Replacing my hardwood flooring with a planar black hole. With fire. With a deep pit of plastic globes, with wax the color of raw chicken, with medieval tapestries, with numbers so small they cut your feet
Slide between sizes of body, mind—spend a while as god, a while as slime, stretched between galaxies, soulless and bright... Be a star's dog, die in a fight, live as an angel, live as a place, live as an insect with a human face
Hello, chickenfolk. Long time lurker, first time chicken-keeper. Sorry if this Q is stupid..
So, my rooster learned a spell that teleports him out of the coop. He taught it to 5 other chickens. Do I need to purchase orb of magic negation (expensive) or are there better solutions
@moultano have you played artisans of glimmith? lower order of complexity but its difficulty curve/map was so thoughtful it really raised my awareness of the meta-art of... idk, puzzle-ordering
I want to visit the dreams of my great-great-great-grandchildren, and crawl through their sleep-warped modernity, and infer the future from its projected neural playhouse
Biggest difference from urban vs. rural childhood is in property of dream megastructures—whether the oneiric dolmens are right-angled or organic, conceptually seeded by old trees and fields or escalators through megamall atria
Okay, but what if the vizier had big wet eyes. What if the vizier had soft hair. What if the vizier was slightly incompetent, short-tempered, very sleepy. Would you still execute it for treason
The keyboard has been obsoleted. The interface of the future has arrived. You will no longer languish, pecking at sad, solitary letters.
You will use three sliders to select words directly from the collective lexical unconscious.
Trees are maidens every spring, mothers every autumn, and crones every winter. No matter how large, they awaken innocent; no matter how young, they grow old
I can explain: I thought, wouldn't jack-o'-lanterns be easier if we engineered a pumpkin with bioluminescent innards? Then I thought, well, let's give it flashing photophores. But to coordinate the photophores, the pumpkin required neural tissue,
Creature which masquerades as a rainstorm; but underneath it you would notice that nothing gets wet, that the clouds are strangely furred, and that the droplets have pupils
This may seem inhumane, but the fairies love it. They yearn to split, merge, deform, shatter, throw themselves into blenders, eat magnets, be encased, etc.
When pouring foundation you have to set up a zapper or so many fairies will dive into the cement that they'll compromise its material integrity