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NYARLATHOTEP RAISED HIS THOUSAND FISTS TO THE SKY AND SCREAMED, AND AS HE SCREAMED, THE WORLD ITSELF FELL THROUGH THE ABYSS
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Nyarlathotep... the crawling chaos... I am the last... I will tell the audient void...
I do not recall distinctly when it began, but it was months ago. The general tension was horrible. To a season of political and social upheaval was added a strange and brooding apprehension of hideous physical danger; a danger widespread and all-embracing, such a danger as may be imagined only in the most terrible phantasms of the night. I recall that the people went about with pale and worried faces, and whispered warnings and prophecies which no one dared consciously repeat or acknowledge to himself that he had heard. A sense of monstrous guilt was upon the land, and out of the abysses between the stars swept chill currents that made men shiver in dark and lonely places. There was a demoniac alteration in the sequence of the seasons the autumn heat lingered fearsomely, and everyone felt that the world and perhaps the universe had passed from the control of known gods or forces to that of gods or forces which were unknown.
And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences of electricity and psychology and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare. Never before had the screams of nightmare been such a public problem; now the wise men almost wished they could forbid sleep in the small hours, that the shrieks of cities might less horribly disturb the pale, pitying moon as it glimmered on green waters gliding under bridges, and old steeples crumbling against a sickly sky.
I remember when Nyarlathotep came to my city the great, the old, the terrible city of unnumbered crimes. My friend had told me of him, and of the impelling fascination and allurement of his revelations, and I burned with eagerness to explore his uttermost mysteries. My friend said they were horrible and impressive beyond my most fevered imaginings; and what was thrown on a screen in the darkened room prophesied things none but Nyarlathotep dared prophesy, and in the sputter of his sparks there was taken from men that which had never been taken before yet which showed only in the eyes. And I heard it hinted abroad that those who knew Nyarlathotep looked on sights which others saw not.
It was in the hot autumn that I went through the night with the restless crowds to see Nyarlathotep; through the stifling night and up the endless stairs into the choking room. And shadowed on a screen, I saw hooded forms amidst ruins, and yellow evil faces peering from behind fallen monuments. And I saw the world battling against blackness; against the waves of destruction from ultimate space; whirling, churning, struggling around the dimming, cooling sun. Then the sparks played amazingly around the heads of the spectators, and hair stood up on end whilst shadows more grotesque than I can tell came out and squatted on the heads. And when I, who was colder and more scientific than the rest, mumbled a trembling protest about imposture and static electricity, Nyarlathotep drove us all out, down the dizzy stairs into the damp, hot, deserted midnight streets. I screamed aloud that I was not afraid; that I never could be afraid; and others screamed with me for solace. We swore to one another that the city was exactly the same, and still alive; and when the electric lights began to fade we cursed the company over and over again, and laughed at the queer faces we made.
I believe we felt something coming down from the greenish moon, for when we began to depend on its light we drifted into curious involuntary marching formations and seemed to know our destinations though we dared not think of them. Once we looked at the pavement and found the blocks loose and displaced by grass, with scarce a line of rusted metal to show where the tramways had run. And again we saw a tram-car, lone, windowless, dilapidated, and almost on its side. When we gazed around the horizon, we could not find the third tower by the river, and noticed that the silhouette of the second tower was ragged at the top. Then we split up into narrow columns, each of which seemed drawn in a different direction. One disappeared in a narrow alley to the left, leaving only the echo of a shocking moan. Another filed down a weed-choked subway entrance, howling with a laughter that was mad. My own column was sucked toward the open country, and presently I felt a chill which was not of the hot autumn; for as we stalked out on the dark moor, we beheld around us the hellish moon-glitter of evil snows. Trackless, inexplicable snows, swept asunder in one direction only, where lay a gulf all the blacker for its glittering walls. The column seemed very thin indeed as it plodded dreamily into the gulf. I lingered behind, for the black rift in the green-litten snow was frightful, and I thought I had heard the reverberations of a disquieting wail as my companions vanished; but my power to linger was slight. As if beckoned by those who had gone before, I half-floated between the titanic snowdrifts, quivering and afraid, into the sightless vortex of the unimaginable.
Screamingly sentient, dumbly delirious, only the gods that were can tell. A sickened, sensitive shadow writhing in hands that are not hands, and whirled blindly past ghastly midnights of rotting creation, corpses of dead worlds with sores that were cities, charnel winds that brush the pallid stars and make them flicker low. Beyond the worlds vague ghosts of monstrous things; half-seen columns of unsanctifled temples that rest on nameless rocks beneath space and reach up to dizzy vacua above the spheres of light and darkness. And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep.
