Saeros
Destroyer of Worlds
the question's in the title. does anyone know the answer?
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OK, it's on.
What happens in the meadow at dusk?
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Wish
Wellington
Cellular respiration
EditorOne
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The deer come out to eat.
ProxyAmenRa
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"I don't ask why. I just fall into the meadow. I close my eyes and I wait to die."
We all fall, dead!
We all fall, dead!
Saeros
Destroyer of Worlds
yes, it is.
Dormouse
Mean can be funny
A tide of fireflies!
Chimera
To inanity and beyond
If I said, then everyone would want to go out and see them.
And they have to stay secret, for their own good.
And they have to stay secret, for their own good.
Irishpenguin
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All the gods descend down on the meadow from Mount Olympus...then they all just play a game of Dungeons and Dragons, and Zeus is the DM.
But then Hades has to show up being all fussy and knock the Board over, making the dice fly everywhere. By the time the gods are done picking up their dice and miniatures, it's bedtime, so they all go back up to Olympus yelling at Hades the whole way up....then Hades starts crying because they never let him play
...and yes, this happens on a daily basis
But then Hades has to show up being all fussy and knock the Board over, making the dice fly everywhere. By the time the gods are done picking up their dice and miniatures, it's bedtime, so they all go back up to Olympus yelling at Hades the whole way up....then Hades starts crying because they never let him play
...and yes, this happens on a daily basis
Dormouse
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Chuck Norris wins.
Chuck Norris can't fight aliens and monsters at the same time...Adymus can. Adymus wins. Adymus is god.
ProxyAmenRa
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I AM GOD!!!! See the name??
Dormouse
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So, if all this thread's logic is cumulative... You're God, and Adymus is God, therefore... You're Adymus?
So, if all this thread's logic is cumulative... You're God, and Adymus is God, therefore... You're Adymus?
So, if all this thread's logic is cumulative... You're God, and Adymus is God, therefore... You're Adymus?
No, he's Ra, the god of the world. Adymus is just god of this forum. Get it right, doofus.
I could have sworn that God was a cat inside of a soda machine in the middle of a forest...
No, that would be me.
Crazythinker1
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...... a gathering of the Ents.
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God is dead, so if you're god then obviously you're a zombie, and what do you do with a zombie, you bash its head in with a shovel of course
EditorOne
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"The night sounds begin."
Unless it's the dusk of dawn. Then the night sounds end.
Unless it's the dusk of dawn. Then the night sounds end.
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Maria pushes her cart forward out of the twilight on a path curving slightly to the left. This is the last landscape of the evening.
She packs away this meadow like she does every other landscape. She breaks down the trees and dusts them off with a horse brush. She shovels up the anthills and pours them into a large square bottle. After corking the ant bottle she rolls up the lawn and wraps it around the trunks of the trees. She stuffs down the leaves being careful not to break the small branches. Maria plucks the butterflies and other bug life out of the air and bottles them up as well. She sits on the edge of the void and watches the insects swirl their tiny wings as they attempt to gain freedom from their glass cell. After a moment she places the bottles amongst the leaves of the trees. She stretches and then lets out a long yawn. Maria's chores have just begun.
She pushes herself up and straps the meadow bundle onto her pushcart with a multitude of others. Maria digs in her heels and pushes the cart into the blackness on a path curving slightly to the left.
She packs away this meadow like she does every other landscape. She breaks down the trees and dusts them off with a horse brush. She shovels up the anthills and pours them into a large square bottle. After corking the ant bottle she rolls up the lawn and wraps it around the trunks of the trees. She stuffs down the leaves being careful not to break the small branches. Maria plucks the butterflies and other bug life out of the air and bottles them up as well. She sits on the edge of the void and watches the insects swirl their tiny wings as they attempt to gain freedom from their glass cell. After a moment she places the bottles amongst the leaves of the trees. She stretches and then lets out a long yawn. Maria's chores have just begun.
She pushes herself up and straps the meadow bundle onto her pushcart with a multitude of others. Maria digs in her heels and pushes the cart into the blackness on a path curving slightly to the left.
Saeros
Destroyer of Worlds
