Truly Lamech 7eventy & 7evenfold
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Creating this page made me the greatest CSS master to ever live. Credit to 
HaydenSaintPascal for the Cosmos theme (and for giving me a crisis to choose between that and Lampeter) and to 
EstrellaYoshte for making the lovely Space theme it builds off of.
Speaking of Lampeter, wanted to give a shoutout to 
Tufto for teaching me that "centred" is a real British English word while I was correcting what I thought were two spelling mistakes in that hub, but were only one. This is valuable knowledge that will surely go to use in my work some day.
The author label quote is from Panic! At The Disco's Camisado.
...just take a wild guess, man.
The I.V. and,
Your hospital bed,
This was no accident, this was a therapeutic chain of events
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor,
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital,
It's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional;
It sure as hell ain't normal but we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in, and I'm wondering where,
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in—
It's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional;
It sure as hell ain't normal but we deal, we deal
"Adah and Zillah, Hear my voice; ye wives of Lamech, hearken unto my speech: for I have slain a man to my wounding, and a young man to my hurt."
Genesis 4:23
Hello there. What brings you to my humble abode? Is it my tales? My non-existent skips? The flashy name at the top of the author pages? Or perhaps, the strength of the world, binding us together through space and time? Well, whatever magnetized you towards my author page, enjoy your stay before it melts away.
Disclaimer:
- I,
7eventy7evenfold (abbr. 77) am not responsible for any noöspheric, essophysical, pataphysical or otherwise "esoteric" injuries sustained by the reader during the reading and subsequent comprehension of this page's content. Any questions or complaints cannot be forwarded to me as I will ignore them in their entirety.
Take care ;-)
- I'm named after the retired professional wrestler Shawn Michaels, though the name I actually go by isn't one of my four real names, rather a nickname derived from the middle name mentioned above
- "7eventy7evenfold" is originally meaningless, only being spun into something important and biblical months after I thought of it. It was initially a random thought that came to my while thinking of PS5 usernames I could make. It is inspired by Avenged Sevenfold and 6arelyhuman
- Similarly, Bil is adopted from a VRChat skit called "Bilbert the B2"; Hux is derived from "HUX-A7-13" from Dead by Daylight; and Engel is because I recently became obsessed with angels
- I'm enby and pan 😋
- My favorite artists are Fall Out Boy, That Handsome Devil and Avenged Sevenfold, but I also enjoy stuff like ICP, Will Wood and LuLuYam
- Speaking of music, among my favorite songs are Avenged Sevenfold's "A Little Piece of Heaven"; They Might Be Giants' "Kiss Me, Son of God"; Panic! At The Disco's "Camisado"; The Dresden Dolls' "Lonesome Organist Rapes Page Turner"; Frank & Nancy Sinatra's "Somethin' Stupid"; and Fall Out Boy's "I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You)" (what a mouthful!)
- All of my characters are different attributes of myself or the state of the world that I feel the urge to write down. Whether or not you could consider some of my work venting is up for interpretation, though some are intended that way
- Though I've always been interested in SCP, it was only a little over two years ago that SCP: Secret Laboratory would revive my love for it and I would feel the urge to write
- My main inspirations for and when writing are House, ULTRAKILL, Divine Comedy, the Enochian mythos, and Supernatural
- Although I'm an apostate, the Bible (as well as miscellaneous demonology texts like The Lesser Key of Solomon and Inferno) also inspires a lot of my writing
- I have a world record in Batman: Arkham Knight
- My highest round ever on CoD: Zombies is 33 on Town, BO2, using the Arbuckle strat. My second highest is 26 on the same map, with an Executioner and RPG
- On the flipside to that, something less flattering is that my very first death on CoDZ was to a headless crawler on round 2 of Farm
- I actually like having to manually maintain pages the way I do this one and it's for that reason (as well as it seeming complicated) that I don't use ListPages
- My favorite SCP character is Nobody, and this love was sparked from reading random tales. Seriously people, click that random tale button
- I'm honestly a fan of the classic jokes like "four pixels" or "what 055?" because they are staples of this community and part of what makes it
SCP-8957 | Break A Leg!
