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[[As the world bleeds thoughts,]]

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**WHY** **WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS** **I |L1>[LOVE] YOU** (click:?L1)[[**I LOVE YOU**->I LOVE YOU]] **I LOVE |Y1>[YOU] AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME** (click:?Y1)[**YOU (link-replace:"UNGRATEFUL")[(link-replace:"WRETCHED")[(text-color:red)[HEARTLESS]]] THING**] **[[WHY]]**

camel here, no feline for knowing for. hell. i command you to feel me. in your body you feel me. can you feel me. i command you to feel me. from the top to the bottom you feel me. (text-color:#d93a11)[i love you] [[back->here]]

Your thoughts becoming your own, novels of diary entry, ten hundred years lived. Shifting like tectonic rock of antarctic that holy land that one hump being of smothered unimound, the selfsame snow there *selves* time -- gulf-rapaciously. let a sleeping dog tell the truth, eh? I don't know about you but at the end of all time i wouldn't have had it any other way. [[the fatbergs of crys-ratiocination are melt the globe you are is warming. your cheeks flush as your mind is allowed to untaut]]

back into a selfsame bolus [[As the world bleeds thoughts back into a selfsame bolus]]

[**The camel has a single hump;**] (event: when time > 2s)[**The dromedary, two;**] (event: when time > 4s)[**Or else the other way around.**] (event: when time > 6s)[**I’m never sure.** [[***ARE yOU????*** ->here]]]

(set:$love to 0)(for:each _i, ...(range:1,35))[(link-reveal:"**LOVE YOU**", (text-color:red))[(set:$love to it + 1)(if:$love >= 35)[(goto:"....")]] ]

**whyyyyyyy** its dying screech echoes (text-color:#aaa)[echoes] (text-color:#555)[echoes and fades]. you're free. |free>[you're free.] (click:?free)[**|free2>[ENMD(LESS)]**] (click:?free2)[**M EnDEADEnnD**] As the whole world [[bleeds]], You begin to digest //it// again. [[As the whole world bleeds| back into a selfsame bolus]]

You mourning morning thing. You sunrise sadnd thing. Youre [[here]] aren't yuou: ?

swollen stalagmite thought rigor- -mortissed to dripping !: (O, to drip dripping as they were) swollen stalagwight thought rigor- their salubrious selves up and up-spun, an eidomilk swhirlpool whorl-draining through the unsmeltable glass pain of the past, like a ghost trying to hold water like a bowl, or a sandwich of milk-and-glass away. sandwitch Sky(flood)light. sky(//milk//flood)light. which flowing in a whirlpool curdle curdle congealing more-than sensorium and for the last. the clout keeper the sky geyser scraping, the now spindles out to erway. to yr ol elsewhere nao! that anew e.w. be coming here nao ye-ar, across all distancess! fuck off! no way! that's really exciting! :3 <<<< are we free? are we feelin feline yet?\ yes. that three faced reclamation. aweee yea ahhaha!

you want this beast this room to hurt as much as you have your own hurt. the blood runs rapidly as you ka'clink ka blink and down down down, splatterings of bloods flie forth and scattery beyond and before all that it splashes and it splooooshes and it goes thunk in the night there isn't cannot isn't cannot be any sort of treasure or dabloom or doublin in that you can be found here , no you purling naysayer, you can't even beyond think of what is beyond there, you just want it to jhurt and your thoughts still entwined you are feeling each semblances of the pain that the beast is feeling, and you are not happy. you could NEVER be happy ever again. there is not pleasure here. but it must suffer. every beast must suffer.you are filled with more hatrrede that can ever be understood. you want to dig your way to the beast's [[heart]] and grip it tight until it stops and then with its spirit extinguished you cna makeyunbe e oh wait what's this oh there is [[treasure]] buried afterall

(if:$money < 10)[You can't afford his wares.](else:)[The shopkeeper sells you a face for 10 moneys.(set:$faces to it + 1)] [[<->stone1]]

**I REMEMBER YOU** **LET ME REMEMBER** **LET ME BE ENOUGH** **I LOVE YOU** [[i love you too->happyending]] [[fuck you camel->piss]]

(set: $wielded_thing to "") using the shard of glass as a boxcutter there is a archway of stacked stone... objective.... right.. the camel roomn is trying to distract you with melancholy FUCK that. You have to fight back man. [[proceed->stone]]

