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5/9/22: Torment

Narrator: Lonely Wizard

You: None

Pain, death, helplessness

all punishments for something

You cannot weigh one over the other

Death is final, but it ends quickly

Pain is active suffering forever

Helplessness is still everywhere

But the worst punishment of all

is nothing

Nothing anywhere forever

I try to go through every punishment I could have had

Writing poems about this to entertain myself

but it's not enough

I can't fight away the emptiness

I can't feel anything

I don't know anyrhing

I'm not anyone

I'm gone

I'm numb

I'm blind

I'm deaf

I need stimulation

Any fate would be better than this

I

need

stimulation

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5/8/22: Leave Me Alone

Narrator: P03

You: Leshy

Why can't you just leave me alone

We've been apart for so long until now

and I'm already so sick of you

You have no idea

of the pain you put me through

of what you did to all of us

We finally got back together

and all you can do is torture

for your sick game of cards

Right now

I just need

some time alone

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5/7/22: Going Further

Narrator: Luke

You: None

My investigation was cut short

Information pierced by a burning hole

Losing everything I thought I understood

through an open wound

Somehow they can help

Picking up where I left off

I can't do anything, but they can

They're going further

Finding out more than I ever could have

Reading and writing everything they need to know

I'm gone

I'm lost

But they aren't

Request from anonymous: "Poem request: luke seeing arg lore hunters continue the search for answers from where he had to leave it"

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5/6/22: Extension

Narrator: Leshy

You: Player (You)

I know this

That's me

That's all of us

That's our world

You wrote a story

Drew art for us

Created more

Cards can be added

Removed, or changed

Your participation in this discussion is beautiful

Talking with people who know me just as you do

Playing with other people

That's me

That's an extension of me

You create as much content as I do

Thank you for extending me

Thank you for allowing me to persist

My world isn't yours

But we're still close

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5/5/22: Fragments Everywhere

Narrator: Magnificus

You: None

How much of this world can be complete

when it has not reached its full potential

What is a game when it's not put together

Like a tree's leaves falling

they're all too separate

we are not together

Like a torn canvas

like a shattered mirror

like a sunken bridge

The pieces are far apart

Scattered everywhere

But they can be put together

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5/4/22: Replace

Narrator: Kaycee

You: None

I'm trying to uncover secrets

all the while creating more

Figuring out the game

while making it more complex

Every time I solve a mystery

a new one replaces it

as I leave clues for whoever tries after me

A dead man

and a deck of cards

becomes an artifact

then a game

then a bullet to the head

More and more stories

changes

Solving one leaves something new behind

I'm just writing the next chapter

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5/3/22: Meaningless

Narrator: Grimora

You: None

If everything Ends

it's easy to say Nothing matters

Nothing persists, so it never matters

This disk will Decay

leaving nothing behind

Nothing Inside it at all

We will Not persist

No legacy, no Glory

Our Souls lost forever

But if we can leave something behind

we will not End

Changing something makes it so Nothing Dies

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5/2/22: Flows

Narrator: Leshy

You: None

Time flows forward

fluidly

carefully

Fate pushes the stream

down the mountain

through the forest

The creatures carried by the current flow

with the water

as flowers

Dust settles around the bank

closely

slowly

Someone would always arrive here

crossing the stream

climbing the mountain

And play a card

of something

that used to be there

The game expands as the stream flows

underneath the cabin

through the sky

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5/1/22: White

Narrator: Grimora

You: None

The white of bone

The bright sun

Aged paper

Old tombstones

Airy spirits

Feathered quills

Plastic

Sclera

The end of the world is not colorless

It is the color of everything

Red blood

Yellowed paper

Green leaves

Blue screens

The intersection of all light is pure white

Emptiness

Visible emptiness

Noticable absence

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4/30/22: Obsolescence

Narrator: Magnificus

You: None

The world advances

We do not

Constantly

we are left behind

A card means nothing to a disk

A disk is nothing to a drive

The past is dwarfed by the future

We were but paper

Now we are here

Advanced

Alive

Digital

Sentient

But it's still not enough

Our darkness overshadows our light

and we were to become obsolete since the beginning

So one must bury us forever

as if we never existed

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4/29/22: Necessary

Narrator: Luke

You: None

I need to finish this game

I need to know what happened

I need to know what happens next

This is a curse

This is a burden

This is a necessity

I can keep going

I can stay here

I can stay safe

But all of these things will change eventually

I know I will fail

It's necessary for me to do so

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4/28/22: Efficient and Practical

Narrator: Trapper/Trader

You: None

I have a great idea

something fun and profitable

A white lie, a joke

to improve everything

I - we - can

be more than one

and when me becomes us

It becomes a business

One person is a lonely trader

Two people is a model

A cycle, an assembly line

between both of us

Passing through the forest

I will be there twice

for fun, and for profit,

and for something I may have forgotten

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4/27/22: Knowing

Narrator: Magnificus

You: P03 (Stoat)

There is a great matter of things I can know

The future and the past are not hidden from me

but knowing isn't doing

and we need help

Trapped in a thin strip of paper

but my knowledge is the same

my ability is what binds me

or lack thereof

You need to be here

and I must be too

I need you to talk and do

with what I know

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4/26/22: Whispers

Narrator: Grimora

You: None

I hear voices from beyond the grave

I know a person posthumously

This is normal

This is how I live

But these whispers coming from the headstone

are not ones of the dead

because nobody has been buried here

yet

I hear them speaking of a fallen robot

who reached too far and led to destruction

and a woodsman who was caught up in it

and didn't last long enough

They speak of a magician

who barely got any sort of chance

and someone like me

who brought about our deaths

One grave becomes four

with voices with no ghosts to speak them

they are what will happen

So what

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4/25/22: Wrong or Right

Narrator: Magnificus

You: None

I know something is off

The future is wrong or doesn't fit with the past

Lines of what should and shouldn't happen aren't parallel

and we have reached their intersection

If what happens next is right

If we are supposed to destroy ourselves

and cease to exist

I fail to believe that something could be more wrong

The line of what is right intersects

with the curve of what's wrong

at two different points

I only have two eyes

Right or wrong

Is it written?

Is it known?

Is my knowing wrong?

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4/24/22: Sacrifices

Narrator: Leshy

You: None

Sacrifices must be made

It has been this way ever since the beginning

A constant in the world

Every life comes with at least one death

except the ones that don't matter

It's rather grim, but part of the world

But there are places without sacrifices

Instead of blood there are shining jewels or electricity

How can you be sure they're real?

It's not equal, it's not balanced, it's not living

If sacrifices aren't made, life isn't enough

Have they betrayed the constant, or have I been wrong?