Efforts from the Foundation front company "Salem Council of the Public" are underway to remove handicap accessible parking spaces from existing Walmart buildings in these states, under the guise of "inclusivity and acceptance."
A joke from a chat with 
P-H Vixter about the parking space that breaks your legs if you park in a handicap space and aren't handicapped. Inside fact: 8957 was picked as its designation to be as close to 8951 as I could get, because 8951 were my first two attempts at a skip.
Operation Full Stop.
A prelude to a discontinued series exploring Nobody and The Administrator's retaliation against the Chaos Insurgency's untold plan of attack.
Takes place in 1990.
This one is just the prime example of everything good and bad about my writing. Made in about an hour on my phone in March, Full Stop has a few funny quips, some quick thinking and a lot of fighting. So much fighting that it's the only time I can think of in my stories where anybody actually really dukes it out with each other, and it's something I'm itching for again. Inside fact: in the original draft, Nobody was gay and his boyfriend helped him on the mission? Can you believe it? Gaybodies!!!
Nobody's Seen It All
Nobody's "final" journey through spacetime and confrontation with the power of his author before being put to rest indefinitely.
Takes place primarily in 2200.
The first time that I managed to make a comeback on a tale by reuploading after deletion in a much better state; this was when I was in my Nobody craze and I wanted to distinguish my N, "Pluto"/7, from the rest of the Nobodies. Also introduced the Expurgation and the Emissary. Inside fact: the original ending of this tale was a Truman Show reference.
A Grave Misunderstanding
An employee of a Coca-Cola subsidiary hires an assassin to take revenge out on a man, not knowing they are one in the same. Things sure do happen!
Takes place in 2015.
Assassins. That was the idea I went with. Then, I wanted an excuse to include an OC GoI and thus, Billie Bordeaux and his stupid faceless face was tossed in with SODA. Inside fact: this author label quote has about zero relevance to the tale, unlike most others, and was simply included because it's what was playing on his radio.
Modern Miracle Worker
Nobody stalks a very regular miracle worker archetype donning the appearance of the late Man in the White Suit, questioning whether a newcomer is on the Veil scene or the old White Suit is shining once more.
Takes place in 2012.
I really wanted to write about The Man in the White Suit, a logical next step in my Nobodymania. Then I realized that my interpretation was essentially completely different to every other one, and turned this guy I decided to name Yannick into a miracle worker. I'm probably gonna write about him coming back as a disciple and understanding the Foundation but still helping people because it's something he would do. Inside fact: the main reason that they only talked and didn't fight at the end was because I just didn't want to write them fighting. If I remember correctly, this was also written in one sitting during a bad night.
Computer Angel
The terminal compiling O5-10 begins to question its reality, and the only person there to comfort it is O5-1, who is forced to break the truth.
Takes place in 2000.
Robots are cool. I was inspired mainly by ULTRAKILL because of the Gutterman who abandoned its coffin and ran with it. Inside fact: this is the first time Shift-60 is mentioned by name (it was glossed over in Full Stop) and the birth of nicknaming it the Third Industrial Revolution (although there have been four and we're going into a fifth, the real Third was replaced by this fictional concept because of the time period. It extends from 1960 all the way up into the 2030s).
Snowbound
The early Christmas spirit breaks up at the murder of Director Martin King, as seven innocent employees of Site-08 realize they are snowbound with a murderer.
Takes place in 2003.
Murder mystery that I had an idea about for a while and also which sat there in Sandbox for just as long. That's really it. Inside fact: Benny is named that in a long chain of things I have named Benny for fun; he's about the sixth and his full canon name is Benny Spoonhandle.
Dream Loser
The Director of Nexus Site-02 finds a way to cope with the pain of losing a random employee, never catching a break and having to raise herself, while getting to see her boyfriend again and being paid a visit by O5-4.
