wake up

a verummancer ponders

this one’s for all my Vaucanson-heads out there

crab

hundreds die in the voidwood each year, each attempting to take a picture of a wrong animal to post with the caption “same”

burgerkinesis

galloping golly-gossips whisper outside windows to lure out the curious

you feel the space-time fabric of your Mondays begin to twist and warp

while heroes are created and maintained by the Perpetual Empire, other societies quickly learned they could also use them to achieve their goals.

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