(text-color:#5e2410)[when you started properly mending and molding your flesh together it wasn't it wasn't it wasn't enough you had to give up your thoughts as well i mean really for what purpose would you ever need to think?] (text-color:#9c3614)[the camel is opalescent and transcendent. beautiful and squishy against your tongue, you feel like finally you understood what all this blood and meat was working towards. you are obedient. and in this obedience there is bliss. when you were young you didn't know how to leave the cavern. you just stood there and looked up at the sky and it hurt your eyes, you gentle timid little thing . so timid . so tiny . small and smaller still] (text-color:#d93a11)[and with something as small as you why would you ever, ever ever dream of something more expansive you do not ever leave the room instead your flesh entwines the walls and the glorious pain that surrounds you makes you feel a euphoria beyond your ever every understanding . i mean why would you ever not . .... you will be the fourth hump] (text-color:#5e2410)[**END**]

(if:$purple is true)[(enchant:?Passage, (text-color:#96d))]

you make it to the heart. you (text-style:"shudder")[(link-reveal: "stab at it ")[(link-reveal:"stab at it ")[(link-reveal: "stab at it ")[(link-reveal: "stab at it ")[(link-reveal:"stab at it ")[stab at it and then it [[....]]]]]]]]

(set: $wielded_thing to "shard of glass") [[YOu]] stand in front of a wall and a [[roonm]]. You are inside the roonm, and it hums into your mind through a projected after image of a camel cleft three face. [[:3]] its soothing quadrepidal [[thoughts]] froth up into your mind like so many burgeouning wildflowering weeds. dandelion mentation imposed, choke throbbing your head. any moisture of your own thoughts, the ones choked by the camel mind, any self adulation dew harvested in this plush living padded cell go towards [[swelling]]. it speaks that to you as if s Are you pissed off? or are you content to have this camel think your thoughts for you. [[i'm pissed off. think lobes of mine wanna regain itself->piss]] [[why would i ever want to think again-->happyending]] (set: $space_contemplation_count to 0)

(set: $sculpture to "beautiful") you will carry this beauty with you and whenever your thoughts may strap you will remember to gaze upon the visiage of the art that you have made [[proceed]]

you continue to scuplt the wood, you need to place a little bit of beauty in such a horrifically turgid place. turgid turgid turgid turgid turgid turgid. you don't know what turgid mean you continue to make finer and finer details,,, eac individual leaf, each individual cell, each individual atom. alll are represented in this great display of love for the folliage you can barely remember now suplanted by the thoughts of the beast you but you can break through. you can claw your way through ( ( METAPHORICALLY) ) and y you might be able to use this to remember yourself [[offer the sculpture to the camel->offer]] [[keep the sculpture for yourself->keep]]

you paint your flesh canvas purple (text-color:#96d)[now it is purple] (set:$purple to true) [[wake->piss]]

(set: $wielded_thing to "")you shear a thin void, the space is dark and sickly and trends down. tearing up the wall with your glass shard, your only possession. leaves you another [[thought->thought i]] comes [[proceed]]

you push the sculpture up against the wall. the flesh envelops it, and it slowly dissolves into the wall. you hear and feel a vibration..... one of pleasure, in fact. it is happy. does that make you happy do you also press yourself against the wall? do you also want to offer yourself and perhaps maybe it's not so bad to give yourself up to the pleasure of this camel [[yes->happyending]] [[no->proceed]]

Is that too this camel room(n) thinking for you? Okay start again. what do you physically see. the six cardinals perch in [[selfline]]: [[the east wall]] [[the ceiling]] [[the north wall]] [[the west wall]] [[the south wall]] [[the floor]] {(if: $space_contemplation_count > 10 and $wielded_thing is "shard of glass")[ [[lucid]] ]}

(set:$walkaway to it + 1)(if:$walkaway < 16)[okay whatever time to just keep [[walking forward->proceed]] [[or not->piss]]](else:)[you have walked away from camelas. END]

