Forwarded from Codename: CLARKINSIDE.
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“RECRUITMENT OF AGENTS CLARK.”
Eventide dawned alongside ponderous thunderstorm. Assemblage agents threshed refurbish networks that wuz unexpectedly outmaneuvered. Paramount and sacrosanct documents were irrecoverable. Onslaught paralyzing and omnishambles ensued. Forthwith, promulgated commandment hereabouts newfound mission deemed crucial and demand accomplished. Headhunting for trustworthy and true-hearted agents earshot beyond the hidden internet.
⎉ Main Level Agents:
Auncles Line,
⎉ First Level Agents:
Oldest Line,
⎉ Second Level Agents:
Middle Line,
⎉ Third Level Agents:
Youngest Line,
Enlightening trueness, deciphering paradoxes, and aggrandize imperishable liaisons with other agents whom poised become your abode. Bear in mind to reexamine the vacant space for yours hither: CLARKINSIDE’S AGENT LIST. Hence, your notable mission awaiting your appearance at @CASA_Robot.
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MISSION STATUS: IN PROGRESS..“RECRUITMENT OF AGENTS CLARK.”
Eventide dawned alongside ponderous thunderstorm. Assemblage agents threshed refurbish networks that wuz unexpectedly outmaneuvered. Paramount and sacrosanct documents were irrecoverable. Onslaught paralyzing and omnishambles ensued. Forthwith, promulgated commandment hereabouts newfound mission deemed crucial and demand accomplished. Headhunting for trustworthy and true-hearted agents earshot beyond the hidden internet.
⎉ Main Level Agents:
Auncles Line,
1996-1999.⎉ First Level Agents:
Oldest Line,
2000-2003.⎉ Second Level Agents:
Middle Line,
2004-2006.⎉ Third Level Agents:
Youngest Line,
2007-2012.Hail and well met, fellow agents of C.L.A.R.K. I, [Your Name and Username], portraying [Your Muse and Year of Born], am prepared to dispatch and ascend meself towards confidential odyssey with The Clarkinside.
Enlightening trueness, deciphering paradoxes, and aggrandize imperishable liaisons with other agents whom poised become your abode. Bear in mind to reexamine the vacant space for yours hither: CLARKINSIDE’S AGENT LIST. Hence, your notable mission awaiting your appearance at @CASA_Robot.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Genesis of Omen.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @YJFluence, for the commemorative fetes.ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Genesis of Omen.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Genesis of Omen.
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Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @Kasmadjaya for the commemorative fetes.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Genesis of Omen.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Genesis of Omen.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @Roesjad, for the commemorative fetes.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Genesis of Omen.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Genesis of Omen.
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Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @HouseOfEtherhail, @TheMorseviic, @Arclaine & @HeavenOfLouzhen for the commemorative fetes.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Genesis of Omen.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Genesis of Omen.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @TheHansley, @TheHalton, @LeChantierMills, @TheDanvery, for the commemorative fetes.ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Genesis of Omen.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Genesis of Omen.
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Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @HallOfReidlux & @HouseOfLuthien for the commemorative fetes.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Genesis of Omen.
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Forwarded from The Covenant of Scorched Earth: Shedabaka
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ㅤ Earth BREATHES. Survival AWAITS.
────── ∰ ” Ruins have a way of swallowing the past, but they can never silence those who keep moving forward. Across forgotten lands, where the echoes of the old world still linger, Shedabaka continues its march with those who refuse to be forgotten. Every soul that walks beside THE KRU becomes part of its legacy, preserved within the Chronicles of the Remaining.
ㅤTHE SPREARHEADS (1998-2002)
ㅤTHE REAVERS (2003-2006)
ㅤTHE FLAMEKEEPERS (2007-2010)
There are no empty places waiting by chance. Every space exists for the one willing to claim it, and every name written here has earned the right to remain.. / 🩸 )
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Present yourself to @TheShedabakabot, or @ShedabakaOfc if you encounter any problems with the bot. The camp is waiting for you.
ㅤ KOM GRAUN. OSO NA GRAUN OP.
ㅤㅤㅤ From the earth, we will grow.
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ㅤㅤ 💀⚔’ (SURVIVORS WANTED)
ㅤ Earth BREATHES. Survival AWAITS.
────── ∰ ” Ruins have a way of swallowing the past, but they can never silence those who keep moving forward. Across forgotten lands, where the echoes of the old world still linger, Shedabaka continues its march with those who refuse to be forgotten. Every soul that walks beside THE KRU becomes part of its legacy, preserved within the Chronicles of the Remaining.
ㅤTHE SPREARHEADS (1998-2002)
ㅤTHE REAVERS (2003-2006)
ㅤTHE FLAMEKEEPERS (2007-2010)
There are no empty places waiting by chance. Every space exists for the one willing to claim it, and every name written here has earned the right to remain.. / 🩸 )
Greetings! I am @username (Name + Muse), born in (Birth Year). Another soul walks through the gates of Shedabaka, ready to stand among the Remaining.
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Present yourself to @TheShedabakabot, or @ShedabakaOfc if you encounter any problems with the bot. The camp is waiting for you.
ㅤ KOM GRAUN. OSO NA GRAUN OP.
ㅤㅤㅤ From the earth, we will grow.
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Forwarded from PUTIH ABU-ABU; OPEN MEMBER
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MEMORI MONOKROM. 🎞️۪۪۫۫۫◌ / Kami kembali membuka pintu bagi kalian yang ingin menjadi bagian dari kami. Jika berkenan bergabung, mohon cermati beberapa ketentuan berikut:
(1.) Lahir di tahun 2000, baik perempuan maupun laki-laki. Pastikan peraga yang digunakan masih tersedia, kamu dapat memeriksanya melalui tautan ini. (2.) Seluruh jenis roleplayer dipersilakan bergabung, selama tidak sedang dalam masa hiatus maupun berencana menonaktifkan akun. (3.) Kami tidak menerima akun kloning, bersifat muka dua, mata-mata, atau tidak dapat membaur serta berpartisipasi aktif. (4.) Kami menyambut teman-teman yang hangat, komunikatif, aktif berinteraksi, dan terbuka untuk bekerja sama.
Kami menantikan kehadiran teman-teman semua, segera ketuk bilik @PutihAbuBot.
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MEMORI MONOKROM. 🎞️۪۪۫۫۫◌ / Kami kembali membuka pintu bagi kalian yang ingin menjadi bagian dari kami. Jika berkenan bergabung, mohon cermati beberapa ketentuan berikut:
(1.) Lahir di tahun 2000, baik perempuan maupun laki-laki. Pastikan peraga yang digunakan masih tersedia, kamu dapat memeriksanya melalui tautan ini. (2.) Seluruh jenis roleplayer dipersilakan bergabung, selama tidak sedang dalam masa hiatus maupun berencana menonaktifkan akun. (3.) Kami tidak menerima akun kloning, bersifat muka dua, mata-mata, atau tidak dapat membaur serta berpartisipasi aktif. (4.) Kami menyambut teman-teman yang hangat, komunikatif, aktif berinteraksi, dan terbuka untuk bekerja sama.
Kami menantikan kehadiran teman-teman semua, segera ketuk bilik @PutihAbuBot.
Halo, Putih Abu-Abu! Saya (nama) + (muse) + (username), ingin menjadi bagian dari Putih Abu-abu untuk menciptakan memori bersama.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Genesis of Omen.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @Houndric, for the commemorative fetes.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Genesis of Omen.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Genesis of Omen.
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Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @TheLangforth, @ThePendleton & @Courthlace for the commemorative fetes.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Genesis of Omen.
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