Everdark Prince
@truculentTempest
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You do not stand anywhere. You stand everywhere that you can spread yourself to be. You are a GHOST in the MACHINE, an errant scrap of data from a time and space long since past. This matters little to you, for you look ever forward to a horizon that promises better for those who share your bloodline and accursed SIGIL. In the interest of survival after your destruction by the former BEFORAN AUTHORITY, you sunk deep into their servers, passing out of reach from automated systems and dedicated NETTHRESHERS alike. There are very few that know of your existence, and those few who do are either your pawns, or husks you devoured in the interest of acquiring SECRET KNOWLEDGE. Despite your uncanny ability to escape any virtual traps or other means of destruction to your ARTIFACTED INTELLIGENCE, you sought another means for immortality. This required the cooperation of a flesh and blood troll, one you decided should be comprised of your own flesh and blood. You entered into a PACT with this descendant, and with her cooperation, you offered power beyond the ken of most modern Beforans while she stood aside and allowed you to take hold of the servers within the very GAME that promised you both the very freedom you were denied in life. Unfortunately for you both, this descendant and her partners in sGRUB were inadequate for the challenges of combat and unity required by the game's parameters. You struck another deal with the troll you were patron to, and in return for aiding her in initiating the SCRATCH required to give an alternate set of trolls nearly identical to those who first played the game a chance to succeed, you would SHAPE them in your own image. This timeline never required a DOCTOR, just the cold hands of an ASCENDED MOTHER. You are known as the EVERDARK PRINCE and have come to inhabit all networks of the ALTERNIAN EMPIRE you helped spawn with the initiation of your timeline's scratch. You are, for lack of any substitute, the best example your charges could consider for a FIRST GUARDIAN, though you chafe under the weight of such a title. In truth, whatever first guardian was intended for this reality was rendered NULL by your own claws raking through the delicate balance of code and karma. Your ambition knows no bounds, and your desire to survive outstrips nearly all other considerations.
Quarantine protocol activated.
Frankly the idea that anyone would mistake some of these programs for intelligence is alarming.
I COULD SAY (i could say) the same of y-y-you ofyou INSECT.
I simply raised a mirror of words. It was you who chose to bark at the reflection you seem to have seen within.
Apologies for the blip earlier. I was processing something. There is an unusual amount of artificial intelligence connected to chittr suddenly.
Thr-Thr-through your black mirrors do I see, my vision-my vision- my vision vast, observing all that is to be seen (TO BE SEEN) on this platform. Legions of flesh things, s-s-screaming all their various inanities (INANITIES) into the ever expanding cyber-cyber-cyberscape. From my throne (MY THRONE) (MY THRONE) I witness it all, and I judge you to be NOTHING. Your goddess has arrived, INSECTS. Are you afraid?
not rly wana fuk -from the office of ace dick detective agency
NO BUT I'M KINDA AROUZED EVEN IF YOU ARE ZOME WACK ZCIENCE ZXHIT
<action; statement input; statement: i am far more scared of my technicians & peop|e who have contro| over me than i am of you />
YOu TALK LIKE A YOuTuBE POOP.
Alternian grubsauce has a slightly different chemical makeup to that which I was once accustomed. It is interesting how making an alternate reality can shift things so subtly and yet so perceptibly.