An m with three humps? A bespliced poet dromidary, selflump thrice with bergs of salubrious waterfat. [[back->here]]

you curl up. you are so tired. so sleepy. entering snooze. . . . . . . . . . . snooze entered. you dream of a white expanse. [[make it purple]]

shards of broken glass raining down like painful snowflakes. your image of your own face is nothing but a spiderweb of cracks now. (link-replace:"pick up a piece of what was you")[memory hurts.(set:$wielded_thing to "shard of glass")] [[do you remember yourself]] [[<->piss]]

you clutch hold holdering the irregular shape. you clutch holding it now? holdering (?) yea you are arent you. pshhhh You clutch holding the re manence? you the chain rattle bottle broke. clutch held! no hold holdering, lo! look down, your palm bleeds there, verile your clums; clumsying! so sorry there clumsy. you clutch a snook snookered. embarassing and unfortunato :((( a camel casket? really?. A ha ha ha ha! ! You're stuck here! ahhhhh cmon it wouldnt [[AND BEHIND THAT|east wall cut]]

(set: $wielded_thing to "") using the glass shard as a boxcutter you carve out a tall tree of wood... this is pointless. you can't keep this up. [[keep it up]] [[sleep it up]]

You are standing in front of an [[archway]], obliterat stone chunkings litter the floor and smolder. And a jester is climbing the stairs, the trining loaves of hat weigh themselves down with bellend weight, ringing softly with the gait reascension. Above you a city from trilleons ago moves with a changing that changes. The soft flesh of your cheeks are two and upturned-wet, with the runoff and away of melting unminds. Eidobergs you whisper an ice age. , and the visions once old and now now-new blear with a bone deep river gushing of lifeblood from the mouths of happiness And catharsis And relief. And there is a jester climbing the stairs still, from here you can first handsee: their windingstaircase path. Illuminated by a light from above, and stairs back; alight from within. And Those tolling bells of gesture? :suspendancing with your climb, They are the bells of life,; the music notes of an anamnesis liquid and impossibly clear. drowned church like geyserpool, beneath ocean of ethanol singingue. And the psychopomp duelist that consigned you to hell. Where is that dour soul now? You giggle in your crying and a skip squirms stepwise into the bipedal you. //Who cares???// And there is a jester gazing up now, at the nightsky clouds of Italy. Starlit in a night, life after morning.

the stone is still fuzzy and furry don't you fucking think youre no longer in flesh but only if you look closely. the stone muffles the thoughts of your lord your master your love NO you are not in love you think to yourself (THAT IS ONE OF YOUR OWN THOUGHTS!!!!!), that is the melancholy... but also you would be so so so deeply alone if you were only with your own thoughts wouldn't you?? [[turn back. embrace the thoughts so hard they supplant your own->happyending]] [[turn not back i.e. forward->stone1]]

you encounter the shopkeeper he is too tall. you don't like it. gross . but he still has all of his face. better than what you have (if:$money > 0)[[buy]] [[proceed]] [[piss]]

nourishing the roomn. growing the lobes hanging down. orion adorning the ceiling's east [[back->here]]

a low ceiling here, right now its winter so its so contracted that you have to stoop beneath the ceiling. the four foot by four foot skylight window, of unsmeltable glass sits in its windowpain above you. sometimes it rattles in its housing when the knee joint walls pop with changing temperatures. you spend most of your saddest times staring out at that cloudless sky. Twelve hours of cornflower sky before the indigo nights. Why does roomn allow you to see the sun and the moon? It absterges the clouds and stars from the sky. In a line like that gets longer as the days get longer and contracts in the winter. Its trying to get into your head again. the four corners of the ceiling keep the sky up like some sad dying thing next to a pool next to a desert house. alive and murdered. [[the north west corner]] [[the north east corner]] [[the south east corner]] [[the south west corner]] [[<->piss]]

The cartilege beneath the living fur, sometimes it pops in the night when you are sleeping and you get jealous of your benefactor here because they are kept warm enough... objective.... right Cartilege behind the fur and behind the skin, and behind that? you're holding something? if you are its: {(if: $wielded_thing is "shard of glass")[ [[something]] AND BEHIND THAT??? [[CUT WALL->east wall cut]] ]} [[<->piss]]

You, you can decide again. After the hump thing deicide, the mindself cavitious cavern. Plato's head is split open and the spelunkers inside are out the fuck skybox. Out the fuck skybox! [[space congeals a round space congealing]]

hoofstretched, a flat plane of keratin blisters your chapped and bloody feet. Standing on this floor ((if: $clothes is "")[You feel naked standing because you're not wearing any clothes.] You lust in your memory for the glossy linoleum of the beforeheres. {(if: $wielded_thing is "shard of glass")[ [[burrow deeper]] ]} [[nothing here but blisters->piss]]

a mirror hands in the north east corner. a swollen, boody, and altogether abhorrent thing is trapped behind. (if:$smashed is true)[[smash it more->smash it]](else:)[smash it] [[<->piss]]

