It was actually a torrent on dial up. It stopped at 99% and won’t ever change
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My Shameful Fics and the Wiki to go with them. Oh, and some fossil I found.
[16:43] <Twelveseal> Phallus in wonderland sounds like some bad loli-rape KC fanfic
[16:43] <@Sei> THAT'S what i wanna see
Out of curiosity, what happens to people between 25 and 30?
Stuck at 99% between sympathetic horror and blank disbelief?
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You know that tingling of unfiltered fear you get when you wake up from a nightmare you can’t remwmber? It’s like that. Some part of their consciousness that was a little to young to form concrete memories but was old enough to develop fears is screaming in incoherent horror, but they aren’t sure why
i'm 25 and had dialup don't discriminate against me, old man
Same, I had dial-up for about 10 years too.
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The worst part was getting disconnected in the middle of something because someone picked up the phone.
He never sleeps. He never dies.
Battle doesn't need a purpose; the battle is its own purpose. You don't ask why a plague spreads or a field burns. Don't ask why I fight.
Nothing did it for me but Zerg rushing people in Starcraft.
He never sleeps. He never dies.
Battle doesn't need a purpose; the battle is its own purpose. You don't ask why a plague spreads or a field burns. Don't ask why I fight.
Innovation.
Tradition.
Spirituality.
It is the year of Our Lord, 1867, and these are the tenets that govern the land. The War Between the States has sundered the veil itself, and for our crimes of fratricide, the Lord above has seen fit to punish his flock for their like of piety.
The means of war have been taken from us, powder and steel shatter in our grasp, swords have bent into plowshares as we are left to face the world with only what God himself has given unto us.
A temple, one man said once. A masterwork shaped in the image of the divine, and so, this man said, if we have shunned the Lord through our grasping, our greed and pride for thinking our works better than he, shaming and sundering his grand creations, why should we not repent by honoring this own body?
Drill, harshness, pressure and heat so as to form one's body, hapless coal in the hands of fumbling children, into fine diamond, to rise above and seek what lay within ourselves.
But even then, even now, the drums of war beat within the hearts of man, the proud sons of the South grasp their traditions firmly in hand, attaining power through their ties to the past, legends, heroes, to approach the divine through the refinement of their spirit.
In this manner, they have forged themselves a new-found justice.
Endless machinery, artifice without equal, the greatest work of God was Man, so as to approach God, why should we not forge onward as He did? The divine did not cease its work with a single day, so nor should we, say the Men of the North, marching on to the future, pneumatic limbs and roaring engine, the soul-furnace to push the greatest locomotive conceived.
But even then, these warring brothers cast their eye to the west, to the native sons of the land, eschewing their strange, foreign god for their own, so many changes wrought upon them, they cried, so many injustices, too many tears shed upon the plains their fathers trod. No more, they cried, No longer, cried the Raven, Never Again.
Sky-father and Earth-Mother remain at their side, as always, the land an ally that was forgotten, but remembered the People of the land.
The spirits and forces of the land itself have sided with the people, souls and forces long forgotten exerting themselves.
War and strife, contested by all, as all men strive forward, and so, it should come to pass that impurity remains upon the land, chaos, as the force of men shifts and alters the land itself, beasts of legend, foulness, false seemings, angry spirits, the enemies of man ride upon the world.
Your only weapon is your self.
March forward, now.
Go and claim the destiny forged by Fifty Broken Fists.
So the people of the United States decided to wage war against God instead of going through reconstruction after God put an end to the Civil War before it could be resolved and assumed direct control over society? If I understand correctly the North used industrialization and machinery to try and defy the divine while the South looked not out to technology but in to oneself as the answer to challenge the Lord with the Natives resorting to their own gods to defy God? Did I miss anything and is there anything else we should know about this RP?