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thepalecaesar · 27 days
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Baldur's Gate 3: Torment
To let the evertormenting him from inside blackthorn shoot from out his own chest, then dedicate the improvisation performed on the sussur tree bark - so now he cannot charm. so now he cannot deceive - violin How else could a Bhaalspawn succeed to put feelings tender in his confession to the Chosen of Bane
The chest, bleeding orphaned open, and music from under its bones more than from under the bow
Gift painting
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thepalecaesar · 1 month
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Dark Souls: Eclampsia
The pale entity bears the grim designs, And grim designs deliver weird outcomes alone
The pale duke bears the pale infants
The postmature one is willing to be delivered premature, preterm, So even the music, put on oh so in time, cannot just lull him back to sleep To help it all last even if a little while longer
There is More to this so-called resin than meets the eye
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thepalecaesar · 2 months
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Pathologic. Out of the blue
Bad twyre. Bad aftergrass
Barely awake from that twyre slumber, he thought it could just be oynon being loud with the whatnot environments they currently have around; turned out to be the first thunder of the storm yet to come
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thepalecaesar · 3 months
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Dark Souls: Eclampsia
The pale entity bears the grim designs, And grim designs deliver weird outcomes alone
The pale duke bears the pale infants
The postmature one is willing to be delivered premature, preterm, So even the music, put on oh so in time, cannot just lull him back to sleep To help it all last even if a little while longer
There is More to this so-called resin than meets the eye
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thepalecaesar · 10 months
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HoMMIII, Sandro: "Good morning" --- He didn't expect anyone near his tomb this winter morning. The scarlet swan swims in a small lake...; while the white one, his undead companion, swims not and nowhere but dives deep in the folds of his cloak, hiding achingly from the snow they both did not know about, the snow that reveals their true nature, once touching them; there's whiteness of snow and feathers -- but never bones, and never intentions,
And still,
The scarlet swan swims in a small lake, them whisperers say; will that meeting become something there will be whispers about
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thepalecaesar · 10 months
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Dark Souls || Interval. (Rest)
The Bearer of the Curse is almost dead -- as, and since, he is almost alive, as he is almost, already, a human; the Creeping Things are almost delivered, their swaddling inflame hot as his labor; contractions interval lets him sink into the void faint and fitful; so he, at least, at last, can't see the father -- holding the delivered
(The father; oh what anguish is tormenting him -- as he realizes: this is the Creeping Thing in anguish, tormented; the Creeping Thing, in the end
(and first of all)
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thepalecaesar · 11 months
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Pathologic. An Encore
Pathologic. An Encore
The Rat Prophet, Mark Immortell
A new pantomime was presented at the Theatre! You no longer feel hunger, thirst, and exhaustion;
Kids do, though -- as they weren't allowed there.
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thepalecaesar · 1 year
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Thief; Trick or threat
In the City, they dip a caught thief's hands in black tar -- so later, when it's his turn to meet the noose, everyone could tell a blackhand from any other criminal dancing his last dance hanging there; and for the last will and the last time, said blackhand is allowed to take his most cherished loot and stain it with his tarred fingers; as a token of lesson learned, of course. One thief just lets himself to be caught as he knows he won't dance like that; one thief picks a never-aging apple from the Shalebridge Cradle, the one that he stole from this very place somewhere where children used to live separated.
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thepalecaesar · 1 year
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Dark Souls III: Precisely what could it possibly fear
The fact that mere offsprings they are, beknowst becomes so early to some children, That even Gods watchful eyes, they just eschew
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Dark Sun Gwyndolin bestows His benediction upon Ocelotte
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thepalecaesar · 1 year
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Pathologic. Vodochka
Morning Wednesday, February 19th, on which one of them -- that is used to fight death, and to serve life -- turned out to be not that successful in murder; while the other one -- that is used to bring death with him, to take lives -- pretty successful in retrieving his own.
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The last thing Daniil D. was expecting to happen is to see someone just knocking at his lab doors. :8
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thepalecaesar · 1 year
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Portraying self: Goel Vermilion, or Troya
Avatar of my own as he appears in my bizarre recurring lucid dreams,
And said dreams' Limbo-like realm tenant and From-Above visitor of some executive powers of his own kind; one could say a commissioner, an invigilator,
A gruesome chasing entity not friendly in any way to imagine or hope for; he makes sure to prove it solid -- especially every time it cares to Speak,
No human ears relish such low frequencies
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thepalecaesar · 1 year
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From so low || Arcane Viktor x Silco
Laid at the feet was fidelity, was loaylty, was devotion; was weary heart
What better place could find them
Than those pits
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thepalecaesar · 1 year
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Pathologic. Isidor Burakh and the Sand Plague first outbreak || See No Evil
Went through the field, went it blind; met her there; went blind in one eye, that very moment
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thepalecaesar · 1 year
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Stand, In Awe of The Sun
Dark Souls -- Dark Sun Gwyndolin
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: an emotion variously combining dread, veneration, and wonder that is inspired by authority or by the sacred
: archaic. : dread, terror
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And kneel before Him,
And woe to the condemned.
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thepalecaesar · 1 year
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BARIN And yet, money stink. [Vlad the Heavy pushing spoiled meat]
Everything just (and only!) penny-pinching about him, just (and only.) reigning over souls and stuffs, just distributing and purchasing and gaining for years and years and years — and everything the Bull Enterprise ever was, to the last slaughtered heifer and the last flesh fly and the last сut of rotten meat, all that that Vlad does not willing severed from himself because it's all so his, so real; where's that thin line in-between now — it's hard to tell
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thepalecaesar · 1 year
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Dark Souls: Сreeping Things. Exodus
Adelstan, Bearer of the Curse, on the Throne of Want
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We left our womb non-existent
(something made us descent from our abode which was dark, was сongested, was of black waters broke)
and outer darkness terrified Us,
coldness and hunger
We later learned our father abandoned Us,
but We forgave him
for we are Creeping Things
humans deliver children
and We are Creeping Things
our father wanted children
and We are Creeping Things
and whatsoever our other Father,
of the Abyss,
soweth -- that shall We reap
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thepalecaesar · 2 years
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The knifeholder
a metaphor; something to do with the difference between 'essense' and 'entity' and with how ka and ha never look the same (especially if you don't want them to)
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