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If you're not trying to romance the Pokemon, what's the fucking point?
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Can't help but read 'woah' as a regular 'wuh', but 'whoa' as a deep, masculine 'HOO-AH!'
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That's patently untrue. I planted some potassium the other day, and no matter how much I watered it, all I got was explosions.
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According to the IRC, I'm a low-grade troll. They're probably not wrong.
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Assuming that relativity is a thing, if something goes faster than the speed of light its Lorentz factor becomes imaginary.
good
Also, please don't enact a mass extinction event on Galbar.
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We now check out answer by dividingby 0. How many zeroes can you fit into a banana? I bet you can fit about 6000 in there, so our answer must be correct.
SOUNDS GOOD TO ME
ed: okay before I give dear BBeast an aneurysm, please remember, Jvan is an art student
she never made it to general relativity
she probably didn't even make it to bottle rockets
Universal law reflects this
This Jvan awakening post is proving to be more world-shaking than I thought.
Fun fact: An object weighing a few tonnes travelling at a couple times the speed of light will hit a planet with explosive force about halfway between that of the Tsar Bomb and the Chicxulub asteroid, on a log scale.
Fun fact: An object weighing a few tonnes travelling at a couple times the speed of light will hit a planet with explosive force about halfway between that of the Tsar Bomb and the Chicxulub asteroid, on a log scale.
A carmine blur swept deeper into the night, thinking: Do We Desire What We Love ?
Impact.
White plumes of shattered ice and vapour shot vertically into the sky. Too weak to recall its lost mass, the moon soon gained a ring that drew lines across the sight of its mother.
Isonymph splattered in its own crater.
The force of impact had smashed it into a pale green fluid that now rode the wave of its own collision. Chunks of frost tumbled in the spreading cloud, a ring of steam that grew only denser as it moved. Denser, thicker. More vivid.
Chartreuse threads leapt and coiled between the scattered icebergs. They bit, they clung, they chased the wind. The Isonymph swept across the planet in a pulse, from one pole to the other.
Tundras watched the wall of fog approach, give way to acid green, then empty into life.
Sporewalkers chased the midday sun, the length of their stride more than enough to match the planet's spin. Between their gargantuan shadows grew razored hollow cages, spheres of wax and water with nuclear light at their core, studded into the ground like fallen stars.
The spindly giants strode on, and others followed in the shade of their disc-like skulls. Pale orbs grew glassy, revealing the fetal eyes within, and began to spin, thousands of wheels and gyros chasing the next geyser to erupt.
Vivid red plumes of ammonia and methane shot into the atmosphere, sending clouds of microbia into low orbit. They clustered, they drank the sun, and in great billowing sheets like silken tents, collapsed once more to the ice. There the frozen ground grew arms, and shining xenon blood pulsed through the veins of those who came to scavenge.
Isonymph reformed at the opposite end of the planet, the ring of life closing up in a puff of steam. Pale green bubbled away into carmine, and the Avatar leapt off into the sky once more.
It saluted the bright star Ilunabar on its way to Galbar.
Impact.
White plumes of shattered ice and vapour shot vertically into the sky. Too weak to recall its lost mass, the moon soon gained a ring that drew lines across the sight of its mother.
Isonymph splattered in its own crater.
The force of impact had smashed it into a pale green fluid that now rode the wave of its own collision. Chunks of frost tumbled in the spreading cloud, a ring of steam that grew only denser as it moved. Denser, thicker. More vivid.
Chartreuse threads leapt and coiled between the scattered icebergs. They bit, they clung, they chased the wind. The Isonymph swept across the planet in a pulse, from one pole to the other.
Tundras watched the wall of fog approach, give way to acid green, then empty into life.
Sporewalkers chased the midday sun, the length of their stride more than enough to match the planet's spin. Between their gargantuan shadows grew razored hollow cages, spheres of wax and water with nuclear light at their core, studded into the ground like fallen stars.
The spindly giants strode on, and others followed in the shade of their disc-like skulls. Pale orbs grew glassy, revealing the fetal eyes within, and began to spin, thousands of wheels and gyros chasing the next geyser to erupt.
Vivid red plumes of ammonia and methane shot into the atmosphere, sending clouds of microbia into low orbit. They clustered, they drank the sun, and in great billowing sheets like silken tents, collapsed once more to the ice. There the frozen ground grew arms, and shining xenon blood pulsed through the veins of those who came to scavenge.
