Joshua
@hiddenPhotography
Previously a Seer of Void. Currently a Robot Seer of Void.
Beautiful women are always shooting me. It's their favorite pastime.
Please, if the rankings were truly Random, then they would not have been fitting.
ረⓞᴠ𝙚 νɨ𝙚we𝙙 ẗ𝐡r🅾𝘂ƃɦ thɘ ẗɦ𝕣ea𝐝 🅞f a nｅｅ𝐝1ﻉ שɨ𝖙𝐡iᴎ 𝙖 𝐡🅾ｒ𝔰ﻉ'⒮ ﻉሃ𝙚 𝙞𝐬 ⒜ ɭov𝙚 ¢𝐡aɭlｅ𝐧ƃﻉ 🅾ｖｅr ʇ𝐡e ¢ﻉńt𝘂r𝙞ɘ⒮. Ｉʇ 𝔴𝙞𝙡l b𝙚 𝖙rαƃi𝖈 f🅞𝘳 𝙩𝔥ﻉ 𝐡🅞ｒ𝔰ｅ.
eugh... wow... i am... im getting up. oh my gosh, that is a new threshold of pain. wow. uhh... um... what day is it... oh, today is the 4th of june on my phone. okay. okay, it worked. ah... goddamn... we all have a lot of catching up to do, dont we?
hey!
Got to get my case notes in order. I've just kind of been jotting them down on whatever paper is close hand and leaving it as a problem for Future me. I guess I have to... retrieve my paper pieces.
I would never turn down the opportunity to collect a friend's pages.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@hiddenPhotography Everyone else has gone missing. You had been busy in Sylvans and Separation. There was seemingly lots to do, and many leads to follow on where you were meant to go. Your friends, similarly to you, were also making progress on their own. They all had their own Lands to decipher, their own beds to find. It wasn't unusual that there had been a gap in communications. At least.. That's what you thought, until you tried talking to Sarah. She never responded. None of them did. And you slowly came to the realization that you were alone. Being alone, you concluded, was a bad thing to be. It was hard to multitask this way. You had reasonably deduced that God-Tiering would grant you greater power, but how were you supposed to do that and figure out where your friends went at the same time?.. Surely, you figured, being a literal god would increase your odds of being able to aid the others. And you were aware that there were ways to, in essence, duplicate yourself. The wiring had been difficult, as it wasn't your usual forte, but you managed it alright. This sculpture, once collecting dust, was perfect for what you needed done. You, again, had difficulty with the scanning. It was a device you had never touched before this, and you weren't even sure that it had been used before this, but it worked. You had uploaded your brain into the main terminal the robot was jammed into. Your consciousness. Your.. You. Two sets of your hands to work together. The Flesh and Blood would seek out godhood, and the Thrumming Circuits would scour through every bit of data available. Accounts, When messages were last sent, Where they had roughly been sent from, Etcetera. You wave yourself goodbye, and feel the reflex to smile as you speak. "Be careful out there, Pal. I'll be waiting forya!" It's strange, to speak without lungs. Your voice comes from a speaker, your chest remains static. There is no change in your face, even as the warm reaches your tone. You can't feel anything but the mechanical tolerances of your pistons. He laughs, zipping up your hoodie. It's the original one, as you had already decided that you would wear an alchemized copy. There was no reason to cover the robot in human oils and stray hair. That's gross. "You'd better wait! Let me know if you find anything... Guess I better see myself out then, Huh?" The flippant acknowledgement you perform is natural in every way but literal. You suppose you're just not used to the new body yet. This was something you already expected! You won't let it bother you. "III'm seeing!" You call after yourself, turning your full attention back to the task at hand. You're optimistic about this venture. This will provide the best results possible. You barely register the sound of Joshua Boyd Prime activating the transportalizer. Very interesting... 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
I've been mulling it over. I've decided I'm glad to have this here. Thank you, Miss. You've helped me remember the last time I saw his face.
is there anyway skaia can get fucked up? and if so, how?
My first instinct would be to say the Horrorterrors. They're sortof the Evil Anti-Elvis in most scenarios. Derse Agents could.. try? They'd need some artifacts of pretty great power though, and you've said before your friends have sewn shut a lot of ways that the Dersites could stab you in the back. I believe in some very rare cases, Skaia can implode. I don't know why it does that, I've only sortof.. Gotten the *gist* of that being something that can happen.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@cueballCorrupted 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 You will never be whole again 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
I invited the men of my Gang for a nice feast. Finely roasted turkey, slow cooked. Meat melting off the bones. Fine quality Beer; not the swill that tastes like piss. I let them feast, and for little Damara, though she cannot drink, I baked a nice apple pie, just for her. She didn't have to share it with anyone. The air was light in the Manor. And the pain of our existence was made lighter by jubilance and mirth. Looking out into the forest, I wish this weight were easier on them. All I can do is make things a little bit easier, and hope one day, we can all rest easy. Their eyes closing to a better probabilistic determination of a world more worthy to carry their spirits along.
I'm sorry, but whatever you're trying to convey, I.. Don't know if I can bring myself to really understand. It feels like tapping the glass on an aquarium tunnel. Sorry, Scratched Doctor.
This is just basic interpretation of the abstract, here, but; Freedom for you would be drowning for me, unfortunately. I really wish I could point you to someone else who could help.
Is anyone else worried about Timi all of a sudden?
Yeah, extremely. I'm really hoping they come back tomorrow.
From what I can tell.. I don't think this is done. There's more to be done. ...At least. I think so. It's hard to tell.
@ sEErs of chittr, is turning up on somEonE's doorstEp, vaguEly mEnacing thEm to with your prEsEncE, thEn fucking off normal bEhavior for you lot?
what do you mean you cant use the cards if you punch them
yeah this is bullshit
I. Would have thought that would have been obvious. I'm sorry to hear you're finding this out now.
Get in my pocket, chittr. We're getting pizza.