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Hi, I'm here to remind you not to speak in all caps. Also.
Xeosia Later crashes a colonization ship onto the planet in a standard landing.
Hey guess what. If you fork over 70 trillion, I'll give you the planet.
fine
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I’ve just had one of the best dreams I’ve ever had in terms of story and lore.
10/10 would dream again.
Pleasure doing business with ya.
The gas mask people IN SPACE fricc off with 70 trillion dollars onto the next bargain deal planet with their METAL BAWKS SHIPS!
by bawk is pigeonstan?
Just a way of saying BOX, you know BAWKS sounds like BOX.
I was in this thing that had a lot of fun things to do, but guess what: in the dream, a lot of things I thought where true where also a dream, and I got slightly confused.
In the end I went into this colored room where I saw a bunch of failed gadgets like consoles apparently, but they were unimaginably gimmicky. All while a slightly uncomfortable piano was playing in the background...
A fun dream.
nice.
Your sleep paralysis demon: "This next song is called Beethoven's 666th symphony."
Upvote the Wonder Wednesdays episode of sports.
That's nice to my opinion, uh oh, I'm signaling a creepy piano music.
https://discord.com/channels/147373390104231936/548669050948157440
dumbest discord channel ever
i call it spam real lives
or poolside
Yeah it sounded like that.
Like a old piano slowly losing the ability to actually play. Sounded somewhat creepy, and while looking at those failed gadgets made it even more. Still fun though. Even when I knew it was all a dream, it still felt real. Hell, I think there was a countryball of your flag floating around.
Makes sense.
There was this green slime liquid sometimes which, if you threw yourself in there, you’d just sorta float around.
Really felt like it. If you actually touched it, it would just make that area you touched into another color.
pigeons conquer a planet
wow. I have no idea what that could mean, but it sounds really cool.
Oh god, not this again. I do not to roleplay with you.
pigeons begin construction on a dyson sphere
Is this the enormous sphere from Star Trek?
Your countryball was floating around a room, and in that room you could enter the colored room, which apparently could alter reality, since when I had the motivation (after some kids around that area and if I recall correctly even your countryball encouraged me to) to enter it, it became longer. I said something along the lines of “Room, bring it on!”. It was like this obstacle course, jumping from a gadget into the other, until I reached the end with the piano music. Then I woke up.
No. It's the godmod sphere, he's gonna channel his godmoding to punch through alternate realities and attempt to destroy me with it. That's my bet.
Wow.
no it is used to harvest solar energy
actualy i use it to get free energy
Carolus stood upon the ridge looking over the Vapian border, the pounding rain bouncing off his helmet and chest plate as he surveyed the half built fortifications that the Vapian military had begun constructing. His lips pulled into a sneer as he thought back, these Vapian dogs had beaten them once, but this time would be different.
"My lord, orders?" Czerno asked coldly, standing proudly next to his Warchieftain. Carolus turned to look at his most trusted General, grasping his shoulder firmly. "You know what to do, Czerno." he replied firmly, making his way back down the hill, past the waiting artillery. Czerno showed no emotion as he shouldered his rifle, looking at the meandering Vapian soldiers through the scope. He trained the crosshairs over one that leaned against a wall, trying to get out of the rain to have a cigarette. "Four hundred meters…wind...thirty clicks east...adjust." the spotter muttered. Czerno reached up, gently turning the calibration knobs, never taking his eye away from the scope. "Wait for the thunder…." the spotter continued. A bolt of lightning split the grey skies, illuminating the waiting troops at the base of the hill, hidden in the bushes. "Fire..fire...fire…" the spotter commanded as the rumble of thunder began to roll. Czerno squeezed the trigger, feeling the recoil of the rifle make his body shudder as the smoking soldier dropped. The others turned to see what was happening as the small unit of troopers in the bushes attacked, opening fire on soldiers and workers alike. It didn't matter to them, all that mattered was sending the message their Warchieftain wanted them to deliver.
War was coming.
As the sounds of gunfire added to the symphony of thunder and lightning, the artillery began to play their part of the song, thundering percussion against the snare of machine gun fire. The shouts of charging Sawteeth, the screams of dying men. Czerno looked on as the deed was carried out, he felt nothing for these people.
"We are both the messenger, and the message, brother." Czerno mused aloud, his spotter nodding quietly. The pair turned, made their way down the hill, dodging the flying brass shell casings that the artillery loaders threw in every which direction into the mud. "Tell Abominox to be ready for the Vapian response. They will not take this lying down." Czerno ordered the spotter, who nodded firmly before breaking off, heading towards the comms station.
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