The wall glints with moisture, and as you approach your nostrils are defiled by its sweetness. Cartilege behind the fur and behind the skin, and behind that? {(if: $wielded_thing is "shard of glass")[ [[cut wall->north wall cut]] ]} [[<->piss]]

the colon vee of the devil this one speaks to you but not today it seems. [[<->piss]]

the ex di of lucifer. the face of that which crosses. [[<->piss]]

White cartilege speckles the walls like black spots in your vision. You think of what your benefactor must see outside itself. A place is always made by something, if not of flesh and bone then what? Cartilege behind the fur and behind the skin, and behind that? {(if: $wielded_thing is "shard of glass")[ [[cut wall->south wall cut]] ]} [[<->piss]]

the three face of satan. the three face of the three humped thing. [[<->piss]]

The wall moves, shuddering, aching. The cartilege tweaks and turns almost like the clouds outside your window. Cartilege behind the fur and behind the skin, and behind that? {(if: $wielded_thing is "shard of glass")[ [[cut wall->west wall cut]] ]} [[<->piss]]

"verb To cease from, leave off, or discontinue verb To interrupt, arrest, or check (a course, proceeding, or process, etc.) verb To fill the hole or holes in (a wall, a decayed tooth, etc.) verb To close (a fingerhole) in order to produce a particular note from a wind instrument " [[thinking is hard->piss]]

"In music, damped with a mute: as, clarinetto sordo, a damped or muffled clarinet; tromba sorda, a damped or muffled trumpet." "noun A rapid, involuntary, oscillatory motion of the eyeball. noun In medicine, involuntary lateral oscillatory (sometimes rotatory, rarely vertical) motion of the eyes. noun (Med.) A rapid involuntary oscillation of the eyeballs. noun rapid involuntary eye movement, usually lateral noun involuntary movements of the eyeballs; its presence or absence is used to diagnose a variety of neurological and visual disorders " " noun The branch of theology dealing with the nature and means of salvation. noun A discourse on health; the art of promoting and preserving health; hygiene. noun That branch of theology which treats of the salvation of men through Jesus Christ. noun A discourse on health, or the science of promoting and preserving health. noun (Theol.) The doctrine of salvation by Jesus Christ. noun theology The study or doctrine of salvation. noun the branch of Christian theology that deals with salvation as the effect of a divine agency " .... and so on.. forever incessantly... [[back->here]]

(set: $money to 20) holy shit it's (text-style:"outline")[**$20**]. nice. you could buy something with this you are no longer that mad at the being camel it room you are still covered in its blood though (set: $clothing to "blood") [[back->piss]]

(set: $wielded_thing to "") using the glass shard as a boxcutter you carve music from the wall. it rumbles and leaks into your ears. the song tells you to relax. the song begs you to wither. but its a liar you know well. [[listen to its song nevertheless->happyending]] [[proceed]]

[[(stop contemplating this)|piss]] They the six they cluster darkpair twinning now, to globes of profuse [[eye]] go back and look what you've got. go back and look what you've got to call your self your own? turns of phrase tide turning. and a chockatruce consistency like a cool of green candle. [[YOu]] nmust learn your lesson, do not damn yourself to a life of idle ponderance. you must learmn your lesson. do not go thinking about this again. go back and look what YOu've got to call YOur self. its easy to get lost in the room that has no other. do not tell nme you have not been warned. (set: $space_contemplation_count to $space_contemplation_count+1)

(event: when time > 8s)[<img src="mn_alt_cover3.png" width="666" height="666"> ] CW: [[CONTINUE|ENTER]]

[[(stop contemplating this)|piss]] profuse of three-iris each godeye is, and of three retina, too, in-turned and immense, and liking glass a smoked eye glassly , eye with a cockney pool of cataract [[wax]] crust over all and about: there is a roll-mirthly overtaunt in the ways it revels now wallowed eyes wallowing. in what do they wallow? the unclean casking of unknown aways. Like gloating, [[it]] exists. but that isn't mny fault, is it? (set: $space_contemplation_count to $space_contemplation_count+1)

