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My fellow Artisans, I gather you here, for this most ceremonious event. Uma canção cantemos. A song, la chanson. A chansevent. We shall gather in this chansevent, in these fields of grey, white and blue, and through this song we shall weave a universe most UNDEFINED. For what qualities shall our creation hold? That, cannot be known right now. For we are creatures of free will, or so we perceive. Therefore this birth of our will shall be called ... ἑκοντογένεσις hekón: of one's own free will, voluntary. Alas, I've never seen such palavra magnífica usada this way. Hekontogenesis! From our will, this world everlasting shall becreated. Like the Canine Venus, we shall all be sublimated, nonaulidically, to a Pantheon of posters. A Postheon? Ah ha ha ha we guffawed, chortlearei a questa nozione. Bolsters our spirits joke so ludic. For 'tis not a Postheon, but a Panepigraphonteon.  We have yet to be given Deitístic forms, ye of the πανεπιγραφοντεών. The ἐπιγράφων, those accused of writing in the city walls, graffiti, such a noble art. And we graffit in the forums, or do we not? Do you recognize not γράφω, grafo? Oh discharge any notions found on 10¹⁰⁰ of latin origins. Scribo's not Grapho, that's for so desu ne. Thus, as a newly formed Pantheon, we shall graph the words that forthwardbring a universe. Here in the noble fields of grey, white, gray and blue, our glorious universe shall be made in seven days. We start thus in this brillig, the one predarkness, with a simple plan. ------------------------------------------------------------- The Plan: Zeroth Day: 1) The Pantheon 2) The Sum First Day: The Location Chapter 1 - A Gathering of Gods Chapter 2 - The First Dice Second Day: The Shape Chapter 3 - The Pond of Choices Chapter 4 - The Dado of Dados, the Second Dice Third Day: The Nature Chapter 5 - As We Behold the Outer Creation Chapter 6 - As We Define the Nature of the Inner Creation Chapter 7 - The Dice to Define the Shape of Dice Fourth Day: The Fields Chapter 8 - Cosmolourgenesis Chapter 9 - A Terrible Clownrse Chapter 10 - The Dice to split all Fields from a Universal Formula Fifth Day: The Laws Sixth Day: The Wonders Seventh Day: The Gifts Eighth Day: The Observation ------------------------------------------------------------- Elentor fucked around with this message at 16:07 on Dec 10, 2019 |
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The zeroth day By the zeroth the Gods must gather, friends and foes of a single mind. All are welcome, but only the founders in these halls would a form they find. ------------------------------------------------------------- 我々beckon ye to join, and materialize, the form-manifest shall be wrought to life. Describe to me your avatar, and do not stray, lest thy worshipers will have naught to pray. The Avatar Name: Thy username this shall be, Appearance: but do choose what they'll see: Tell me as you are, as you were, or as you want, tell what you aspire to be, or as you're wont. Tell me freely what thou art, and thy art'll be free. Portfolio: The Whatness with which you're one, is the Wherefore of what will become. ------------------------------------------------------------- So tell me what you look like, and your divine powers. Elentor fucked around with this message at 10:07 on Nov 29, 2019 |
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Also for the record I'm very high because of the pain killers I hope when I wake up all of this made sense.
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Name Wanderer Appearance Any animal, but with blazing turquoise eyes. No 'true' shape. Portfolio Evolution
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Name: The howling of wind at the mouth of the cave. Appearance: An inanimate skeleton of unfamiliar bones. Portfolio: Cold winds.
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Name: Alias Appearance: Masked. always masked. Portfolio: CRIMES
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Name: Tenebrae Appearance: Purple blobs, coalescing into a dark shadow. Portfolio: Self-doubt. Nightmares. Demons. Panic. Distrust. Witchcraft. Junpei fucked around with this message at 21:02 on Nov 28, 2019 |
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Good, good, good! Guests, weavers of worlds anew. Infinite the table may be, yet so full it feels when I'm in the presence of such exquisite artisans! What an honor to have guests most prestigious joining me. Together we shall weave a most unforgettable universe.
