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7/4/2025, 6:25:37 AM
6/23/2025, 3:52:09 PM
>>528517107
honestly, i think Asgore knows, or at least has an idea about some Dark World related shit from the Dess disappearance case and got fired for being seen as a conspiracy nutjob by trying to connect this supposed shadow dimension to an actual girl that went missing in his town
honestly, i think Asgore knows, or at least has an idea about some Dark World related shit from the Dess disappearance case and got fired for being seen as a conspiracy nutjob by trying to connect this supposed shadow dimension to an actual girl that went missing in his town
6/17/2025, 3:35:09 PM
Did making this into an ostensibly nintendo related thread actually short-circuit the janny?
6/14/2025, 7:13:47 AM
>>527366069
>Journal Entry No. 606
>It was a quiet evening
>The inside of the church seemed gutted, as though a storm had thrown itself about the room
>Aside from the faintest trace of footsteps and a clear case of breaking and entering, nothing was as it should have been
>Pews that had hosted decades of love and faith, of sorrow and mercy, of remembrance and pain, tossed about like discarded flowers
>Glass, strewn about the ripped carpet and floors like crystal blood thrown from shattered windows
>Even the altar cloth was shredded and darkened in the moon-lit dust
>I had known this place once, and even if I never put much stock in religion, there was always something comforting about faith
>The faith of my wife, the faith of the children, the faith of my friends and neighbors —
>Oftentimes, it was infectious, spreading like some distant happiness I never knew
>But the smiles! The comradery! The love, the family, the cathartic weeping, it was just all so —
>Before I knew it, I was kneeling amongst shards of stained glass and splintered beams before the altar
>"No," I said, "not yet."
>Even if I had resigned myself to it, I wanted to do it right
>The rack was jostled but otherwise intact
>There they sat, a collection of candles with names taped to them
>All those who had helped me in my darkest hours, right alongside those who caused it
>There was a hidden irony to it all, a cosmic joke just waiting for me to laugh
>I picked out the ones I knew and loved, those of my family and my best friends, and brought them atop the altar
>I didn't quite know what would have been the right way, or the best way to do it...
>But, it occurred to me, I needed to light the candles!
>If only I could light them with nothing but whatever passion I have left in me, I would have lit the whole forest alight!
>After digging around for a match, each of the seven named candles were lit, trimmed wicks adorned with humble flames
>I turned inward, clasping my hands and searching hard
>Journal Entry No. 606
>It was a quiet evening
>The inside of the church seemed gutted, as though a storm had thrown itself about the room
>Aside from the faintest trace of footsteps and a clear case of breaking and entering, nothing was as it should have been
>Pews that had hosted decades of love and faith, of sorrow and mercy, of remembrance and pain, tossed about like discarded flowers
>Glass, strewn about the ripped carpet and floors like crystal blood thrown from shattered windows
>Even the altar cloth was shredded and darkened in the moon-lit dust
>I had known this place once, and even if I never put much stock in religion, there was always something comforting about faith
>The faith of my wife, the faith of the children, the faith of my friends and neighbors —
>Oftentimes, it was infectious, spreading like some distant happiness I never knew
>But the smiles! The comradery! The love, the family, the cathartic weeping, it was just all so —
>Before I knew it, I was kneeling amongst shards of stained glass and splintered beams before the altar
>"No," I said, "not yet."
>Even if I had resigned myself to it, I wanted to do it right
>The rack was jostled but otherwise intact
>There they sat, a collection of candles with names taped to them
>All those who had helped me in my darkest hours, right alongside those who caused it
>There was a hidden irony to it all, a cosmic joke just waiting for me to laugh
>I picked out the ones I knew and loved, those of my family and my best friends, and brought them atop the altar
>I didn't quite know what would have been the right way, or the best way to do it...
>But, it occurred to me, I needed to light the candles!
>If only I could light them with nothing but whatever passion I have left in me, I would have lit the whole forest alight!
>After digging around for a match, each of the seven named candles were lit, trimmed wicks adorned with humble flames
>I turned inward, clasping my hands and searching hard
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