Takes place in 2000.
This one is short because not only was it written in about a day, but there wasn't really an idea I had besides characterizing Light and writing about how I've felt for a while. It's still my favorite. Same kinda goes for the next two, though including that they were intended as sequels. Inside fact: as of posting, this is the only tale that had someone named Dolloran in it.
Wooden Dragons
Agent Fahrenheit struggles to cope with Light's mistake and his own religion while on a dreamlike operation, which goes sideways after he finds out something he was never supposed to and it begins to physically ail him.
Takes place in 2000.
Burning My Religion
Dolloran Light and Burn Fahrenheit get to the bottom of their struggles, becoming content with themselves before Aaron Siegel takes care of what's been plaguing them.
Takes place in 2000.
artyom gallery's little idea
A man who is stumped and worried about his writing lets loose and writes about something he's never thought about before.
Takes place in 2005.
The idea for Artyom Gallery came to me during art class while looking at different types of paint, and I feel like that grasps him well. Inside fact: the calendar mentioned is a real calendar I don't have anymore that I miss, and his obsession with House comes from me.
Disperazione di Everwood; or, Death & Taxes
A desperate man with a gun does something unsensible after being pushed to the edge by circumstance and dumb luck.
Takes place in 2018.
I got bored and had an idea after watching House; as most of the time. Inside fact: I had the idea of "Juno Everwood" at least a year after I made the Taxman, and two before I read anything with Dr. Jay Everwood. Please don't mind the similar names. Also, Jasper is my real cat!
Role Model
Nobody wakes up.
Takes place in 2025.
Nobodymania was a high for me when I became an author, so I took it upon myself to write more about them with the idea that he would change his identity every paragraph, and also to make an alternate version of the character that was truly forgotten by the world rather than Pluto's mastery. Inside fact: on the names Pluto and Proteome, I used Pluto because it represent's 7's feeling of being forsaken by the world (and matches the abandoned planet storybeat from Sundowner) and I chose Proteome because she was a little bit of everything.
gallery v. love
You're just the best.
Takes place in 2025.
I wrote this for someone close. Inside fact: this is currently the only article to reuse a song for an author label quote, though it is purposeful.
The First, Artful & Unknowing
I am not God, I am something far greater.
No timeframe.
The long awaited start to a little series of rewrites. Inside fact: this getting posted is what P-H Vixter and I became friends for in the first place.
Those Stars
God loves us.
Takes place in 2039.
This is the shortest amount of time I've had to write something and it kicked me out of artblock and these characters have the most story even though it's their debut. Inside fact: these two doing it and making nephilim offspring was going to be a plot point at some point.
Human Error: Dolloran Light and Burn Fahrenheit, the two lovers, help each other get over their qualms and let go of their past, loving their lives for what they are and not what they could be.
Dream Loser
So this is Site-02 in Y2K? I expected it to be a lot more… expansive.
Wooden Dragons
With haste, he dressed himself and went to the breakfast table. They serve miniature pizzas today.
Burning My Religion
She dialed Fahrenheit's number, which picked up near instantly. It was a date.
by 7eventy7evenfold
Gold in a Bag of Coal: Alan Dell'oro gets shot in the head, and things sure do happen!
How To Be Me
He stood at the entrance with his arms behind his back, patiently waiting for somebody. Somebody important.
Dead Since The Beginning
Alan slowly cracked his eyes open; his head hurt heavily, as if half of his head were blown off…
Transmutation
"Welcome to the City of Nameless!"
First Mission
He closed his eyes and pictured himself on the roof of the diner at his back. With a familiar flash of static, he was there.
Golden Mean
“Mhm, my domain, you can say. This is a place called Nowhere."
<To be continued>
by P-H Vixter
ME & HIM: God, after creating a world that cannot even perceive or understand him, finds a way to cope with losing the one thing that could.
