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Neither of my posts are about server gods cept the first na dim not even going to write about him.
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Krezack then relised that the reason he had been a "ghost" was because he was being given an opportunity to relise where he was. Krezack looked at the computer and saw many places, one however stood out. It was the tip of a key, a rather large key. Krezack stood in awa at the aura it emitted he then pressed the warp button on the computer almost instincively, he expected of course to be warped to the key, that was not the case however instead he landed in a strange little pub. A strange little empty pub that is.
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"Are we not threatened with a flood of information? And is this not the monstrousness of it: that it crushes beauty by means of beauty, and annihilates truth by means of truth? For the sound of a million Shakespeares would produce the very same furious din and hubbub as the sound of a herd of prairie buffalo or sea billows."
—Stanisław Lem, Imaginary Magnitude (1973)
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