My bed is to be prepared in front of the gate of the Young Progenitor. This must happen to enable the rite of crypt openings. He is not allowed unto them until the clock tower is burned and ashes fall on the heads of onlookers and children on shoulders

In a sea of hostility and mist there were two lights to guide the wayward travellers. These lights waltzed with each other until reaching a clear oasis, free of bloodshed. With their task done, they can relax and play some metroidvanias

I've been hitting it with the grain this whole time but that's been my problem. I flow too much but I have to go against it for once. Show that grass whose boss

I've got to get my stuff together and meet the vendor at the top of the hill. He saved all of his fruit baskets for me and now I just have to figure out which reactor core he wants so he can whip together his famous rubber duck cat beds

My implant is working as advertised and I enter a state of focus and clarity. Reflexes are heightened and my muscles move in tune with my intention. The music is hitting as it should and I am untouchable

It was not mine to carry, but this weight has been left here in the gym. Still free. At rest. But that is not where it belongs. It should be rusting in a river only to be pulled up by a guy with a really strong magnet, for that is the fate of all things in poor timing

I restrain the onslaught of verbal slings that form in my mind in favor for tame pebbles. They do not cut deep into his soul, nor mine. This is good for both of us, I hope he finds peace in the way of the fish

I picked the wrong prompt and figuring out how to get away from academia and into the perils of travel amidst a solar flare is the question that plagues my mind as of late. Not referring to this reality though, only that of ink and quill

Only after bathing and breathing in the fog did I arise able to swallow the truths of the day. I watch as my analogies are carried away on a gurney, unable to tell head from spine

I need this sludge to act fast or else I'll have to be bombarded with the gamma and beta waves all day. What crave is some smooth theta to cruise on amidst these rugged hoodoos

I think this train a little outdated but it still pulls enough power to punch through ice and spirit. We'll make it in time for the unwrapping but something still doesn't feel right, I need physics to apply

For three hours I'm listening to the brutality of engines and storms, and it's absolutely serendipitous. I can't wait to construct something is this caliber myself, I only hope I can

Ships come and go constantly. They're always kind and full of stories and great to connect with. This one was nifty though, a bit spunky and rusting, but alas it must return to the north as they all do

my friend fell down a three hour tube

My biome is shifting to a more slatey type of vibe and I think I'm here for it. I need to get the shape down but other than that we're gonna be squeaky clean on the morrow

Our trophy has been stolen by an honest griever and hidden in the weeds. The whackers are out looking for it but I put our best field mouse on the case. I can assure you it will be found in 2 business days, tops

Sides were chosen and dignity was lost, but not by me. It didn't have to be this way, we could try gone about our day with mutual acknowledgement but no, you had to covet my comfortable pillows

Finally I break the dam that was blocking my stream. Too many refrigerators were needed so the sticks were piled high, but I saw to it that it was demolished as soon as I could. I'm sick of these flat tails and poor bitrates

Bits are low and as a result I've lost my last three kits that I've tried falling with. Two were my fault, I will admit that. But one was the fault of a traitor to the human spirit. I will not become them, I will overcome this with good

The wind won't stop blowing. Rocks are swept to the curve of gales and landscapes stretch over the endless currents but we march on. Our candles must reach the midnight tree lest they run out of oil

I'm glad we can still have an occasional Tuesday night point hold, it's just like old times. This time will go on for a while yet but I hope we never graduate to once a week fish excursions. That's a stage of life I have not prepared for

Timers go off again and again trying to save off the deep sleep of magnesium and vitamin d, but yet again blue light prevails in the grand scheme of the circadian rhythm

At my post, a thousand arrows sail towards my peeping slit. Each one is deflected by my my shield but I know one will get through eventually. That's why I built myself some plate made of hard work and determination because that combo can surely overcome a bodkin point!

