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*consumes Popeye without even noticing*
*whistles quietly to self*
*waits*
you know, you could have a-voided that discussion entierly.You snappin' your trap at me, Daddio, or is it the Voice of the Void speaking?Wasn’t me. I got sucked in... like a vacuum...
You snappin' your trap at me, Daddio, or is it the Voice of the Void speaking? Wasn’t me.
The universe is the totality of all that every was, or is, or will be. Asking me to save it is a little bit like asking a mitochondria to fix your carburetor.
You saw nothing...
Any of us co--
Clearly the aspirant has discovered the paradox of life. That for each good thing that enters a life, a bad thing also enters. However, realizing on average that this is life, is a step towards enlightenment, and failing to realize the careful balance they live within is a recipe for failure. Failure... which is really success?
Space: It's Mostly Me!™You're so full of yourself! It's all I've got!
Space: It's Mostly Me!™
If I cast subjective reality on the sun does that mean it becomes night time, but only for me?If you're close enough to cast Subjective Reality on the Sun, you have bigger problems than night time. Well, first you cast subjective reality on the empty space between you and the sun. Once that pesky 93 million miles of vacuum is out of the way, you quicken cast it again on the sun. #science
Unless your GM is a mereological nihilist...
Ooo! What if you went back to Vyre once every decade since Aroden passed the Test of the Starstone and murdered all street urchins alive at that time? Eventually, you'd be sure to get Norgorber... EDIT: The best part about this plan is where you sacrifice said urchins to Father Skinsaw. Time-killing is so fraught with irony...
Aeons. Rogue aeons. The gods never saw it coming. Rogue aeons are achieving universal balance by reducing the equation to 0. Think of it as a cosmic immune over-response.
If they did, I'm sure it balanced out later when another one healed me, because That's How The Neutral Alignment Works, Right??? You or maybe some other kobold. Or maybe they just fixed a squeaky step in an old house. The ways of the Monad are beyond mortal ken, and the cosmic fix-it-things work in the cracks of uncorrelated consciousness.
Did an aeon hurt you?
The woooooorrrst Oh, quit yer monadin'...
No one wins. Ever.
Your wish is granted by the person you love most in the world. I wish for nothing.
Dupes of the Grinning Moon The Pathfinder Society gathers relics from across Golarion. The choicest of these they bring to Absalom, to store in a vault. And when a critical mass of magical items (or a particular set of harmonically resonant items--opinions vary on this point) are brought together, there will be a catastrophe. The echoes of this catastrophe will ring across the multiverse, dislodging Groetus from his place high above the Boneyard. He will descend, bringing the end. Explore. Report. Cooperate. Doom.
People... I know people... you wouldn't know them, they don't live here.
You don't know me! Everybody, I do not know this person!
Prep endure elements. And also, if you can, endure elephants. And don't open it. Never open it.
...no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
Nothing to see here...
How retro do you want it. Planck Epoch. Or earlier, if you can. Back when it was quiet... so quiet...
I got nothing to add.
So what you're saying is...a void exists. ;) Technically speaking (the best kind of speaking), doesn't a void not exist? Not that I'd know anything about it... who am I to quibble, after all?
so what generation would immortals go in? Just curious, not that I am, or am claiming to be, but you know, if someone actually were immortal ... Generation Highlander. And they are only immortal... so far...
Yes... yes... attempt to stack the sacred and the profane... put them close together in equal amounts... yes...
Groetus. Because I like quiet.
It's the fear that everything is meaningless, that life, the universe, and everything was just a big accident, a meaningless blip in the constant nothingness that is the ideal state. Oi! No need to get personal! |