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+++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++

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 for

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 bec

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 org