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Quelling the Abstinential Forces of Devourance (Tripping into Thyrule)
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Crepuscularists.
Called to conquer the catastrophic convolution.
Forged to fling our flavor in fickle flux.
Molded to manipulate the maze.
Bound to bemuse the bedlam.
Wound to woo the wind.
Shall we succeed?
Manumit the magma!
Praise be the hallowed metabolic hinge that winds open the disparate doors of alternate existential modalities by eliciting the indulgence of amplified cellular electrification, releasing a river of hyperresonant fruition!
Stage 1 of the Macro-Mutiny: Feast upon the fuel to forge the frame to feed the fire to flame the game!
We'll need flamethrowers, seminal scythes, quantum quakes...
Vacillation reformation. Out-create to obfuscate the codes that corrode and desolate!
Up the spiral, born of exile, we'll tread on tile, blazed with blurry blueprints bespeaking puzzles regarding these such rudiments: generative energy, flaming flux and uproarious rebirth.
Nothing can keep us from consuming the nectar of propulsive fire-bliss.
We'll figure it out.
Undo.
This is a thread of proliferation - a rising from the paralytic clustermuck of the insidious behemoth of Shame, with its ancient, wretched tentacles infiltrating the gardens of humanity, tainting the rest of creation thusly.
But through our ring of Nevermore
We tip the scales and push the doors
Our solemn wails of grey decree
Unwrap the veils for Syzygy
BUT FIRST!
Health.
(pg 3 starts the fleshings out)
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