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Name: Nyarlathotep
Age: Over 9000 aeons
Race: Lloigor
Connection to Zelda Cannon: An Outer God of the universe
And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Gerudo Valley. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences - of electricity and psychology - and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of a nightmare.
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I've seen worse than this. But yeah, I agree with all of the above.
Americans really are bastards. <33
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Someone battle me. Not Figurehead, though. I'm not ready for any s*** like that. But at least someone who has a decent Uber team (yes, yes, I play Ubers. Because I'm a ******).
My new FC is 3868 - 0697 - 4872. Go go go.
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THIS IS WIN
I'd love to do this, maybe on a ROM or something, but to be honest, I doubt I'd stick with it.
THIS IS WIN
I'd love to do this, maybe on a ROM or something, but to be honest, I doubt I'd stick with it.
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ITT: LL doesn't know who he's dealing with.
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... It's pronounced "dess", idiot.
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Ok so like.
My computer is puppying up majorly. Every now and then purple lines go everywhere, it freezes up, then refuses to restart. I do a system restore, and it just happens again, half an hour later. I'm typing this on my iPod, btw.
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No one does
you cannot comit to anything
And by doing this you are makeing this presumption fact
You are a quiter
You sit on your hands and beg instead of work
Life is not handed to you on a plate you have to work for it befor being born
so now you are wasting your hard work
Don't go for you are funny
furry
This is pretty self-contradictory, seeing as you said he can't commit to anything, but he's committed to being a quitter.
Dumbass.
Also, Silves... :C
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Lol, I'd screwed around with AR so much that my Platinum was basically all hacks. So I started a new game, and got what I needed :3
42 Pokemon missing from HG/SS all up. Almost all Legendaries.
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im 12 and what is this?
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Chill shit, nigga
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Gettin' me some Soul Silver action tomorrow, yo/~
But in all honesty, this is probably going to be one of those games I just can't put down. Then it'll be finished, and I won't bother with it anymore. I'm like that all too often.
Then again, the storyline is massive, plus all of the amazing post-game timewasters... I'm gonna take it slow, get some good leveling in
AND, on my copy of Platinum, I've already got all of the Pokemon unavailable in SS/HG, so Pokedex completion, here I come!
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Who even cares, half my family is Catholic, and I've known from the start I don't like it. Things are just perfect the way they are, I'm not going to start puppying around in other religions now.
Now shut up, I'm reading some Psalms before I go to sleep.
Edit: Aaaah, I see what I did there...
And, by the way:
The ontological argument is an argument for God’s existence based entirely on reason. According to this argument, there is no need to go out looking for physical evidence of God’s existence; we can work out that he exists just by thinking about it. Philosophers call such arguments a priori arguments.
There clearly are certain claims that we can tell are false without even having to look into them to find out. The claim to have made a four-sided triangle, and the claim to be over six feet tall but less than five, for example, are both claims that are obviously false. We know that triangles have three sides. We know that being over six feet tall means being over five feet tall too. No one that understands what the words in these claims mean would think that they might be true. There’s no need to spend time looking for four-sided triangles or tall short people in order to know that there aren’t any.
The ontological argument claims that the idea that God doesn’t exist is just as absurd as the idea that a four-sided triangle does. According to the ontological argument, we can tell that the claim that God doesn’t exist is false without having to look into it in any detail. Just as knowing what “triangle
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The Pope is a dick. Screw Catholicism. Anglicanism > all other Christian religions. Since we don't press our beliefs on people.
They've only got the Pope as some tool to popularize their religion. If you seriously want to believe in God, you can start your own, personal relationship with Him, rather than having to dick around praying for some ass with dementia.
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Yeah, I noticed, then felt like an idiot. >___>
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Wait what Silves I just checked your Wall and saw this link there I'm like my last name isn't Baker you idiot then I saw Sam Baker had commented I was like asdfghjkl does this other Sam guy watch Ray William Johnson? Or not?
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=32vpgNiAH60&feature=channel
This guy has given me something to strive for...
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SOMEONE puppy THIS TOPIC UP, YO
You. Freeloader guy. I used to like most of those bands. I'm with you on the female-vocalist thing, by the way. I can't even listen to Evanescence without cringing >___>
So yeah. I'm mostly into Christian hard rock, now. THANKS A LOT, JESSICA
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POST IT THEN.
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SO I WENT TO THIS PIE SHOP ON THE SIDE OF THE HIGHWAY ONE DAY.
THEY SOLD CROCODILE, EMU AND KANGAROO, SNAKE AND ALL THIS OTHER SORT OF SHIT PIE.
Here you go Cirt :3
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