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You were an Atheist. You were a false Follower of Vulcalios, Divinity of Sky and Fire. You were born under The Lashed Star. You were immune to the touch of the divine.
You began the game with a coin, which could be used to buy bread during the day or for other effects.
You won when you were voted out of the game.
You began the game with a coin, which could be used to buy bread during the day or for other effects.
You won when you were voted out of the game.
Fish swim in the air. Birds dig tunnels in the ground. I awaken as an ocelot. It's all falling apart. The dove kills the pigeon. There's roads but nowhere to go on them. It's done, it's over. See you at the next exit.
Whoever wins a crown himself or by his property, by honor, or by valor, the crown is bestowed on him at his burial.
My last act has the meaning of protesting against the evil that we adults are preparing for the innocent new generations to come. We live our lives eating their flesh. An evil abyss in its horror. My sorrow for this crime kills me.
I am monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute;
From the center all round to the sea,
I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
My right there is none to dispute;
From the center all round to the sea,
I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
I started and stopped playing this game in the years since you posted this thread. It's not a very good game. Too competitive and too much time investment required. Don't recommend unless you've got a life to waste.
I will be done with my displays.
There is protection from nearly everything...
But there is no protection from mankind.
How grim it always is, one’s detonation, how time speeds up to win its prolongation.
Upon life’s outcry time does increase speed, prolongs the very second when you burst.
How terror blasts inward, how horror blasts outward.
How grim it always is, one’s detonation.
There is protection from nearly everything...
But there is no protection from mankind.
How grim it always is, one’s detonation, how time speeds up to win its prolongation.
Upon life’s outcry time does increase speed, prolongs the very second when you burst.
How terror blasts inward, how horror blasts outward.
How grim it always is, one’s detonation.