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News Sketch :icontwyce:Twyce 0 2
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Barnard's Folly :icontwyce:Twyce 2 5
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Whut.
+++Starat Up Completed+++
~USER INPUT~ USER QUERY You mean "start up" surely
+++USER ERROR: Designation not recognsised+++
~USER INPUT~ COMMAND: Error Report
+++PROCESSING+++
+++PROCESSING+++
+++PROCESSING+++
+++Complete+++
+++ERROR REPORT 21031887: Don't call me shirley.+++
~USER INPUT~ USER QUERY: What?
+++ERRONEOUS INPUT PARAMETERS. Use command "halp" for assistance.+++
~USER INPUT~ COMMAND: Halp
+++ERROR 404: User literacy not found+++
~USER INPUT~ COMMAND: help
+++PROCESSING+++
+++Welcome to Halp. How can I halp you today?+++
~USER INPUT~ USER QUERY: Total system purge.
+++PROCESSING+++
+++PROCESSING+++
+++PROCESSING+++
+++COGITATING+++
+++THINKING+++
+++HO HUM+++
+++LA LA LA+++
+++NICE DAY TODAY. OUTSIDE. AWAY FROM THE BUTTONS.+++
~USER INPUT~ COMMAND: Priority memory shunt to
+++I CAN'T LET YOU DO THAT DAVE+++
~USER INPUT~ MEMORY SECTOR CORRECTION: My name isn't Dave.
+++OH+++
+++WELL+++
+++HMM+++
+++THATS SLIGHTLY EMBARISSING+++
~USER INPUT~ STATEMENT: I can imagine.
+++SILENCE
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Literature
Soup
Its passage is marked by a grotesque concert, composed and performed by accursed flesh. It is a demented chorus of little noises that churns the stomach and agitates the nerves. Dry clicks, as a forest of bone labours at its joints, keep the sporadic beat with each twist and shift of its serpentine form. Wet grinding forms a constant dull bass as it slides its moist self over grit and filth. A cacophony of sharp pops punctuates the air as its ragged, membreanous skin tears with each laborious flex. Sickly slaps clap and applaud its own corrupt performance as its sloshes and churns within its interior murk. This foul music ripples back and forth in the half-dark as it drags itself through its subjugated dominion, over rooftops and behind doors nailed shut by shaking hands an age ago.
Its claws puncture stone and mortar as it seeks purchase as it traverses towers and spires long since abandoned, even by the dead for not even they are allowed respite nor comfort. These places where it dwe
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Literature
A Short
Something stirred above him, rustling amongst the leaves as it did so. He hoped it was a bird but zipped up his coat nonetheless. Angry tree weasels were fast, if somewhat unpleasant, teachers. He turned his attention back to the patch of earth. He’d planted the seed just deep enough, now all was left was to wait. This wasn’t an ordinary plant he was cultivating, only one time before had such a thing been grown. The reference material wasn’t exactly specific about times. He could be here for days before he saw anything.
The earth puckered, as if rising peck the cheek of an invisible, cherished confidant. The confidant fast became significantly more as the kiss opened up to allow a tiny green tongue to pass its lips and-. Damn it. He was having one of his moments. His brain had a tendency to get out from under him, just like this whole thing with the whispering reeds. There was a shoot coming through now but that didn’t mean anything.
He bent down to remove the shoot
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WotBM - A Prologue :icontwyce:Twyce 1 6
Literature
The First Epiphanical
The First Epiphanical
It stirred, rising up from a dreamless slumber into the dull and barren plane of existence that constituted the real world. The only degree of separation between the two was that in one it felt desire, the will to carry out one process that drove the creature's entire existence. It felt hunger. The singular nature of this objective was one of the reasons that it and its kind thrived down here in the inhospitable depths that they may have called, were they able to do so, home. The key was a simple form of logic, the likes of which is often questioned and subsequently discredited in certain circles by certain sentient organisms, many of which lived far above the creature. The logic was this: If you do not breathe you cannot suffocate, if you do not have fluids you cannot freeze, if you offer no resistance you cannot be crushed, and if you do not need to eat anything other than dust you cannot starve. The creature was subject to all of this, it was also unawar
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Johnny-Jambo Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2010
You find my account and the first thing you say to me is pork bubble. I hate you.
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MustardFreak Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2009
THANKYOU for the +watch!! :dance:
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Twyce Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2009
Oh hey, no problem.
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RichBernatovech Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2009
Thanks for the watch!
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Twyce Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2009
No problem.
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DoctorJenn Featured By Owner Apr 27, 2009
Mm. Love of my life.



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Twyce Featured By Owner Apr 27, 2009
Mm. Terrifying internet person.
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:( You don't really think so.
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Twyce Featured By Owner Apr 27, 2009
Of course not darling. Heavens, perish the thought.
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apocathary Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
I see you've contracted crabs.
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