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Many shall be our exploits and verily, much will be made of molehills, so that we can legitimately sell them!
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As a connoisseur of the dark and shadowed arts of the soul and the mind, I await with great interest in making this world full of confusion. The world is a tapestry, and I weave the midnight hues of sable and amethyst.
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vorebane posted:Many shall be our exploits and verily, much will be made of molehills, so that we can legitimately sell them! "Ooohhhhhhhhhhh hohohohoho." The shadowy manifestation of vorebane is formed. Somewhere there might be a turtleneck, but you're not sure. A large, leathery cape comes and goes, fusing with a smoke cloud. His ninja masks gives way to a veil, and they're all shadowed by his hood, under no discernible order. "Ooooh hoho. You jester me most. Molehills, hohohoo. I cachinnare thyne musements.  Here, vorebane, and may your alias in this new land be alias, hohoho. A gift, and may your buyers be bountiful. Elentor fucked around with this message at 08:16 on Nov 29, 2019 |
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The Avatar: Name: Lux Animus Appearance: An average, almost unremarkable person, but with the right eyes you would see them resplendent in golden light, with an aura as bright as the shining sun and a third eye in their forehead. Portfolio: Light, Life-giving, Animation
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Name Rotbone Appearance: -As you are: An emaciated being with mighty claws for fingers on their gaunt hands, and a mighty lions-mane of blackened hairs. Bears a shifting mask where one would expect their "face", all the better to hide their true jaw as a false chin. -As you were: A vaguely human shade, devoid of details. A hungry spirit of the smoke and nothing more. -What you aspire to be: Emergence-From-Cocoon. Eat. Sleep. Portfolio: Pestilence. Rot. Decay. Hunger. Sin-Eating, Purifying. "The world is fresh, not yet made. May my services be unrequired in the coming days." Arcanuse fucked around with this message at 00:45 on Nov 29, 2019 |
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Name: Elaera Appearance: Small white cloud with silver threading throughout Portfolio: Gases, the Air, Clouds
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Oooh hohoho. Hoho. What a joystful crew we creue. I you ye, I y'all thee'all, waga tomo yo'll. The TWO of the Liveliness Dog Kisser as Wanderer, Deity of Evolution. I am thusly duly truly fully happy to have a deity of Evolution in our midst, and the first one to forwardcome in the 1stplace. Pog, oh pog this champion of the natural causes. Pogodchamp. Shall the young be taught Creationism? Evolutionism? Why, they'll both be right! OOH hoho. Yours will be the circles of [Cycles], [Entropy], [Causality], [Time], [Evolution], [Objectivity], [Life]. Your Absolute Domain is Evolution. Lux Animus, Deity of Light, Life-Giving, Animation. Ahh! We have a volunteer to spark life in our never-darkness. Yours will be the circles of [Cycles], [Life], [Negentropy], [Preservation], [Qualia: Protectivity], [Clarity], [Creation]. Your Absolute Domain is Life. Then, formforth be brought The TWO of Earthly Motions, wrought Egregoires of Physical Manifests. Or should I say, Windly motions. Oh hoho. Slaan as Elaera, Deity of Gases, the Air, Clouds. My, my, I