Underwhelming is the theme of tonight. I can't believe lightning wasn't enough to power this monstrosity but the love of a fair maiden trumps nature. That's simply not correct. I can't get behind that. It's an abomination is what it is

Flares go up in time for us to get on the escalator but my good friend Carmichael almost doesn't make it. He's too absorbed by the robotic flesh of his peers to pay attention to the task at hand

A succession has finally taken place and a new tournament will ensue. In place of loose code and rambling typewriters will be new, sleek, archaic contraptions. Ones of whimsy and brutality. They will know us well through our diplomatic attempts and quest for adrenaline

The slop is getting to be too much to handle. It's starting to overflow from my bowl. Soon it'll consume the metal in the room, along with all of the breaths. Before then I at least need to harbor my shadows, those guys have been through a lot

I can't seem to get upright on this axis no matter how hard I try. There's gotta be some grease on the pole or something cause no way, I shouldn't be upside down still. I have a buddy that can get me out but gosh this is too much

I finally resorted to using formulas because I realize I know nothing of this realm. It's an entirely new craft for me and I'm way in over my head with goo and steel seeds. Ideally a new pair of gauntlets would be forged but I won't be too picky

I've incorporated swordplay into this week's cerebellar work and it's worked wonders for morale around the place. Now if only I could include Marksman-H training remote droid

Not quite sure on what the protocol is for a loose protoplasmic sentience but hopefully it's just common sense

Annual gloom descends upon my country of melons and pixels. I craft machines to put it all together but the rate is slower than expected. No worries, I'll make up for it with pure gusto

Giants peer down amongst the foliage to see me, dumbfounded, staring back with wonder in my eyes. They look so old and wise, yet no innocent. They know not the horrors of man and his radioactive endeavors

All we get is ideas. No susbtance, no form, just concepts trying to take form from a mist with no cohesion. Things will come together though, I believe in the gravitation of the avalanche

My project has been completed. Pumpkins are broken at phenomenal rates. We will be living in luxury for the foreseeable future with gems to spare. I can't wait to spend them on frivolous armor and hoes

With the might of a fallen smith I crush sweets of black and white under my grip, watching dust float into the bowl. It will be consumed with a fervor like that of a feral lion, no care for mess or propriety

Studying the circle will take top priority in the coming days. It will be needed to ward off the naysayers and do badders. Hand dexterity will also be of utmost importance, diligence shall be tested

It's my turn to lay out the solar plans, where the mass divers go and what not. I need to determine what role the thick, sulfuric clouds will play in this month's Venusian soap opera

I wait all day so I can peek back the which, sulfurous clouds of the second in the sky. When the time comes I'm overcome by lethargy, being pulled into the soundless depths of night without a whisper to call my own

After hours and hours we have Nothing to show for it. It's beige and lame and nice but not what I was looking for

My farm is almost too successful. It's taking up a lot of the grass slots we have and there's not much more room for the actual harvesters themselves. It'll prove to be useful for the sustenance situation but I'm scared it won't be as compact as advertised

I can't get the rivals to open so for now we're sticking to stone and tablets. The key switches up to something more sinister but that's welcomed in times like these. Off of small towers we fall, landing on young stalagmites

On every other platform I dominate the field, but on this tower I just can't hold a candle to the classic operators. The tools do not matter, my efficiency can't keep up and i just need to clear the way for the tadpoles

A decision has been made to make the education succinct. It's better to try than to not, so neurons will be studied in quick order. I will work to be like the cord, efficient and wired

It's healthy to dig deep and pull up heaps of iron every once in a while, good for the soul. Bonds are strengthened and pondered in the dark while the beat of the pick echoes into nothing

There are many paths to go on. Who can choose between the artillery, priest, or thematic warriors. We dabble one at a time until the tale is complete, but that is eons away

Senses are dulled but the mind still races, faster than normal. Towels are man's best friend, coming to his aid in instances of high lux and decibel levels. When correctly applied it induces a state of higher consciousness and focus

Miasma is bound to strike again soon. Peppermint will be on patrol this time to ward off the wall but we can only hope it stays clear of the central canal. That's where the nodes of white are

The witch was so underwhelming, it was only a fallen camera and some sticks. No cauldron, no broom, nothing. No scares to be had at all. The rocks were freaky, but only if you're not well equipped

A story of generals must be told but the way it unfolds is a mystery to all that comprehend the matter. I could sleep on it but nay, that would be absurd, I have gold at my fingertips and I just need to grab