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The Gate to Paradise was underwater so that the Blob could not enter it, but the boys let it in through other means, bypassing the Horizon Guardian, who was meant to stop all evils from passing into Paradise. It is both fortunate and unfortunate, for many different reasons. The Saint (Ball) was meant to inherit Paradise and thus finish it, using parts of the world it had seen to create a wonderland of all the world's greatest features... but arrived at its gates in a broken state from the trauma of being forced through the Three Paths and being so close to the Blob for so long. Paradise was likewise shattered, for there was no one to finish it. GOD, in sadness, tried to pass the Saint into Paradise, but it failed. The boys entered into Shattered Paradise, finding only trees and a section of road, the only features that the Saint had seen in its brief life in the world, the most familiar and the most wonderful time it had. Paradise rejected them. GOD could do nothing. All was ruined, and the Devil, the Blob, was rapidly approaching. GOD closed the Second Path, having no other choice but to do so. GOD elected the vehicle which had walked all three paths as the Jailor. GOD turned the boys into Beam N and G, the bars which crossed over the Second Path to lock it away so the Devil could never pass through. The Jailor was the key to this lock, for if it were ever destroyed, Beam NG would drift apart and the seal would come undone. And the Saint? It was broken. It could never be unbroken. Paradise rejected it, condemning it to the Time Ring with Beam NG and the Jailor. A fate it did not deserve, and could not be rescued from. The Devil is contained, but the cost is mighty. Paradise can never be completed, the Three Paths can never be walked along again, and the Saint, Beam NG, and the Jailor have lost the right to exist as anything but a set of locks and keys. Perhaps it was worth it, perhaps it was not. We'll never know what could have happened.

#why did I do this #Car Boys #...#TANHE

Last night, when I went out on my front porch, I saw the biggest spider I had ever seen in my entire life.

Even bigger than the ones in the movies.

It spun a web between Earth and the Moon, and I was filled with a deep and horrible dread as I struggled to picture what it could be trying to catch.

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The Devil's face twisted into rage as the clever wise men tricked him, denying him victory in their little wager. He cursed and spat upon their names as he retreated back to Hell, vowing one day to return and claim their souls. But he wouldn't need to. From the shadows he watched as they celebrated their victory, and allowed himself a small, smug smile. God wouldn't care that they had won his wager, only that they accepted it in the first place. Winning just meant he had to wait. They'd end up down here eventually.

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"Do not listen to any promises it makes, to any bargains it offers you. Everything it promises to give are things you've already received. It will steal your memories and sell them back to you, convincing you that what you already have is what you've always wanted. It will steal the very clothes off your back and make you believe that you've always been naked. "All it knows is taken from others. All it has, it has stolen. If it approaches you, hold your breath, cover your ears, close your mind, and listen to nothing it says. Watch nothing it does. Do not dwell on any encounter, during or after it has happened. The longer you are around it, the more it can take from you. The longer you think about it, the easier it is for it to find you again."

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[the dentist examining my teeth suddenly yelps in fright as their fingers are snared by strange limbs emerging from my throat. There's a rush of air, the sound of clothes flapping, and an unmistakable, ghoulish cracking noise, before the only sounds in the office are their metal tools clattering onto the floor]

#TANHE #me as I write this: what the fuck

... The coins felt heavy in my hand as I approached the vault, and I could not tell if it was a property of the vault itself or because my own nerves were beginning to fail me. Silver dollars, half-dollars, even a few older coins I had found sure to be worth more than their face value, all things I considered a ‘worthy’ bribe. Perhaps I could have come here with a hundred-dollar bill? An option, but not one I would enjoy taking. I hoped my bribe would make this mysterious machine tell me something, anything, about what it was.

The cameras audibly whirred as they followed my movements, eschewing their usual subtlety. Perhaps it wanted me to know it was watching or, perhaps, it simply wished to get a better look at what I held in my outstretched hand. They felt heavy as a brick now, tossing them in the air to make them audibly clink together requiring a monumental effort on my part. I could feel my body wanting to tremble, and I could not honestly say why. I felt no fear--nervousness, perhaps, but no fear--standing before this goliath machine, this apparent parasite, only curiosity that could not be sated.

“You can have everything here if you answer my questions.” I offered, wondering if it could hear me.

The humming, which had become nothing more than background noise at this point, abruptly ceased. The sudden silence was more deafening than anything I had ever experienced before and struck more fear in me than any gunshot ever has. Startled by the instantaneous lack of sound, I finally dropped the coins to the floor and watched as each of them landed perfectly tails-down, in a small circle at my feet.

Before I could marvel at this phenomena, the door of the vault swung open with a speed that should have torn it from its hinges, yet they did not so much as squeal in protest. The blast of air from the door’s opening was counteracted by a sudden but brief rush of air inwards, pulling me a single staggering step towards it and forcing me to gaze within. Though no light dared to pass the threshold of the vault door to give me even the smallest idea of what was inside, somehow I could tell the darkened space was vastly larger than the machine’s size suggested. Larger than any room in this building, even larger than the building itself.

--excerpt, the Plutocrat, author unknown.

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I watch them now, the workers and the machine they seem to unknowingly serve. They go about their business as if nothing has changed, even as the machine grows throughout the building like a fungus. It never seems to grow as I watch, but I always find new wires where previously there were none, growing meters at a time through concrete and drywall. The workers pay them no mind unless I point them out, stepping over or around tangles without breaking their stride.

It’s watching me, as well. I never fail to notice the hair-thin wires overtaking the cameras which ever-so-subtly turn towards me when it thinks I’m not looking. A thousand eyes watching me... But for what reason? If it is as suspicious of me as I am of it, it is perhaps waiting for me to make a move. What move could I make, though? What justification could I conceive to lash out against it? Aside from its massive growth and mysterious origins, it has done no harm. No one seems to know what it actually does, either, simply feeding a few coins and loose bills into it every now and then as casually as one may toss loose change to a beggar.

It’s taking money from them cents and dollars at a time, but why? This is the question I ponder as I stand before the vault at its center, absentmindedly fiddling with several coins in my pocket. I know it wants them--I can feel them subtly shift towards the vault as if drawn by a magnet. Perhaps if I come with more, I can bribe it to reveal its secrets.

--Excerpt, the Plutocrat, author unknown.

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... Where there was once a shelf of bags and counting machines, computers and printers, there was now a singular device that dominated the entire room with its presence. I’ve never seen a machine like it before, the closest description I can manage being some combination of a bank vault, several industrial printing presses, and a bomb currently in the process of exploding. The entire room seemed to vibrate from the deep humming emanating from the center of the mass: A gigantic, stainless steel door with no visible mechanism to suggest it could be opened.

From the machine came a nightmare of cables and wires in all shapes, sizes, and colors, winding across the walls, ceiling, and floors in ways that resembled the chaotic growth of roots... A description I came to realize was more and more accurate, for as my eyes traced their winding paths I saw in multiple spots the wires had penetrated the walls and ceiling, and even a few digging into the spaces between the tiles on the floor.

From where this machine came I could not say, no one else in the facility appearing to have an answer. When I asked and pointed it out to them, a look of confused realization crossed their face, as if they were just seeing it for the first time.

--Excerpt, The Plutocrat, author unknown.

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