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.

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.

Guess they don't teach subtlety in hauptschule.

Like stone carving stone.
Or like dirt digging up dirt.
Like a star begets a star.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man—
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began:—
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

Isn't your hand tired from throwing the dice?

O God of earth and altar,
bow down and hear our cry,
our earthly rulers falter,
our people drift and die;
the walls of gold entomb us,
the swords of scorn divide,
take not thy thunder from us,
but take away our pride.

From all that terror teaches,
from lies of tongue and pen,
from all the easy speeches
that comfort cruel men,
from sale and profanation
of honour and the sword,
from sleep and from damnation,
deliver us, good Lord!

Tie in a living tether
the prince and priest and thrall,
bind all our lives together,
smite us and save us all;
in ire and exultation
aflame with faith, and free,
lift up a living nation,
a single sword to thee.