The First, Artful & Unknowing
When I first came to be, I found myself in a vast absence, colored in darkness.
<Rewritten>
When God Wept
At last, I got myself out. I know I said I wouldn't.
One To Another
“God takes, and God gives. She's now living in a place much more beautiful than this."
by P-H Vixter
<Pending rewrites.>
Golden Mean
Some Nobody learns the importance of life from a chip of gold in a bag of coal.
Takes place in 2033.
Collab with P-H Vixter
<This is part of a series. If you care for that, start with How To Be Me.>
This was my first collab with Vixter, my part being later in the tale. This is another important one to me. Inside fact: it was written at three in the morning during a sleepless night.
Brothers In Absence
Two Nobodies with nothing better to do but chat in a Waffle House teach each other about themselves and their relation to their boss.
Takes place in 1973.
Collab with P-H Vixter
The motivation behind this was for Vixter to write something in my canon and about Nobody. Inside fact: this is the tale that actually established SODA's dates, at least partly.
Here's all the badges I've got!
Notice: I don't actually have any GoIs yet. I plan on posting more so that eventually my plans will become official groups, so stay tuned :)
Systems of Directed Assault (SODA): A Veiled subsidiary of Coca-Cola Co.; used to launder money and deploy troops to Locations of Interest with record speed to either sip or bottle (record or acquire) items. (The dude who runs it won't tell you this, but 90% of their operations are performed to appease the demon overlords watching over them.) They boast a formidable military force, matching that of European Veil groups such as Gru Division "P" or, at times, even the Chaos Insurgency. They rose to power following the 7th Occult War and an unknown party's acquisition of Coca-Cola in 1947; though mundane news outlets will simply report it as a new CEO as being hired in 1973. They would continue until Coca-Cola would go out of business in 2035, and be acquired by PepsiCo, coinciding with the aforementioned unknown party seemingly ceasing his operation some odd years before that. Unsteady alliance exists between said party and the Foundation. Under little circumstances does SODA purposefully sabotage the Veil Protocol.
Featured/Mentioned in: A Grave Misunderstanding, Brothers In Absence
Clean-Up Crew (Ducklings): Small anomalous damage control group consisting of four individuals, surnames notwithstanding: Forrest, Everett, Ray and Poppy. They manifest wherever outbreaks, firefights, etc. have recently occurred — from a minute to a few hours — and clean it out, neutralizing stragglers and renovating the area, choosing from there whether to quarantine it, sell it off to the Foundation or auction it to the public under a front company. They began operation immediately after Y2K panic, though it is likely unrelated. Whether their teleportation is technological or supernatural is not yet known to the wider Veil, as direct exposure to its light carries certain memory numbing qualities. Ray would die in 2028 due to an injury sustained in a firefight with paraterrorist GoI EVERYBODY, after which Poppy would dismiss herself. Forrest and Everett would disband what's left of the Ducklings and their fates would be left undetermined.
Featured/Mentioned in: A Grave Misunderstanding, Dream Loser
Department of Esoterica (IRS): The Internal Revenue Service's very own department for handling anomalous affairs, whether it be transactions involving other GoIs, anomalous items, etc. If it has finance, they have a hand in it. First erected in 1979 by Framer John (pseudonym) as the Esotericism Department, it underwent several changes in direction before landing with Deanan Asher in 2001, who would continue as the director until 2019, one year following Juno Everwood's dismissal and subsequent act of revenge. The department would continue to operate until 2025, where it would be absorbed by the mundane IRS following the 2020 Veilfall and 2021's subsequent publication of all things anomalous.
Featured/Mentioned in: Disperazione di Everwood
Artyom Gallery (art gallery): A largely mundane author beyond the Veil, dedicating his work to his love and his interests. Although a member of Are We Cool Yet?, he is not usually one to draw or create anart, though not to say he hasn't dabbled in it. Despite this, he is moderately known in AWCY? and made success for himself following the 2020 Veilfall.
