Saya

Update: the algorithm wants my demise

real

sending hugs (or alternative form of support)

How the hell do you talk to people on this platform holy shiiiiit aaaaaagh
I wanna make friens :>>

Excerpt from "Neuromodulation Models, 5th Edition"

Defense Institute of Neurobehavioral Sciences, Länder Nordliche-Insel

A torrent of heaven floods the empty space once known as Lt. Tawny.

A field of white lilies stretches as far as the eye can see, a light breeze gently ruffling their emerald stalks.

Tawny finds herself in the midst of this field, wondering how she got here. [1/?]

Many like to make the claim that the Empire has no need for live heroes, but it’s the same regardless of which banner you're serving under.

The Nation has no need for live heroes either.

War is war. Resources are expended. Sometimes, the resources are people.
And that's okay!

"The performance of the Subject hinges on multiple intrinsic factors. Of these, the most important to instill within the Subject is a constant state of insecurity.

A secure Hound does not have an innate incentive to act. Take away that security, and the Hound will move mountains for Your praise."

Pepperidge farm remembers

Didnt know you were *given* this current name, damn

You jest, but

Hounds don't complain when you have them be a living LUCAS on a prolonged cardiac arrest pt

Hounds don't complain when they're forced by their limited scope of practice to chauffeur you around

Hounds don't complain when you're doing the fun shit like starting IVs and theyre stuck on cleanup

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All too real

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Wonderful /sarcasm
Surely this cant go bad at all

Eh?

Call dispatched as BLS turns into a code

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guh

potat

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Their son (or is it Daughter?) strikes out in vain. Their harrowing song scrapes against deaf ears as they are torn limb-from-limb, their profane gore splayed across the world for all to bear witness!

This must be the path to heaven, right?

They lay claim to hold what is not theirs... they lie, and rob, and kill.

Under their holy banners is spilt the blood of a thousand innocent-
Mothers and Fathers hold their triumphant gore up high, their children whose cold, pale heads lay on pikes of the Father's creation.

"Father, forgive them for they know not what they do..."
And yet the creation, they challenge the creator at every turn, the blood of the sun of man lay spilt before blinded eyes.

"An affront to nature", they say, when it is them that is the affront to the teachings of the son of man!

I think of all the creatures on this earth whose blood spilt becomes legend, whose very survival becomes casus belli.

Do they know any better? Who are we to judge? Who are we to call ourselves human when we know nought but to destroy?

Truly I tell you, we are the ones who ought to know better.

By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept

Come with us, let us lay wait for blood, let us lurk privily for the innocent, without cause...

Thinking about the idea of non-existence

Social media platforms on this scale are Not Healthy for me

back by unpopular demand
how do you people/creatures stay alive on this platform

No real blood so to speak (no hemoglobin)

Instead it has hemolymph, a clear/yellowish cocktail of electrolytes and sugars and everything else the plants crave ig

Maintenance crews not only serve to maintain the mech, but they also serve essential duties in preserving the functions of the Fire Control Group (some call it a Pilot)

Everything from feeding to dressing and cleaning the Fire Control Group

How quarky are you? A Subatomic Personality Quiz - Journal of Astrological Big Data Ecology In this quiz you will find out which quark flavor you are based on personality, mass, spin, charge, and favorite color

You should take the quark personality test
jabde.com/2025/08/24/h...

awawa!!!!