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A “mental waypoint” for the dream I had last night:
Pigs, meat cat, hidden wall panels, and much more! Also, mefamphett and the sentinels. And the physical manifestation of the Atlas- I mean, Cronus from TLOZ.
Don’t mind me, just taking inventory of the runic languages I’ve learned . . .
Illageralt // Forgotten Glyphs // Gerudo // Sheikah // Emerelian §
Void Script * // Syllibary Hegemonic * // Foundational Hegemonic *
Trace Glyphs // Inidrian § // IA:CC Writing † // SMS Spirals
NMS Compact Script // Atlas Portal Glyphs * // Gray Wavetapper Box §
Total languages in storage: 15
* Language is not a 'runic' language; that is, it does not
directly substitute the individual letters of Latin script
† Language has not been completely decoded
§ Language is an original creationYou were rated 5/10.
These were the aspects that added up to your rating:
Rizz - 2/10. Hiding behind a book? Classic move. Let me guess, your pickup line is 'Wanna discuss exponential growth?' Spoiler alert: nobody wants to.
Clothes - 3/10. Rocking the 'just rolled out of bed after a week-long Netflix binge' look, I see. Those slippers scream 'I've given up,' and not in a chic, existential way.
Vibe - 6/10. You're giving off a 'trying to manifest success while drowning in student loan debt' aura. Relatable, but maybe crack a window open and let some fresh air in.
Background - 4/10. That fireplace is giving off more heat than your love life. And what's with the creepy Valentine's decor? Is it February or a horror movie?
Style - 2/10. Style? What style? You look like you got dressed in the dark using only items your grandma gifted you.
Humor - 4/10. The '#1 Boss' mug is ironic, right? Because with those jokes, you're more like the '#1 suspect' in a case of 'who stole the funny?'
Bonus Points - 1. That cat is adorable, though. Maybe it can teach you a thing or two about charisma.
Overall: You're a walking, talking embodiment of 'Netflix and chill, but like, by yourself, with a side of existential dread. Get it together.
What you can do to improve: Ditch the slippers, invest in a lint roller, and find a hobby that doesn't involve staring at a screen. And for the love of all that is holy, change that Valentine's decor!
A music video of Dreams Don't StopI'd like to see one of those jazz bands who perform classic video game music play a live performance of Dreams Don't Stop. Bonus points if they mix in the freeze beat cue sounds in the form of cymbals.
Dreams Don't Stop, along with One Slip Too Late, are the most inspirational songs I've ever heard. I've found countless analogical uses for the two of them.
Memo to Director of Facility Security
In preparation of an upcoming meeting, we request modifications to
the arrangement of monitoring. The details of these changes are as
follows:
Turn on cameras in the east wing briefing room at 3:00pm. At the end
of the meeting, have a copy of the security footage transferred onto
a separate medium and sent to the command center for archival purposes.
The meeting involves the handling of specimens. Delegate constant
monitoring to the transport corridors as the specimens are being
transported. The Director of the Specimen Division has been directed
to begin transport by 2:45pm.
Due to being a sensitive area that is also not very far away from the
meeting area, the specimen containment room will need extra monitoring.
Transfer personnel who would normally be supervising the laboratories
to supervise the specimen containment room.
Because this is an all-staff meeting, security personnel who are not
monitoring the specimens may, at their discretion, leave their
Hello? It seems that someone was using this one. It doesn't really
mater, though.
As a species, we have received the virtue of [OBSFUCATED] and her
people. We have a unique bond to them. There is a way to draw it out -
and your terrible creation is perfect in that respect.- Evidence From A Fading Voice, 2023.12.30.B
You think I quit?
They quit on me. When I finally put myself together, I came back expecting a big welcome. You know what they said? “You’re history. Move right onto the next rookie standing in line.“
I had a lot left in me. I knew I got a chance to show ‘em.
I keep that to remind me never to go back. I just never expected that that world would . . . would find me here.
These are good folk around here, who care about each other. I don’t want them depending on someone they can’t count on.
Icelandic Waters: “One slip too late, three strikes for me! I’ve always been the one you could count on, so who will take my place…“
Icelandic Water Dragon: “. . . Lucky.“
I tried to research the language. While I haven't found a lexicon (yet), I discovered a cool new way to encode hexadecimal text. I know what I'm going to do this afternoon!
I currently have my sights set on a new language. It uses Latin script, but it still interests me because it belongs to a (fictional) divine entity that I've been trying to blend with an existing Colubrine Sector thread.
I currently have my sights set on a new language. It uses Latin script, but it still interests me because it belongs to a (fictional) divine entity that I've been trying to blend with an existing Colubrine Sector thread.
Iteration Tethys, 5.17.B:
-{{ It's alive! Or I'm fairly confident it would be, if it
weren't for Polo's suppression fields. Its system readout
just keeps repeating the word 'glass'. }}-
Reconstructed Drone, 5.17.B:
-{{ - kzzkktzz - fix - kzzkktzz - of the - kzzkktzz - glass
glass glass glass glass glass }}-Pssst . . . I optimized your starship's wiring while you weren't looking.
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"So let me get this straight," [CHARACTER #1] said, with more fear than aggression. "Your plan is to disguise yourself as a glitzy dragon, turn yourself in to the very people we are trying to stop, hijack their technology, and work wonders?"
"Close enough," [CHARACTER #2] said.
- The Saga of [CHARACTER #2], 2024.1.3.C
I just got the idea to depict myself as a hydra. A dragon with one main head that it has full control over, and then a bunch of tiny heads that respond to its intrusive thoughts and whisper its internal monologues. Maybe I'll draw that sometime today.
This morning, I wrote this in my journal as a mental “waypoint”:
FRAMED SHRINE!
Sorty for the wasted effort.
Won the game, made my name
Fifteen minutes' worth of fame
Then it came, all the pain
Is it over? What a shame...
Too tough, too rough, on my rotator cuff
Low weight, rehab, I've had enough...
Take me back to my dreams
Before the sun set on me
When the crowd went wild!
Now they call my name
All my pride has turned to shame!
(They can't see me in this state...)
One slip, too late,
Three strikes, for me
I've always been the one you could count on
So who will take my place, now I'm gone...CONTEXT: I've been comparing the meter of One Slip Too Late to one of my recent writings, A Poem of Marzinory. They aren't that similar, but they relate around some parts.
While taking my bath, I visualized some sort of digital interface for analyzing the information that goes in and out of Colubrine Sector. Threads, scenarios, characters, story axioms, writings, qualia . . . it would take the processing power of an iterator to uncover all that data & the storage capacity of the pearls in one's chamber to store it.