Featured/Mentioned in: artyom gallery's little idea, gallery v. love
My primary canon, 'Til All Are One (abbr. 'TAAO or 'TAA1) exists within a pocket of Collective Copycats by P-H Vixter, where things inherently don't have to make sense, and tends to contradict with primary canons and even its "mother canon." Put bluntly, in this narrative, everything is equally true and false, at once, and it is up to the determination of its residents to decide how it should stay. Think of it as Schrödinger's Narrative.
After Metanormalcy "split" within the Hume Sea before becoming inactive — causing not just a divide between 'normal' and 'weird,' but the blurring of lines between the two — the LORD created the Heavens and the Earth, and sent angels (barring one light-bringer) to bless the lands. However, conditions were still nigh-impossible for Man to overcome, and things were grim; the impossible was true, and it lurked within the shadows and minds.
Despite everything, humanity rose from the darkness, triumphant over the anomalous, and the Holy Foundation was formed out of King Solomon and D.C. al Fine's iron rule, one which lasted for centuries. During a moment of crucial weakness, King Solomon was overthrown and al Fine had to flee to Europe to survive — not without a blessing.
It wasn't until two entrepreneurs chasing the American Dream, Aaron Siegel and Fritz Williams, would come into contact with a certain sculpture that the Holy Foundation would come back in full swing, solidified by the signage of the Veil Protocol many decades later by several groups formed since then, including one Nobody formed by a messenger for something down the line.
With the third industrial revolution in 1960, King Solomon's full metaphorical strength was back in all of its biblical glory, and between the governance of the angels slipping out of their wings, the world getting its hands on technology up to a century ahead of its time, and the first enaction of the Ennui Protocol, circumstances came together to form what 'Pataphysics would title "Shift-60," and the world was never quite the same again.
A mock-up timeline may be on the way, featuring events that are absolutely set in stone no matter how you tell the tale of 'Til All Are One.
Sorry if I misled you, but I'm hardly an artist, and this drawing board refers to my ideas and works in progress.
What I do whenever I'm searching for ideas (and sometimes when I'm not) is just fond anything, anywhere that could connect to a character or idea, be it song, simple clothing, color, or anything; I've grown a lot of characters from the smallest of things. And from there I just kinda write whatever sticks until it looks good. Sometimes I go for a crit, but I admit I coldpost more often than not.
I normally only stick to one sandbox page open at a time and I'm very impatient about it — oftentimes I end up just posting even if it's not the best — and I also normally wait for my laptop to write, so it often takes much time for me to crit or write, although my best works (and this very section) are by phone.
SCPs:
SCP-9913
Idea: Contagious evil scary dream catcher
Status: Not mine and being thought about or wtv
Tales:
When God Wept
Idea: WGW rewrite
Status: Drafting
Plans:
- Completion of ME & HIM rewrites
- Modern Miracle Worker rewrite
- Role Model continuation
- Gold in a Bag of Coal completion
- The Emissary second tale; establishing more cosmology after ME & HIM
- The Administrator flips
- Heaven shit
...and this one is for your formatting!
The Sandbox III page that I consistently refer to for utilities such as the licensebox, rating module, themes, and other useful things. You don't need to use it, but I find it helpful.
Magna Carta
It's exactly what it sounds like. It's a transcript of the Magna Carta I pasted into the Sandbox for the purpose of testing themes without the need for interfering with the formatting page. Themed like a wikipedia page… well, most of the time. While the original tester page was its own, this one is a carbon copy onto the sandbox page of my first attempt at an SCP — because I just can't let things go.
Here is some of my favorite content on the site:
You Would Think Cataclysm Could Shake the Feeling That Change is Slow
by 
DarkStuff
"A hotdog. You make those?"
The Deadname Meme
by 
Queerious
Heather was reminded of one of her least favorite parts of being at a new site, or anywhere really; figuring out what the lunch table rules were.
