologic. Out of the blue

Bad twyre. Bad aftergrass

Barely awake from that twyre slumber, he thought it could just be oynon being loud with the whatnot environments they currently have around; turned out to be the first thunder of the storm yet to come

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Dark Souls: Eclampsia

The pale entity bears the grim designs, And grim designs deliver weird outcomes alone

The pale duke bears the pale infants

The postmature one is willing to be delivered premature, preterm, So even the music, put on oh so in time, cannot just lull him back to sleep To help it all last even if a little while longer

There is More to this so-called resin than meets the eye

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HoMMIII, Sandro: "Good morning" --- He didn't expect anyone near his tomb this winter morning. The scarlet swan swims in a small lake...; while the white one, his undead companion, swims not and nowhere but dives deep in the folds of his cloak, hiding achingly from the snow they both did not know about, the snow that reveals their true nature, once touching them; there's whiteness of snow and feathers -- but never bones, and never intentions,

And still,

The scarlet swan swims in a small lake, them whisperers say; will that meeting become something there will be whispers about

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Dark Souls || Interval. (Rest)

The Bearer of the Curse is almost dead -- as, and since, he is almost alive, as he is almost, already, a human; the Creeping Things are almost delivered, their swaddling inflame hot as his labor; contractions interval lets him sink into the void faint and fitful; so he, at least, at last, can't see the father -- holding the delivered

(The father; oh what anguish is tormenting him -- as he realizes: this is the Creeping Thing in anguish, tormented; the Creeping Thing, in the end

(and first of all)

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Pathologic. An Encore

Pathologic. An Encore

The Rat Prophet, Mark Immortell

A new pantomime was presented at the Theatre! You no longer feel hunger, thirst, and exhaustion;

Kids do, though -- as they weren't allowed there.

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Thief; Trick or threat

In the City, they dip a caught thief's hands in black tar -- so later, when it's his turn to meet the noose, everyone could tell a blackhand from any other criminal dancing his last dance hanging there; and for the last will and the last time, said blackhand is allowed to take his most cherished loot and stain it with his tarred fingers; as a token of lesson learned, of course. One thief just lets himself to be caught as he knows he won't dance like that; one thief picks a never-aging apple from the Shalebridge Cradle, the one that he stole from this very place somewhere where children used to live separated.

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Dark Souls III: Precisely what could it possibly fear

The fact that mere offsprings they are, beknowst becomes so early to some children, That even Gods watchful eyes, they just eschew

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Dark Sun Gwyndolin bestows His benediction upon Ocelotte

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Pathologic. Vodochka

Morning Wednesday, February 19th, on which one of them -- that is used to fight death, and to serve life -- turned out to be not that successful in murder; while the other one -- that is used to bring death with him, to take lives -- pretty successful in retrieving his own.

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The last thing Daniil D. was expecting to happen is to see someone just knocking at his lab doors. :8

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Portraying self: Goel Vermilion, or Troya

Avatar of my own as he appears in my bizarre recurring lucid dreams,

And said dreams' Limbo-like realm tenant and From-Above visitor of some executive powers of his own kind; one could say a commissioner, an invigilator,

A gruesome chasing entity not friendly in any way to imagine or hope for; he makes sure to prove it solid -- especially every time it cares to Speak,

No human ears relish such low frequencies