Isonymph reformed at the opposite end of the planet, the ring of life closing up in a puff of steam. Pale green bubbled away into carmine, and the Avatar leapt off into the sky once more.
It saluted the bright star Ilunabar on its way to Galbar.
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@Rtron I don't think there was a corpse, just pieces of his sword. Kyre himself just vaporised.
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The air screamed with winds grinding against one another.
Rocks tore through the sky. In total darkness, the ash fused and shattered, becoming shapes unseen anywhere on land, let alone so high above the waters.
Something flew through the towers of smoke.
Ducking between falling ghost-shapes of basalt, over and around the space-tearing needle rain, between the great anvils of airborne stone, it settled in the corner that had been made for it.
"With the scales and sword of Amul'sharar as my witness and yours, swear this: That you shall accept this gift that I grant you, and while it stands never work mischief against me, or against mine."
"Agreed," said Phi without listening, and reclined on her shadowed throne.
The ash began to fall.
Somewhere over the Metatic Ocean, a grand shape was cast down from the cloud, billowing with smoke. It hit the sea with a momentous splash and sent white pillars into the air.
When the sky cleared up months later, it rose again.
...
Rocks tore through the sky. In total darkness, the ash fused and shattered, becoming shapes unseen anywhere on land, let alone so high above the waters.
Something flew through the towers of smoke.
Ducking between falling ghost-shapes of basalt, over and around the space-tearing needle rain, between the great anvils of airborne stone, it settled in the corner that had been made for it.
"With the scales and sword of Amul'sharar as my witness and yours, swear this: That you shall accept this gift that I grant you, and while it stands never work mischief against me, or against mine."
"Agreed," said Phi without listening, and reclined on her shadowed throne.
The ash began to fall.
Somewhere over the Metatic Ocean, a grand shape was cast down from the cloud, billowing with smoke. It hit the sea with a momentous splash and sent white pillars into the air.
When the sky cleared up months later, it rose again.
...
See you not the power of your souls, that even gods should grant concession?
See you not the truth of my words?
I shall find you in your shelters. I shall find you in the caves.
I shall find you in the dark places it was foretold you would go, and together we shall rise into Metera, the city of the sky.
See you not the truth of my words?
I shall find you in your shelters. I shall find you in the caves.
I shall find you in the dark places it was foretold you would go, and together we shall rise into Metera, the city of the sky.
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The cackling carmine streak flew on. At its back gazed the night, and at its face shone the sun.
It was headed for a certain star.
The morning star, so it was called- Revered by some traditions as the lady Elysium, by others as the Sun's lost twin, by yet more as a way to mark the centuries, or the spirit of a king.
It was a planet, and it was growing closer.
Night sky turned to red. Collision was mere moments away. The voidborne blur began to smile.
" B A H A H A H A H A ! "
Impact.
The creature smacked into its prey with lethal force. Flames engulfed the atmosphere, leaving a fiery wound where it had entered, and fragments flew to orbit and strike down once again.
Isonymph did not slow. Once past the solid crust it slipped deep into the core, settling like a seed at the heart of the planet.
The Cancer bloomed.
From within, a dozen tendrils spun out into the magma, branching into roots and threads. One by one they reached the burning surface, and sprouted into stems.
Like ferns they rose, but dark and venous, swaying purple arms from a slick, sprawling base. Each root became a forest, and in the heights of each forest the fingertips opened, and steamed into the fire.
Eggs were pushed through the pores. The ground became saturated with foaming, living bubbles. All was snatched away on the wind.
Make It More! Make It Faster!
The tendrils bulged and burst with the weight of the life being forced through them, and the seed at the centre thrust more and more into the clouds...
Until there was a change.
The seeds hatched in swarms and hordes. Great chimneys of steam encrusted the volcanoes, their graphite skin glittering in the glow of phosphor and burning sulphur. Strange acids fizzed through their veins.
From the peak of the mighty tunnels strode creatures like castles, with porcelain bodies that shone in the green-and-blue riverlight, and they feared not the wind, nor the sour rains. They strode to the basins, where valleys had filled up with tar and with pitch, and drank deeply...
And sailors ballooned from the sky, where hot air was cheap and the gale was strong, where the lightning flashed with nourishment. They settled with bodies of sulphur and beryl, and regrew their synthetic wings.
The Isonymph laughed, and cut off its own limbs. It burst through the surface as the first forests fell, and leapt to the stars once more.
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