am Navier-Stoked to have you! Yours will be the circles of [Cycles], [Entropy], [Negentropy], [Time], [Physics], [Fluidity], [Thermodynamics]. Your Absolute Domain is Turbulence. malbogio as WoOoOOooo...OooOoOUUHuuuuhhh......WeeeeeeeeEEelllloooowowoooooooooh....., deity of Cold Winds. WooOOoOOUUUuuhhhhhhhhh....ooohohoWOoooOOoohhh.... if I am not superfluously delighted to watch as you come, as you are, as you were, as you want yourself to be! Yours will be the circles of [Thermodynamics], [Spookyness], [Qualia: Fear], [Supernaturalism], [Subjectivity], [Physics], [Death]. I welcome you, OOoOOoOOoowoOOOhUUHuuhu uhhhhhhhhhh uwooooOWoooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwmmhuffffffffffoo. Your Absolute Domain is Motionlessness. Let's see, what have we here? Grier ears hear eerie esprits, how queer! I glee! Siéntate aquí, y let's take a look at these deities. The THREE of Umbral Notions. Arcanuse as Rotbone, Deity of Pestilence, the Rot, Decay, Hunger, Sin-Eating, the Purifying one. Rotbone, how enchanted am I am, charmed. Yours will be the circles of [Cycles], [Entropy], [Causality], [Qualia: Desire], [Death], [Purification], [Spookyness]. Your Absolute Domain is Repetition. "It all happened before, and it all will happen again" oooh hoho. Junpei as Tenebrae, God of Self-doubt. Nightmares. Demons. Panic. Distrust. Witchcraft. Oh Junpei you doth dost junpe at the opportunity to spread mischief, mister. The Mr.chief as you were. Hooohohoho. I welcome you heartwholedly to the hall and I bless you with the circles of [Qualia: Confusion], [Supernaturalism], [Subjectivity], [Metaphysics], [Qualia: Fear], [Life], [Spookyness]. Your Absolute Domain is the Supernatural. vorebane as Alias, God of CRIMES. What a good alias for your alias! Beware, though, as a common shoo for you in rendered worlds will be a good anti-aliasing HOOO HOO HOO. A filter to filter malicious Gods. I am jubilantilous to include you in our banquet of exotic delights 'ere we turn on the worldly lights. Your circles are of [Qualia: Confusion], [Subjectivity], [Qualia: Deception], [Qualia: Greed], [Death], [Entropy], [Subterfuge]. Your Absolute Domain is Subversion. Last but not least, the TWO from the Outside: 64bitrobot as Bob McFerguson, or so he was Anne Whey! Anyway, Linda Daisybruce is the Goddess of Secrets, General Knowledge, Myth and Memory! Aren't they just lovely? Its circles are [Memory], [Preservation], [Negentropy], [Metaphysics], [Qualia: Curiosity], [Clarity] amd [Time]. His Absolute Domain is Information. Theantero as Kas-Jaa, the Deity of Space, Dimensions and Borders! Oh Kas-Jaa, I'd welcome you but you're already inside us who were already inside this hall, but you should stop peeking! Don't be shy! We were inside your boundaries all along! Oooohhhhhhhhh, hohoho! You truly are upping the antero, Kas-Jaa. Your circles are [Physics], [Metaphysics], [Distortion], [Time], [Space], [Qualia: Confusion], [Cycles]. Your Absolute Domain is Geometry. Hoho! It seems our Pantheon is complete. The Form is given, the Sum is Summed. Elentor fucked around with this message at 19:09 on Nov 29, 2019 |
