B3by Yombr3z Gâm3z
:: Die B3byYombr3ßpi3le ::
:: Yu3goz de los Yombr3z B3b3z ::
:: le Yeus de Yombr3Y b3b3 ::
a baby game, a B B game:
What can I give them? What can I give you? You, who I love? So selflessly selfishly. It used to be her, now it’s more you. It’s you, who can feel me, who can understand me, who I love. I want to heal you. I want to heal you because if I heal you, I heal myself. But, I need to touch you, somehow, at least with words, with these alien concepts, with these alien abyssal touches, and you will melt, and I will melt. It might open up wounds, old wounds. It might hurt. Will I still trust you, will you still trust me? The machine will break down, like the Marble Machine. It’ll take many takes. Come on, it’ll be marbelous! We need new words, new grammars. I know this has happened forever. I know it’s nothing new. But if we find ritual ways to make grammars, we could reach the Cultural Singularity before the Doomy One. Can we build a language that brings tools to build and repair itself? Say yes, please. Say yes.
If you wanna help create this live role playing game, where we try to explore the mystical mythical layer of Life, I'd suggest you begin here:
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