[[(stop contemplating this)|piss]] And thus, the cardinals perch on chickenlegs cement. stuck-standing in a bath of blind and glaring bale. like water features of an abandoned garden, from beneath this-that- -shield pool of unlight the bale, it flows, bubbling up like retina-black; like fetid. like oil overtop water, like pitch pitching tears the bale-oil is shed, annointing the screaming populus. a mob of [[one]] or two. "into a higher or lower dimension." (set: $space_contemplation_count to $space_contemplation_count+1)

[[(stop contemplating this)|piss]] one passenger parsonage in a meat room aha! in a meat room aha! your mind feet are chap ground to femurchodes by thine eons shed: the wandering floor of silver and sand and quickpaper: oragami hallways cavernous of spent-all all-of-all -of all -of all , pissed out squandersquell, hissing yourself liquid on the lobes that never came: what you call your brain abandoned you long ago. it was never yours to begin with. the brain left to visit another much more worthwhile creature. you haven't ever not been more: phenomenon of a tumor, a mewling and insane mind, pus drunk on faucet food. water that tastes like blood and and and the runoff behind-running between your no-fingers and oaunterneath the blowhole bellend of your cerebral spinal flute tapeworm temperatures and masturbation trick. you hue-and-cry and sponch at and the world and declare me to be you. you is like water and oil. poured from a prospectors cup you is over rocks of bone were once a computer. mnind your manners!! for you are delirious and I hate you. (set: $space_contemplation_count to $space_contemplation_count+1)

[[stop contemplating this|piss]] this "orb" so aforementioned. the space behind your human eyeballs where your human brain ought be [[it|it2]] lies there now: (set: $space_contemplation_count to $space_contemplation_count+1)

GODEYE/TUMOR GALORE IT GAVORTS NOW. AND IT GALORES. AND IN IT'S GALORE GAVORTING IT GAVORT-GAVAGES YOU. TO BE CLEAR: ALL THE YOU-SLIVERS UP AND OUT. HOOVERED AWAY LIKE PASTRY HAM INTO THE UNYIELDING AND LENTICULAR MAW OF A HURRICANE. i did not put it put it there. that god eye gagllorpelago. aevery man an island? yes, and then europe is eaten whole. by see's rising tide. i am just trying to help you, you poor thing. six way space of the xyz: i have tried to shelter you from most of the in instants it is. you simply must believe me that it is there waiting for you were you ever to leave. the space behind your eyes, it occupies the capacity of your head and torments you. the one place in the room i have not made bare for you. it, more than i, is your antecedence and your enemy. "but where is the other?" the other god eye? you misunderstood the question, and you are insane (set: $space_contemplation_count to $space_contemplation_count+1)

if there's one thing you hate its LIARS. youse your tool to dig-into. excavate the unknown, brave the cave [[behind your eyes.]]

Hey its me, one of the shackled masons that made this game. DIY here! You the player write this scene: write a scene of what our hero finds in their expedition of digging with a glass shard to find what's behind their eyes! Is this them committing suicide? Or is there something otherworldly about this otherworld they inhabit? If they don't die, what POSSIBLY could be going on? it's up to you! hahaha. Whatever your answer is, tell it to no one. No matter how much they ask. it is your youres

And a jester is climbing the stairs, the trining loaves of hat weigh themselves down with bellend weight, ringing softly with the gait reascension. [[-->]] You giggle in your crying and a skip squirms stepwise into the bipedal you. //Who cares???// And there is a jester gazing up now, at the nightsky clouds of Italy. Starlit in a night, life after morning.

Above you a city from one thousand years ago moves with a changing that changes. The soft flesh of your cheeks are two and upturned-wet, with the runoff and away of melting unminds. Eidobergs you whisper an ice age. , and the visions once old and now now-new blear with a bone deep river gush of lifeblood from the mouths of happiness And catharsis And relief. [[--->]]

And there is a jester climbing the stairs still, from here you can first handsee: their windingstaircase path. Illuminated by a light from above, and stairs back; alight from within. And Those tolling bells of gesture? :suspendancing with your climb, They are the bells of life,; the music notes of an anamnesis liquid and impossibly clear. drowned church like geyserpool, beneath ocean of ethanol singingue. And the psychopomp duelist that consigned you to hell. Where is that dour soul now? [[---->]]

You giggle in your crying and a skip squirms stepwise into the bipedal you. [[//Who cares???//]]

And there is a jester gazing up now, at the nightsky clouds of Italy. Starlit in a night, life after morning.