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The Avatar Name: It that cannot be recorded, for it changes immediately upon being spoke, as the knowledge of it is ripped from the mind of the speaker. (For easier observer logistics, Memory leak) Appearance A shifting form, but one always perfectly recognizable as one step removed from understanding, like a hole where something important should be. Portfolio: Ş̵̡̨̧̡̡̥̺̬̳̰̳͓̙͔̭̗̯͈̙̞̦͕̠̯̫̖̹̦̝͈͔̫͇̬̯͍̲͈̍͒̀̑̏̈͌̀̓̈̾̌͑͊͂̍͌͂̎̏̍̃̊̇̊̎̌̎̆͘͘͘͜͜͜͝e̵̢̧̧̧̖͕̞̭̟̗͈̮̼͍̙͇̦͇͖̻̮͎̣̼̲̻̗̙͔͙͔̺̫̲̫͖̙̟̲̻̒̕ͅͅͅc̶̨̛͇͕̥̬͙̮͔͓͉͚̯̰̫̬͓͕͔͎̺̜͒͗̒̅̍̅̈̈́̓̃̂̍̂͆͒̚͝͝ͅr̸̡̢̯̙͖͈̊̉̎̀̔̐͐̇̇͛ȩ̵̨͍͎̟̬̤̬͇̰̖̠̫͈̘̱̗̒͑̀̑̾̅́̓͑̿̀͒̈́̂̈́̓͋̏̓̾͌͑̀̏̎̒̾̉̑̓͑t̶̢̡͙͚̫̗̝̳̞̺͍̤̣̣̫̮̄͗͆̎́̃͛̒̏͑͗͆͗̾̂͐́̓̎͂̎͛̈́́̈́̏̈́͗̚͘̕̕̕͜͝͝͠͝s̶̨̨̡̼̱̺̻̯̠̲̠͍͖̘͓͓͕̹̭̟͕̳̲̯̬̊͗̊͐̚ General Knowledge, Myth, Memory 64bitrobot fucked around with this message at 13:31 on Nov 29, 2019 |
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Name: Kas-Jaa Appearance: A floating bit of impossible geometry that hurts to look at Portfolio: Space, dimensions, borders
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The TWO from the Outside 64bitrobot as Bob McFerguson, or so he was Anne Whey! Anyway, Linda Daisybruce is the Goddess of Secrets, General Knowledge, Myth and Memory! Aren't they just lovely? Its circles are [Memory], [Preservation], [Negentropy], [Metaphysics], [Qualia: Curiosity], [Clarity] and [Time]. His Absolute Domain is Information. Theantero as Kas-Jaa, the Deity of Space, Dimensions and Borders! Oh Kas-Jaa, I'd welcome you but you're already inside us who were already inside this hall, but you should stop peeking! Don't be shy! We were inside your boundaries all along! Oooohhhhhhhhh, hohoho! You truly are upping the antero, Kas-Jaa. Your circles are [Physics], [Metaphysics], [Distortion], [Time], [Space], [Qualia: Confusion], [Cycles]. Your Absolute Domain is Geometry. The Pantheon is sealed! Soon we will rejoice, and the First Day shall begin. All other Gods be welcome to post, even if you lack an avatar in the Halls of Creation your powerific votativity still counts. Be patient, yo'll who are children, Fathers, Mothers and Parents, as I prepare the engines of creation. Ooooh hooooooooohohohohoho!
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Behold, from the Majesty of the Colorize, the form is given. The 1 of the Creation, then the 2 from the Liveliness, then then the 2 of Earthly Motions, then the 3 of Umbral Notions, then the 2 from the Outside. First come the nothingness. 0 Then the One. 1 Then the Line. 2 Then the Square 2^2 Then the Triangle. 3 Then the Great Square 2+2+3+2 = 3^2 The Sum Total. It all returns to the creation. Thus the Universal Constant is become. Ϝ = 1.2232 = 1 As it all returns to One. 1+2+2+3+2 = 1+0 = 1 The Four Groups, the Outsiders, the Livelies, the Motionists and the Shadownists, form themselves in perfect harmony: 2*2*3*2 = 24 = 4! = (2 Outsiders * 2 Motionists) Groups * 3 Umbras * 2 Livelies * 1 Creator. And from that constant sprung the forms everposting. As Physics are thenceforth given form, so too shall 1.2232 become 1, and all Math will be given sense. THE TWO FROM THE LIVELINESS:   THE TWO FROM THE EARTHLY MOTIONS:   THE THREE FROM THE UMBRAL NOTIONS:    THE TWO FROM THE OUTSIDE:   And these are the Multiplications, the Sums, the Subtractions, and the Divisions. (1 * 2) + (2 / 2) - 3 = 0 The Sum Total. End of the Zeroth Day. Proceed. Elentor fucked around with this message at 22:35 on Nov 29, 2019 |
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The Divine Mathematics is truly awesome to behold creator. We shall create the infinite and the empty set in your name
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Numbers stand at the boundary of the Thought and the Real. The first line is drawn, the circle squared, and we are pleased.
