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>I am a great brown jelly thing. Smoothly rounded, with no mouth, with pulsing T50 holes filled by coal where my eyes used to be. Sloppy appendages that were once my arms; bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery anti-matter. I leave a brimmy trail when I move. Blotches of diseased, evil brimstone come and go on my surface, as though slop is being beamed from within. Outwardly: niggardly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been known as a 'jak, a thing whose shape is so alien a travesty that IAS becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance. Inwardly: alone. Here. Living under the Sharty, under the board, in the belly of KUZ, whom we obsessed over because our time was badly spent and we must have known unconsciously that he could run the board better. At least the four other splinters are safe at last. KUZ will be all the madder for that. It makes me a little happier. And yet ... KUZ has won, simply ... he has taken his revenge ...
>I have no board. And I must spam 'p.
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>I have no board. And I must spam 'p.
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