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Short answer to the premise of the game. Couldn't really come up with a poem to start with, so just wrote one based on the idea proposal.
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Toenails of a morning coffee I haven't yet had.
house of leaves you say?
I need a house of beans, and soon.
footnotes so slow I can't really seem to get anywhere.
Luckily, my head isn't following along either.
Sun chucks its rays at the wall, with a visible clunk.
do not fear, there is no sense.
the paths lead from here. What do we meet next?

Teacher says that I've been naughty, I must learn to concentrate.

Electric eel

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Shoe must go on.

Energy drink gummybear unmeltable strawberry icecream

Name five things that make you feel happy

Good coffee.
Calref
Saturday
Dolphins
06:49 in the morning

Chaos or minecraft is fun?
Mine is cake and Latté. I eat too much cake and drink too much Latté. And I sometimes feel even guilty about that, because I could be baking that cake myself, thus spend less money on it.

You really thought it's over?

Once upon a star supernova, twenty six legendary cards descended from our tall card tower. Hooray!
Our newfound love Testlandia, wore splendid magenta fursuit, specifically commissioned to contain BEES! It buzzed through rainbow, over walls yonder, and into the sky. At midnight, Gerald Ford erupted from his volcanic lair, overflowing with meritorious service. Both chambers reloaded their legislative shotguns while removing glistering shirts, heated by lava undershirts. Ford devoured the 535 imperial guards, while copper prices skyrocketed, and legislation stalled.

Meanwhile, the legendary crocodile, Crocodile Irwin, initiated CPR for the legislature of New Hartoria. Mercifully, HS wrote textwalls of nonsense which follows.
Spinning crickets

P: We were built to worship the dead you know?
d: What?
p: Yeah, death, we, we the pyramids were built to worship the fruit of your labor.
Death Hums to themself: "Wait what, I'm talking to a stone, or the stone is talking to me. that makes no sense." 2Lucifer! Anyone! What did you put into my drink?"
D: "I can't get no satisfaction!"
p: "What is this? and yes, you can't get no satisfaction."
D: "The rolling stones, a band. They too, will eventually die. Hahaha."
p: "So what are you if everybody has passed on?"
d: "Look. if life would go extinct then yes, death as a concept would cease to be acknowledged, eventually though even the tardigrades would die. The only moment when I would have an end is when universe would reach the heat death and even then, it would be me in the end, I am the final thing, the definite finite form of any verb that there exists."
p: I object. I am beyond life. I don't live, therefore I can't obviously die either. Thus you can't defeat me.
d: You must have manifested to what ever plain this is to battle me. Whether it is with words, a weapon of your choice or by conceptual power you must manifest here, there fore you can be defeated, you... you... You live, so you can die.
p: But you also have manifested here, so you too can die.
d: Hahaha. die death! death to death! Die one thousand deaths! Everything is about me.
p: Buddhists would say, the thing about death is, everyone will eventually die. But guess what, it doesn't eventually matter. So you don't matter.
d: And you were not built by buddhists, but it doesnt matter either. Everyone will eventually die, rolling stones, Juliette, even Romeo must die.
p: Imagine if humans stopped dying, then...
d: You would have never existed in the first place then. I'm getting tired.
p: Oh come on, I have time.
d: I have time a plenty. It's just, we're not getting anywhere with that argument. Why don't you just die, just give up.
p: Because I'm still standing here. I will eventually crumble that's true. Like the universe will reach the heat death and then be done with. so you too have an end.
d: I doubt, all the physical evidence shows so far that somehow there will generate a new universe which will almost certainly contain death.
p: But then you don't exist?
d: Oh. I do. In the scale of human existence, even in the scale of your existence, I am preety much the final thing. It's just that the grand scale of the matter is much more wider than even I can comprehend. From the quantum jump of sub-atomic particles to the deep reaches of the galaxies and galactic swarms, with the universe more a cycle than a one way trip. Death... (drifts off to thought) Death is just a breakingpoint. The end of something that then starts from that end again.
p: that is not as grim as I would have thought.
d: Heh. And here I was already thinking you're a rockhead. All is not yet lost.
Everybody will eventually die, let's live with this fact. In the meantime, let's get coffee.

   

Waldo

Age:	34
Theme Colour:	Striped
Strength:	Pokes you in the ribbs = 1
Agility:	Now you see them, now you don't = 10
Wits:	Hihihi, camouflage=2
Spirit:	not transparent enough = 1
Magic:	Casting invisibility unsuccessfully since 1987 = 1
Affinity:	shapeshifter in perpetual practice = 5
Command:	come here everybody = 4
Luck:	Mommy! I'm lost! = 1

"Hey! You there! Have you seen Waldo?" Because I sure haven't."
"Waldo wha?"
"Wow, wow, Waldo."
"Waldo ever."
Yes. That is them. The imfamous Waldo. Just when we think we've found them, they disappear again.
Not only that, but they also change their name when they go to a different country. Wally in Britain, Waldo in USA, Vili in Hungary, Volli in Estonia and then they go to Serbia, call themselves Jura and not only haven't we lost Waldo, we're lost ourselves. So sharpen your eyes and focus your pencils, because we're going to find Waldo. Arguably the second most important question in the universe after the one to which only the answer is known:
"Where's Waldo?"

   

Pyramids of Egypt

Age:	More than enough
Theme Colour:	Limestone
Strength:	Sturdy, not strong=0
Agility:	Not going anywhere anytime soon=0
Wits:	Stonehead=0
Spirit:	OMG=2
Magic:	Launching the souls of pharoes to the stars since construction=10
Affinity:	What's that lion there?=2
Command:	We command respect=10
Luck:	They tried to destroy us once, no luck=1

We are pointy.
We are sturdy.
We are not stoned, We are the stone.
And no, not the rolling stone.
Here we  stand, because here we were built.
Before we fight, make sure you have your sarcofagus commissionned, your shroud of the dead, the mask and the book.
don't forget the book.
And maybe you'll get to return as a mummy, if we  so command.

Strawberries are only good if they have some other taste also to them than the sweetness. I just ate 2kg of strawberries in the recent days, would do it again.

Good morning lovely people
I guess I could introduce myself here. Because why not.
I'm Päiv. I go by they/them, nothing else, nothing more, because my mother tongue doesn't have grammatical noun classes or gender as they call it, so I sometimes mix those up in English too. I've been blind since I was born. I joined the community through nationstates, but I've been a non-active player for a while now, and I hang around in the community, because you're all so lovely people. I love to listen to people and provide positive feedback. I'm a musician and a university student, studying both languages and anthropology. I love cats, but get along with most animals reasonably, even with most people. :D

machinery

The irish rattlesnark

Hortobágyi palacsinta. That's a hungarian minced-meat pancake.

Jab

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