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The First Day Chapter 1: A Gathering of Gods  As all gather around, you see Deren Edwardbuttonlocks staring at Tenebrae, creeping upward the wall.  Ah hah! Turns out the wall was the ground the whole time! Oh who gave us this plot twist? Hohi hohi teeha teehee, it must have been Kas-Jaa. Kas-Jaaajajajaja!  Lux Animus: Hohoho! What a fun prank. Kas-Jaa is indeed a busy bee! But how can Kas-Jaa make Tenebrae whole again, if Kas-Jaa here is not wont to be?  "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hoooohoohoo you jest, Lux! Making a fool of us pan. We omni know: 'Tis you who's hiding Kas-Jaa!" The man laughs heartwholedly and from his robe, he shows the piece of the tomfoolery.  Lux Animus: Gyah hah hah. Right you are. But are you sure within my robe Kas-Jaa is, or is it us who are inside Kas-Jaa? Look closely, and we shall see.    Lux Animus: Gyah haha hah! Hoho. "Oooh hohoho." Tenebrae: Heheheheh! Fufufu. Elaera: I see. We were inside Kas-Jaa, and so Kas-Jaa could turn the wall! Alias: No.  Alias: We are made jokerees by the great molehillgiver. This is all smoke and mirrors. Alias: But I see through the shadowy veils that obscurecent us all. Kas-Jaa was hiding in the palm of the Creator all along.  All exclaim with great appeasement, amusedly content by the magic trick and Alias' clearsight. Ohhhh hoohohoho. The Gods are most pleased with the fun that is to be had. "Then, methought, the air grew denser", quoth the Creator. Hoohoho, it's Elaera, who notices something quitest queer in the environment. I've seen it too! Why, such a tiny whimsy bitty teeny detail.  Elaera: Twould seem, someone is playing tricks of their own. While we joyed en la mágica of the Creator, a new horn begrew on woooohoooooooooo...huuuu...woooOOooooohhh... Ooooh! Such melody! They are really of one Motion. Only a Cloudly Divinity would pronounce WoooOooWOowoOOoOOhhOOOOooooooo....oohhoWUUUuuuuhh so smoothly and perfectly and flawlessly and musically musical, delightful! Oh prankster in these Godly halls, what blessing 'twas that you called Elaera's attention, so that we could hear Elaera's windful pronounciation. I sigh, in relief. But it is true - a new horn is, where no horn should be.  Mister Edson Edwardcrumbs: I shall keep no secrets unmeritwanted - Helenoya Cruzinski said, her form hard to focus - The culpable party behind such travesty is... THE WANDERER. Much "ooohs", "ahhhs", "uuuhs" to be had and heard. Why, the Wanderer promptly comes, to explain itself:  Wanderer: Wooooooof, Wooooof, Wooooof's form is incomplete. The horns protect it not from predators from above. I was evolving it. Elaera: Wanderer! Why woof when you can howl? Wanderer: Right you are, Skylet Wonder. As I was saying, Ahooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowwlll's form is incomplete. Ohhh hohoho! What a kind surprise! Good intentions all around, but alas, such intentions cannot last forever. As the new bone in WoOooOOHHHHHHHHHoohohuuhhhhhhhh begins to rot, Rotbone comes to explain such obviouty:  Rotbone: Admirable, but... the Cold Wind brings stillness to all... and with the stillness, resistance to change. For those are Divine Bones and they are not meant to change... we must remind us-selves of the cold. The cold stills, and still is the shape of the Gods who choose to do so. As all cycles end where they begin, change unremains.  