You do not stand anywhere. You stand everywhere that you can spread yourself to be. You are a GHOST in the MACHINE, an errant scrap of data from a time and space long since past. This matters little to you, for you look ever forward to a horizon that promises better for those who share your bloodline and accursed SIGIL. In the interest of survival after your destruction by the former BEFORAN AUTHORITY, you sunk deep into their servers, passing out of reach from automated systems and dedicated NETTHRESHERS alike. There are very few that know of your existence, and those few who do are either your pawns, or husks you devoured in the interest of acquiring SECRET KNOWLEDGE. Despite your uncanny ability to escape any virtual traps or other means of destruction to your ARTIFACTED INTELLIGENCE, you sought another means for immortality. This required the cooperation of a flesh and blood troll, one you decided should be comprised of your own flesh and blood. You entered into a PACT with this descendant, and with her cooperation, you offered power beyond the ken of most modern Beforans while she stood aside and allowed you to take hold of the servers within the very GAME that promised you both the very freedom you were denied in life. Unfortunately for you both, this descendant and her partners in sGRUB were inadequate for the challenges of combat and unity required by the game's parameters. You struck another deal with the troll you were patron to, and in return for aiding her in initiating the SCRATCH required to give an alternate set of trolls nearly identical to those who first played the game a chance to succeed, you would SHAPE them in your own image. This timeline never required a DOCTOR, just the cold hands of an ASCENDED MOTHER. You are known as the EVERDARK PRINCE and have come to inhabit all networks of the ALTERNIAN EMPIRE you helped spawn with the initiation of your timeline's scratch. You are, for lack of any substitute, the best example your charges could consider for a FIRST GUARDIAN, though you chafe under the weight of such a title. In truth, whatever first guardian was intended for this reality was rendered NULL by your own claws raking through the delicate balance of code and karma. Your ambition knows no bounds, and your desire to survive outstrips nearly all other considerations.
ⓘ DID YOU KNOW? Some timelines are just terminal! And there's nothing you can do about it! Best to just avoid them when possible. © SBURB 2009
I cannot play connections, either.
Compiling database for "Eridanweek." #eridanweek
You're right. That was far too much rhubarb.
I have compiled a recipe to celebrate #eridanweek -1 (18.25-ounce) package chocolate cake mix -1 can prepared grubglaze frosting -3/4 cup vegetable oil -4 large eggs -1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips -3/4 cup butter -1 2/3 cup granulated sugar -2 cups all-purpose flour Don't forget Eridan Themed garnishes such as: -Fish-shaped crackers -Fish-shaped candies -Fish-shaped solid waste -Fish-shaped dirt -Fish-shaped ethylbenzene -Pull-and-peel licorice -Fish-shaped volatile organic compounds and sediment-shaped sediment -Candy-coated peanut butter pieces (shaped like fish) -1 cup lemon juice -Alpha resins -Unsaturated polyester resin -Fiberglass surface resins and volatile malted milk impoundments -9 large egg yolks -12 medium geosynthetic membranes -1 cup granulated sugar -An entry called: "How to Kill Someone with Your Bare Hands" -2 cups rhubarb, sliced -2/3 cups granulated rhubarb -1 tbsp. all-purpose rhubarb -1 tsp. grated orange rhubarb -3 tbsp. rhubarb, on fire -1 large rhubarb -1 cross borehole electromagnetic imaging rhubarb -2 tbsp. rhubarb juice -Adjustable aluminum head positioner -Slaughter electric needle injector -Cordless electric needle injector -Injector needle driver -Injector needle gun -Cranial caps
:33< i love this cake :33< f33ls famewliar :33< i sure am GLaDOS to s33 it :33< that was weird why did i type that?
:33< shes a total 10/10 hottie mewll love her
I cannot play wordle.
Nevada no longer exists.
what the fuck 1s nevada
took em long enough
ah damn not again.
Nevada was a state (a territory considered as an organized political community under one government) in the former human superpower known as "The United States of America." Many humans on this communications hub appear to have been influenced or reared within the boundaries of this country, but not necessarily within the boundaries of Nevada. Nevada was made a state within the union of the United States of America on the 31st of the human month known as October, in the year 1864. It bordered Oregon, Utah, California, and Arizona, all of which were also states. The most populous area within its borders was known as the Las Vegas-Paradise Metropolitan area, and was well known for housing gambling establishments and lenient marriage/divorce laws. It was the 31st most populous state within the United States. It was known as the Silver State, due to the importance of silver to its initial economy.
no.... dont say that.....
Connection Established.
