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Icelandic Water Dragon: *reading a short writing of mine, recovered from an old device*
1. Untrapped
After a massive explosion, Blue woke up beside Coyhead lake. It was slightly raining, but he felt much better then before. He knew that he would find Red soon, but he would never go into the dessert ever again.
The slight precipitation turned into a minimum sprinkle, then there was no rain. No boss. No coy bots. No cell. No over-enlarged green Coywolf.
At night, there was a 2-hour rainfall that made Blue slowly fall asleep.
2. Birds and Boats
In the morning, Blue got awoken by a clicking noise. When he opened an eye, he saw a small sphere was bouncing in front of him. Then, at an unexpected moment, THUMP! A tree near Blue shook and bent.
Behind it, there was a cyan and violet coy. Slowly, it approached Blue. But before the coy could get near him, Blue shouted "Who are you?"
The coy stepped back a little. Then he responded "I am Birds, a leadear of Rain pack. I found you using my rain field" Behind Birds was a dark green and blue coy, half covered in a coy bot suit. "My brother, he will come out in a sec"
Icelandic Waters: “You know, it wouldn't be too hard to reformat this into a Rain World fanfic. There are already plenty of brotherships in the fandom; there's no reason not to contribute.”
Icelandic Water Dragon: “Whatever we do with these, I'm still disappointed that the original writings were desecrated . . . by me, no less.”
*vaguely remembers encountering this song in a Rhythm Doctor level*
*retrieves the level from rhythm.cafe, reformats and unzips it, runs the OGG file through Audacity, adds metadata, and saves it to the RW-570 audio library*
“Check it out, I'm in the house . . . like-carpet.”
Wait, is today a Friday the 13th? I’m not superstitious - in fact, I don’t know what the big deal about them is - but I seem to be the first person to notice…
Icelandic Waters: “stonks 
”
For the record, my music isn't even that loud. According to the volume monitor, most of my music is almost constantly over the 80db “loud” threshold, and the quieter tracks intermittently skip the threshold. I suggest that the headphone audio threshold be increased to 90db, because audio played through direct injection is meant to be loud and audible…
I HAVE DONE IT. And in all honesty . . . it wasn’t too hard. Achieving ascension, on the other hand . . . I’ll save that for next year.
I finished drawing a cluster of Project Nostophobia-style drawings styled around my self-coined philosophies. For context, I've included the original Project Nostophobia drawings. Feel free to excessively analyze these; there are plenty of meta references included.
Icelandic Waters: “If I deplete my laptop’s battery while using my Windows boot volume, will it carry over if I boot into macOS?“
Icelandic Water Dragon: “. . .”
I didn’t open my workspace intending to leave with 1.78 memes instead of just one . . . but I got sidetracked and here we are.
We aren’t very far from 2025, which is halfway through the decade. While we have made admirable progress in many technological fields, many of the expectations we had over 14 years ago have yet to be met. Everybody else is making demands for jetpacks and flying cars, but I must ask . . . WHERE IS MY WORD PROCESSOR WITH BUILT-IN WEBSITE HOSTING FUNCTIONALITY?!
FACT: According to information read from the SSD amputated from the Mac mini, older versions of macOS had an application known as iWeb, which may have served this functionality. I don’t know when it happened, but it was probably removed because website hosting isn’t a feature valued by the average user.
The duality of the Icelandic Waters when assembling a timeline:
Icelandic Waters #1: “Wait, if we're going to include mainland timestamps in the chronology, we're going to have to factor in some Misewa Math. Take note of how Jane goes to Neverland for at least a day, yet it's only the middle of the night when she returns. The Earth : Misewa time shift ratio is precisely 1 : 168, so- wait, I think the Wikipedia article on the book had something to say about it…”
Icelandic Waters #2: “1000 years after the events of Legend of the Neverbeast, Gruff wakes from hibernation to discover that the fairies are long dead, the pixie dust tree has stopped flowing, and the entirety of Neverland has been consumed with eternal winter. A small but tenacious creature, emerging from a different kind of hibernation, joins forces with Gruff to achieve their mission of global ascension . . .”
tears became blood, tongues became fangs
someone is to blame for what he became
with all that mocking and merciless games
it isn't a challenge to center the frame
in his thankless family that
harbored a hostile habitat
relentless ridicule dwarfed the bats
wearing him down, and that was that
restless sleep, only and one
crescendoing with a sudden plunge
finally ready to flee and run
but the damage had long been done
a fully innocent, special soul
falling down that dreadful hole
having become far from whole
a lucent granule rendered nullI enjoy writing poetry about things that bring me deep emotion. I also have a lengthy poem from 21.8.31.E written partially in free verse and partially in 8ABAB, as well as a two-versed poem written in 4AABAAB.
And the award of the cutest sleeping slugcat goes to . . . The Guide!