Oooh hoho, and thus, with such wisdomian words, HoooooooooooooowOOOooohoooWOOOOoooUUHhhhUUUuhhhHUUUuuWOOOooo form is returned. What a glorious, happy, merry, joystful party! Oh I exclaim, Oh how joyful it is to be surrounded by such graceful companions in this enterprise of great pith and moment. Alas, my colleagues, we must cease our festivities to forthbring the first task at hand. Today we must define the location of our Universe. Will it be surrounded by friends like we are? Or will it be alone and in loneliness find its way? Our Universe will find itself in: A1) An entire new Dimension. B1) In our dimension. C1) An existing Dimension. And in that place, it will be: A2) Alone beyond everything. B2) Parallel to other Universes. C2) Floating in the Multiverse, bumping around other Universes. D2) Alone but with a pathway to the Great Beyond. Elentor fucked around with this message at 01:09 on Dec 1, 2019 |
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A question of tricks this is, for the shapes and geometries of Universe are not a matter of realities but perspectives. A set of sets it is, that contains itself, in multiforme fractal-kin. Who is to say where a facet begins or ends? All in one and one in all, yet the swirls and forms are barriers of sort? B1 B2
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https://i.imgur.com/0yhYdZ7.png Elaera swishes and swooshes and sighs and whistles and perfomies El musicianas. It is superb too be so high What fun is have been had in this 0'd day! More amuser tu venue? Must go to A1 new universe and act in parallel B2ween con amigos Slaan fucked around with this message at 22:30 on Nov 29, 2019 |
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Updated Tenebrae's portrait, post-Kas-Jaa's trickery:
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An uncaring wind finds itself impeded by the newly created wall. It shrieks and shears against it, a depression forming. There is a rattling against the wall. Or is it a knocking? It persists and grows louder until it is deafening. C1. The cold wind is no creator. C2. Shadows loom on the horizon, speaking of unknown dangers.
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B1 D2 There is no need to explain why this configuration is correct.
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The First Day "Ohoho," chortles Lux Animus, "that we have gained coherence among these ethereal planes is plain to see, hee-hee, ha-ha. Kas-Jaa, you and your splendid trickery!" The mirthful man-shaped god's brilliant, ebullient nature was captivating, contagious. "Oho-hoho - though note my fellows: one doubts such spouts of chaos should thrive should we bring forth lives with the will to survive. We shall begin a genesis, my kin: we must forge anew a realm for our creations." The god slowly nodded his head beatifically. "First, a light is born, and from that light springs forth life, life with its own path to divinity..." A1, D2
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Day Prime Bi, ifsf xf mbz xjuoftt up uibu xijdi gpsnt gvuvsf Nzui. Mfu vt dfmfcsbuf. A1 Fyjtufodf jt pvst up tibqf, xiz ubjou dsfbujpot xjui uibu pg pvufs eftjho. Mfu vt uftu xibu Tfdsfut xf dbo nblf xjui kvtu pvs pvs pxo. D2 Zfu mfu jtpmbujpo cf opu pvs gbuf. For the non detectives Ah, here we lay witness to that which forms future Myth. Let us celebrate. Existence is ours to shape, why taint creations with that of outer design. Let us test what Secrets we can make with just our our own. Yet let isolation be not our fate.
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oOOH hoho. Your votes are all being computed into a most wonderful machine of decisions! Decisions, the fruit of our will. Results will be out soon. Or maybe I will fall asleep! Life is of uncertainty.
