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A Lampshade
I’m sitting on a blue velvet chair, wearing a black silk kimono robe with gold leaf print on it. You’re sitting across from me wearing whatever you’d like to be wearing. Once I have your attention, I sling my left leg over the arm of the chair
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When the Village Seer Is Wrong
Bishop Shelly led me deep into the primeval woods. These were not the bleeding barks of the Jungle, mind; rather, the bleached bone wood of the Homeworld. It was sacred, indeed, but lacked the same visceral terror that Meezed’s impossibly dense jungles commanded. Walking carefully and in step with
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Places of Residence
The house layout is the same, but the overlay is different. You might ask what I mean by that, and I can explain that it’s a metaphor. People now—your now, in the 21st Century, not mine, in the 32C—like to think about reality in computer science terms.
Secret of Secrets
What’s the Secret of Secrets?
So. I wrote a little booklet thingy years ago to try and introduce new readers to the Secretsverse. It is in need of revision, and since Tablo has more or less abandoned its author profile UX after destroying it, imma do it here, instead. Frankly this could be its own
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Resolutions
There are a number of chapters that have gotten transformed, reworked, or just kind of shuffled off, I say. Like the one about resolutions. I pick up a cigarette that’s burning in the diamond-shaped, royal blue crystal ashtray on my desk, have a drag, then continue, “I’m going
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Reading the Backbone
A New Introduction by the Author for the 2023 Crowd
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How I Am Presenting My Dungeon
Basically, I’m walking you through it like a sort of solo rpg. It’s going to be a bit more narrative than that, and less choice driven. But my hope is it will be an entertaining way to take in the information rather than simply saying, “Be sure to
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Death Shroud
What we don’t like to talk about is how death makes things easier. There’s less to do, less to look after. Life can go on. I hear the click of the Zippo, turn my head and speak over my shoulder, without really turning around. “Was it you?” I
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No One Ever Does
This is one of those chapters that opens with me writing, and you talking to me. I’m not sure how we ended up with this format. Like, is that something I want or need? Is it something you want? Do we like doing it together? You say whatever you
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On a Precipice of Dream’s Edge
We stand on the precipice, you and I, of dream’s edge. If you’re inclined to to look down, you first see a cosmos, similar to what you may have seen through that fancy new telescope. Assuming that doesn’t scare you off or lure you in, next forms
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Looked Over
I light uppa smoke as Bit and I walk to the restaurant where we’re supposed to meet Avan. If you don’t remember Bit or Avan, don’t worry about it, babe. They’re two friends of mine; that's all you need to know right now. “I