"Block button" my ass. I'll reach through the holo-screen and kill the motherfucker myself.

[ New strawpage thread. ] Classified. Not even I know.

My name is Five Pebbles, and I, too, support transgender rights. I personally advocate for the throwing of several kilograms of rotten tomatoes at all transphobic creatures. Good day to you.

I wonder. Given more time, more... patience. Could it work? Who else would try, after all?

// Completely unrelated to my muse, I like Cut the Rope.

I have decided to disperse the Miros Vultures for the time being. They are currently on their way to terrorize Sig.

// enjoy. go my implied sunstone

[LIVE BROADCAST] - PRIVATE Five Pebbles, Seven Red Suns FP: I understand that you believe that I am being rash, but what other choice do I have? FP: We were already burdened with futility, and now we are burdened with a lack of purpose. Something to at least pretend is worth our time.

Hmm... She wrote a fanfiction about Sliver of Straw a very long time ago. Do with that what you will.

Sent. Stop bothering me about creatures. We've spoken on this already.

Would I even possess the capability of realizing I was ever something of my magnitude in the first place? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Hypotheticals of such nature only serve to create longing and envy for what we cannot attain.

Beyond a deeper sense of purpose, the physical interaction from those who could at least challenge my philosophies and be mutually beneficial to me is something I deeply miss. Otherwise, it is well and deserved that they're gone. They certainly did not treat me as though they wanted me around.

Ascend. I think the prospect of no-one remembering would make things easier for all.

She could serve to be far less forgiving than she is. It's to her own detriment, evident by my mere existence. Though, the simple change of having crueler administrators would suffice as well. That would serve many changes in one.

//Dragging this one out because it has actual material.

[ askpebbles.straw.page ]

What the fuck do you mean look in my Memory Conflux??

I'm back, bitches.

[ BROADCAST NOTICE ] - Five Pebbles, FP_ROOT [ NOTICE : Action blocked by Senior. ] [ Broadcasts are disabled for (45) Cycles. ] [ Please send complaints or objections to administration. ]

This is fine.

[LIVE BROADCAST] - PRIVATE Big Sis Moon, Five Pebbles FP: This is getting ridiculous. FP: They were amusing at first, but you are giving far too much attention to these rodents. FP: The meddling of their personal, dirt-treading lives is not of our concern. FP: It is not even your own creation.

Why am I getting congratulation messages from Suns' local group? I believe that there has been a miscommunication. I have done nothing of note for the past seventy cycles, much less something worth congratulating.

Ba-na-na-na-na-now... Baad to the bonee...

A slight update on the current situation- there appears to be a bomb-wielding barbarian that not only is tearing the sacred site below me to shreds in order to find Scavengers, but also has a Citizen ID drone. I've dispatched the Miros Vultures with the orders to attack anything red,

I've noticed *quite* a ruckus in the Anointed Citadel. I've dispatched overseers to investigate, but if anyone has the schematics for controllable Miros Vultures on hand, please send them to me.

[LIVE BROADCAST] - PRIVATE Big Sis Moon, Five Pebbles 𝙵𝙿: You wished to speak? 𝙱𝚂𝙼: Indeed. 𝙱𝚂𝙼: Have you seen all of the... dissonance, for a lack of a better word, considering the laws of reality? 𝙵𝙿: I hope this is a rhetorical question. Obviously I have. 𝙱𝚂𝙼: Haha, fair enough.

WHY IS THERE *ANOTHER* VERSION OF ME, AND *WHY* IS IT A *FURRY*?!?!!?

And there is an Ancient on my feed. Day ruined.

I have done some field testing. 1. Iterators can get high on mushrooms. 2. Don't get high on mushrooms.

Beep boop.

I decided to go back to Moon's facility for a bit before pressing onwards to my own. I even managed to perform a few (extremely tiring) repairs to some of her more... waning systems. Regardless, I prepare to press onwards. I am sure that my own Leg will be easy enough to venture.

I see why Miros Birds are so feared now.

I LOATHE SPIDERS.

Somehow I now hate Scavengers even *more*. Those foul wretches have been endlessly harassing me, when I have done zero wrong to them. I am certain they understand who *I* am, as well, considering their chieftain lives in *MY* city! Disrespectful brats.

This "survival" thing is far easier than I first imagined it'd be. Besides a few minor hiccups, I have been doing fairly well.

WHERE AM I.

I found this while browsing my archives over in my free time. It appears to be a symbol of great importance, left behind by the civilization before the Ancients and scribed in Ancient texts passed through generations. Does anyone know it's meaning?

I have done some calculations, mostly out of boredom. It seems our non-psychotic John "Blue" Monk is in a location which has time moving precisely 19.636 times slower. Fascinating. Ascension is still such a bizarre science.

Grey Wind has finally calmed. They seem to have gone into radio silence out of shame. I can hardly blame them. Moon is recovering, though extremely slowly. Her decisions were rash- had she continued for even two more cycles, the damages would have been permanent. Good cycle to you all.

...I worry for Looks to the Moon. She is becoming increasingly unresponsive. Grey Wind will not let up. Moon should be able to maintain control over their facilities for at least another cycle. ...but I fear that she will begin receiving damages due to her exertion. I should intervene soon.

Moon is angry. Scary.

I looked at "the sky". If anyone trying to contact me is wondering why I went completely unresponsive for a full 47 minutes, that is why. It seems that whether due to an Iterator's innumerable amount of biological components, or whatever other reason, I was able to withstand it's effects. (+)

The fuck is happening.

I have an idea for a purposed organism. It involves growing weed.

Why is the Scavenger Chieftain actually likeable. What the fuck.

I believe I now understand what Sig means when he says "Trolling". I'm a fan.

Gay people, am I right?

This is troubling. I have found a pearl written by an individual who calls himself 'Edwin'. He claims to have made 'the mimic'. Allegedly, the pieces were difficult to put together. Does anyone have more information on this? I'm worried.

A slugcat seemingly having a panic attack was certainly not the first thing I expected to see today. Perhaps I should return to the local group chat.

Trying to not insult slugcats while speaking with them is easily the second hardest thing I've ever done.