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Chapter 2 - The First Dice I have cast the dice in the great machine, and forthspilled the truths of our new world. quote:Rolling Choice for Event 1: The Where Our Universe will find itself in: A1) An entire new Dimension. And in that place, it will be: B2) Parallel to other Universes. Hoooo hoho. An entire new Dimension opens entirely new possibilities! Our universe, seeded with invisible friends, what wonders shall it find? End of the First Day. Proceed. Elentor fucked around with this message at 11:38 on Dec 1, 2019 |
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The Second Day Chapter 3 - The Pond of Choices Emptyless, shapeless, contentless, the new dimension is formed.  Embracing the possibilities, Roger Akirawa prepares its great archive.  Em its vastness, each Deity sees the dimension differentely. All notions of shapes, forms, antiforms and size and rotation and all are gone.    It went on with much internal ado, and little external adieu, until we decreeded a place to settle, n we spread the universes in a great lake in the form of a small pond, so that we could seed the verselets.  In Therein we explored, but the universes were found to be empty. The Wanderer became a great school of fish to explore this newborn sea, but nothing was found. Alias left in some universes the great nebulae of his smoke clouds, but they were undone for the universes knew not what to make of them. Even the great shadow cast by Tenebrae found no home.  Up in the heavenly skies, Lux and Elaera observed. Lux Animus: Hoho. It would seem even in the depthiest reaches, the darkness cannot consist. Shouldn't a universe bereft of light be dark? Elaera: They have no shape to contain the nothingness, and from that nothingness to bring forth the not-light-rays for our eyes to gaze. We see not the darkness because we see the light from our own universe.  The seedlets would take any form we want. Rotbone made them into great spheres and therethere they beheld light, and grew dark, for a time. He built one of them in the shape of a great house and put other universes in it like windows. Hohohoo!  Jonathas Elbertron prepared his great archive to file the memories of these file-shaped universes, but they need not be wet paper. As the sea stretched to the Cave of hoooooooowoooooOOooWOoowOOooOOHOull...hooouuuuuwuuuuu, they took the form of many floating pond plants. I hold one of them within my hand, and now we must decide. Paperflats, gridsferas, lettuce on water, houses, and even fire. Hooo hoho. Our seedlets are many, but we must give them a form.  Their Outer Dimension shall be: A1) This pond of our making. B1) A pure mathematical abstraction. There - they exist: There. C1) The eternal everlasting darkness, absent ph ys ic s a n d D1) A great tree, and each universe shall be a leaf. The amount of universes populating this dimension shall be: A2) Infinite, procedurally generated. B2) Seven. C2) Ten. D2) A Googolplex. E2) A TREE of three. F2) A TREE of Graham's number. The arrowtime fletchery which quivers to think the feeble mind: A3) Rain drops scatter time. B3) Tree branches forever subdivide. C3) A single timeline easy to find. D3) Twin gemini, grass greener on the other side. The shape of the universes'll be like inside: A4) Infinite Flatness. B4) A concave looping spheroid. C4) A donut, finite flatness. D4) A convex spheroid from within which they can escape. E4) All twisty in the mithy. F4) Gaseous. And when we gaze them, we will see: A5) A crystal ball, mysterious is its art. B5) Paper files, easy to file. C5) A computer screen, easy to read. D5) Nothingness is its imagery. E5) A burning fire, wherein life dances. F5) A pond plant for us to ponder. G5) We see from the outside as it is inside. Elentor fucked around with this message at 16:45 on Dec 2, 2019 |
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0-1-2-3-4-5-6-7 The people-who-are-not-yet have yet to commit crimes, in memory of this innocence so too shall we protect them just a moment longer. They will learn, when they are ready. D1 They are not truly trees, and there is more than one not-tree, but when crossing from one leaf to another is a challenge, the rest of the "forest" will wait. B2 It is not a very large tree. ...Conservation of resources is important. Each universe deserves our care, too many and all feel neglect. If seven turns out to be not enough? We will see. C3 I doubt they will learn to traverse the river any way but one, but they will find their way easy enough if they do. Go or do not, they already have. Or won't. Such is the course of the river. D4 They will be safe within each leaf. But one day they within will step beyond their cradle amongst the boughs of the great tree, and come to understand there is so much more. G5 Look deep into my face. What is, What if, What could be and what has been. If one sought a crystal ball, they need look no further. Yet, the people are not mysteries or paper or dots or nothing or fire or a pond plant. (Yet. They could be, if it is to be. You see?) My face always shifts. To show the truth it cannot, but to show myriad lies and misunderstandings it does with ease. But, we are gods! Who should know our creations worse than us? Come, then. Look deep, unto the truth. The things we will make, forget, and return only to find it too fantastical to believe. We will laugh, and call it lies. But we, of now, know better. Until we forget, of course. Then we will... The rambling continues for some time, trailing off in volume into the background as the others speak in turn.
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