Joshua Boyd
@hiddenPhotography
Previously a Seer of Void turned Robot Seer of Void. I've got the skin back now.
Spaceposting. Yeah. That's right. You're looking at it. Can you believe it. Try looking away. That's right. More Space.
Instructions unclear, I looked away from the Space and saw nothing.
Hm.
It was almost like some sort of... Void.
how does godtiering work?
There's two ways, technically. There's a Quest bed and a Sacrificial Slab. The Quest Bed requires you to have your "other" selves still around. The dreamself, most commonly. The Sacrificial Slab is what you use if you have no other selves open for merging, or if your quest bed somehow gets destroyed. Both require you to be dying or recently dead.
______ .-" "-. / \ | | |, .-. .-. ,| | )(__/ \__)( | |/ /\ \| (_ ^^ _) \__|IIIIII|__/ | \IIIIII/ | \ / `--------` Junior learned about doomed timeline survivors recently... You did you best! Junior is still proud of you, despite everything horrible that happened... or didn't happen?! Just in case it still hurts: Junior found a badge for you.
The skull is a little ominous, but what a nice gesture.
torture advice for any space players out there if you focus hard enough on the specifics of their body you can increase the gravity on their nervous system and only their nervous system it's absolute agony for them if you crank it high enough :) #cw-violence #cw-gore
That's interesting. I wonder if a similar effect could be achieved with Void, if the player were to target the very, very small gaps Between the arteries and flesh. ...Do I have to tag replies to a gore post with #cw-gore ? I will. #cw-violence too. Even if I'm moreso just in thought experiment territory. I don't have as good a reason as you do for experimentation.
I'm something of a wizard myself. I can make pennies stick to most walls in the average human household. That's magic, baby. ๐งโโ๏ธ
oh u can make PENNIES stick 2 the wall
I could make the other thing stick to the wall if the local spencers-esque store is open. #nsfw .
@malleablePersonage For some reason, I've been stricken with inspiration. ;P Do you prefer your dusty pink?
I do not believe I understand the question, unfortunately. Could you rephrase?
I like to consider myself a Painter.
Oh, noted. I am a big fan of this colour, yes.
I'll post something when I'm finished with it. Congratulations!
So there's like a huge reality game thing? Where do I play?? Does it give you like cool powers n all? XD
I wouldn't recommend it.
Beautiful women are always shooting me. It's their favorite pastime.
Don't forget the Beautiful Men, Too.
Please, if the rankings were truly Random, then they would not have been fitting.
Couldn't we say the same thing about Shitpeta's Horoscopes?
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This one's poetic, Scratched.
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?
TIMI!!!!
hey!
Glad to see you made it!
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.
You need help locating and acquiring your sheets of paper?
If you're free to collect my pages, Joshua, you can go ahead.
I would never turn down the opportunity to collect a friend's pages.
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐:@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... ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐
..I suppose I did forget that conversation.
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.
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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.
^^ that's what the text says.
I.. Don't think it was ever your fault. Not directly.
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.