Literally what the hell is going on in here.
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Tr001y e%crutiating levels of importance.
wwwww 私たちは時間を無駄にしています。
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お世辞を言おうとしているのね。
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not speakin
E%cuse my atrociously ill-timed but completely necesarry interruption, but I w00ld like to say—
あ、彼は何か人種差別的なことを言うだろう。
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ハハハ。
I'm not listening 8=). I would like to offer that I am not one for chaos, personally.
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-_-'
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please leavwe me alone
O+kay but see, this is exactly what we're talking abo+ut.
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Because o+f yo+u, specifically.
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誰かが実際にこれを始めなければならないでしょう。
:o?
Perhaps the ungovernable rustblood should take the reins? 8=) Since her embarrassing behaviour is the catalyst for this to begin with.
負えない。。。 最後に触れた時に小さな青い染みに変わった人からのこんな自信に満ちた言葉! 今度は噛み切ってほしいですか?もしかしたら、 ショックで逆流したクソの溜まりから抜け出し、 自分よりも上手に人と話す方法を一瞬覚えるかもしれない。
考えたことはありますか?
As fun as it is to try and transcribe your gutterblooded drivel into something legible,
お前の喉を引き裂いてやる、誰も気にしないだろう。
I think it's in our interest to Get to the Point.
8=)
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Quickly.
Ostensibly the Main Character of this shitshow is too busy getting aqcuainted with the rumblespheres in the back of his flushed GF's throat to get us started. Which is fine, since he's about to have the worst 12 sweeps of his life. Not all of him, most of him only has to suffer through the first 9 before he martyrs the horrors out of his skull. Then it's fine. Literally. Spoilers but Mituna's ideal end is the one where he ends up burning a gaping hole in the bottom of his thinkpan, and there's no pressure from the endless universes of the damned to make it bend at the seams anymore. Just the sweet, sweet breeze of not giving a single solitary fuck, immediately followed by dying. Chef's kiss. He'd do it himself if he wasn't so bad at it.
The Witch of Space, the catalyst for the forthcoming Angel of Endless Doom, the Double Death Beacon, acts almost purely on instinct. She grips her weapons of choice—the Stiches in Time—in each fist. It's cathartic, almost, realising she could rend the fabric of space into whatever shape she needed it to be. The soothing knowledge that chaos is nothing in the face of predetermination. She can do anything she wants, and it matters. Not to her, but to something.
She rears her arms back and catches the tips of her needles in the weft of space, widening the gap. There's a single moment of hesitation, as the tension holding space together deigns to hold itself together, like it has forgotten who she is. The Prince urges her on, subtly, behind her pan, like she needs the motivation, and she tenses the muscles in her arms and tears the veil from the readers' eyes.
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AFTERMATH OF ATTEMPT #1
This is a draft. Pretend it uses all a those esoteric as fuck troll words idk.
The cavernous emptiness of the mechanical surgery blockcluster is just fine. Mituna does the math: the past 4 sweeps have been an irate hive of burning, ripping noise. The past 19 hours have been a boon, a hydrocodone-induced hollowness that dulls the shrieking down to a manageable whimper. So that's roughly 0.02% of his life spent in a semi-decent state. He wonders if that's worth it.
He finishes vomiting over the side of his rehabilitation cocoon and sinks back down into the medicated slime. The Medicullers will clean it up again. He barely remembers the lecture after the procedure, just the reeling vertigo and the roaring psychic teeth of countless sufferers. Which wasn't new, but the nitrous dealer did a really great job of scrambling up his lobe stem until he wasn't anything for a while.
The worst part was waking up and realising he was, in fact, still something.
Mituna's fingers slide over the raised bump under the skin on his wrist where the AC sensor is hooked up to his nervous system. The differential transducer beeps steadily, measuring his pump biscuit. He rests his temple on the edge of the cocoon, watching the slow, trailing counterclockwise rotation of its current sensor. There's a subtle, repetitive tingle whenever it lines up with the stretchblock sensor probe, printing out the spike history and renudging the magnetic domains in his chitin. Every physical detail of his body turned into easy-to-understand data.
He, again, debates telling them about the howling. Maybe someone can help him this time. Maybe they can feed the numbing venom from one of those analgesic slitherbeasts right into his own cocoon at his hive.
He says a dozen or so maybes and they don't stick. The nausea rises up into his gag tunnel again, but he's too tired to be scared of it anymore. Drifting in and out of semi-conciousness for almost an entire night has a way of wearing a dude out. What's worse: being haunted or being comatose?
His casual catastrophising is interrupted by a change in air pressure. This unit has been abandoned all night, with only the occasional peek in from a fraught mediculler on their rounds. He (his data) is stable so they usually leave as quick as they came. But this is different. The gentle tink tonk of metal on lineoleum.
:=D Oh, hallo!
:=? I did not think someone would be in here!
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8=O Oh meine güte, what di%gusting language!!
3=| But I understand, those at your rung on the sociobiological ladder cannot help it. Worry not, dear grub, I will not hold your incorrigible impulses against you.
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:=) Nein, I will not allow you to suppe in the many colored tubers and fermented grain slop of your own uncivil tantrums.
3=) It is the responsible thing to do as one of my stately status to provide emotional and behavioural guidance to the dregs of our civilization.
8=D And you are an excellent patient zero to help prepare my extensive lifetime of corrective counseling. You are thankful for this!
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:=O Faces?
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:=) I understand. This is a common occurrence for the psychically cursed ochre hued laborors.
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:=) You're recovering from some sort of necesarry thinkpan augmentation to counteract the detrimental but technologically necessary pitfalls of your mental abilities. Am I correct?
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:=( It's so unfortunate that you cannot achieve what is, to me, the comparitively easy acuity needed to pursue your mechanical inclinations without medical intervention. My sympathy nodules are overflowing with a respectfully empathetic ichor.
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8=O Oh je. If the pain is that unbearable, perhaps I can save you the effort und contact the appropriate parties for you.
...
:=) Thereby eliminating the risk of such an embarrassing predicament as dying from a complication from a standard procedure.
Mituna wishes desperately that the thing screwed into to his posture rod didn't dampen his psionics to near uselessness. He knows from experience that words aren't enough to shut up hemo-obsessed bitchompers like this guy.
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:=/ As intriguing as it sounds, could you refrain from using vulgar references? I know it will be hard for you, so I forgive you for you transgre%ions, but let's try to be better.
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X=( Ugh.
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X=( Das war furchtbar. I understand you can't help it, since your inferior genetics make you prone to hideous language and an overall lack in character, but perhaps salvaging your sense of decency is out of my abilities for now.
3=( However, as I am still early in my journey to managing the well-being of those hatched unfortuitously beneath me, I won't allow myself to feel guilt about this presently insurmountable hurdle.
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8=D Oh, my natural brilliance has come up with a better idea!
:=D Instead of trying to explain to you the benefits of using proper language, I shall emulate the royals that decorate the most illustrious of our grubhood fictions, and shall soothe the savage beast.
:=3 In this scenario, you are the savage.
Mituna wishes he had his husktop with him. He is simply too tired to come up with any creative ways to kill himself in front of this foppish blueblood lunatic. His full range of motion isn't back yet (on account of the roughly 10 alloyed steel screws they put in him) and his psionics are still out of commission for a while. He can't drown in sopor, obviously, and his foodsack is probably too empty for him to choke on his own vomit. His eyes glance back down to the wires feeding into his arms.