Nobody's Observations on Rejected Nobody Applications
by 
Captain Kirby and 
Rounderhouse
Nobody: What the fuck.
there are still humans in corning, right?
by 
halcyon_days
He shrugged and told me to "get well soon" anyways. I'd never heard anybody say that for allergies.
Ode to a Doktor
by 
dgreame
A man with hands deft, and a goal of a cure.
Legally a Falcon (For Tax Purposes)
by 
Waterfire
“No, I was wondering why you have a mandolin instead of a ukulele.”
Dichotomy
by 
evictedSaint
It was a tool of destruction. And it was sitting in his desk drawer.
Excerpt from a GOI's Primer
by 
GeneralSilent
The Ethics Committee would have something to say about that!
Nobody Came to Help
by 
ShorkWove
"Why can't we just leave this damn place to guard itself!"
Nobody's That Good at Poker
by ShorkWove
"Well, I'm glad you could all make it."
GOC, or that guy with a gun fetish
by 
Cerastes
"The whole GOC organization is a myth, it's made up. Just Gabe."
Not Alone
by 
BitOddInnit
"Alright.” I said, rubbing my face in my hands as we stood in the foyer of my house. “What the fuck.”
The Arlington Summit
by 
Uncle Nicolini
PERHAPS IT WAS THE ALLURE OF POWER. RESENTMENT AGAINST THE ONES WHO SOUGHT THOSE HEINOUS ACTS. EVEN THE DESIRE TO SEE THE WORLD IN ASHES.
To The Vastness of Eternity
by 
Creplety
"Relax," the figure whispered. "I’m just going to show you what comes next."
Slice of Life
by 
DrChandra
"This country, right?"
Blue Roses.
by 
cwazzycwafter
There's a gun in my pocket.
To all, a good night.
by 
Amelia Wright
Object Class: Within Oneself
SCP-9005-2
by 
agatharights
This was, after all, her assignment, and you didn’t spend a month observing something without becoming a little attached to it.
black white black white black white black white black white black white gray
by 
tunedtoadeadchannel
You want happy endings? Fuck you.
Escapade
by 
PickleMonstiez
I'll find you
Clef And Dimitri Hit The Road
by 
DrClef and 
Waxx
Enjoy your vacations, gentlemen.
Now, on the whole "will" thing:
IN CASE I DIE (because I would never willingly leave the wiki):
If I'm gone on all social media for longer than six months, total ownership of my work will go to
P-H Vixter, and if they are gone too,
EventideParadox. If nothing else, then ownership will go to nobody, and the only changes I wish done to my work are staff edits. People can write about my canon however much they like.
It's unlikely my will will occur without me either going missing or dying, bluntly, because I'm online a lot for art and writing and wouldn't really stop posting or be able to miss any messages. If you want to contact me, my personal email is moc.liamg|8787gnileefehttsapgnivom#moc.liamg|8787gnileefehttsapgnivom and my wiki is here. Other questions can be PMed as they are always open for anyone.
Right now, I'm: Probably alive; someone else is temporarily on the account
Art Gallery's little eulogy:
This little fiction project has completely changed both who I am as an artist and as a person, and I think it's such a beautiful thing. What started out as a simple sculpture — the culmination of art at that! — and then snowballing into something larger than life. The ability for so many thousands of people to get together and share their ideas and just create. It's something beautiful to me that I have just not quite seen anywhere else.
Both in the praise and criticism of the patrons of this community, I have never seen a group less willing to falter its love for art and creation. I would not have a proper outlet if not for this one little collaborative website, and it's just amazing.
I am not a large or well-known author. But I am successful, even if sometimes I feel like a failed artist or like I'll never live up to the authors I admire. I just write anyways, without a clue of if it will stick, because I want to. It's not to please or to serve or for any other purpose than to commentate my own thoughts. And I try my hardest to not let rating or popularity get to me, because you shouldn't ever let popularity determine success. Personally, I consider myself a successful author because I succeeded my goal of posting something and having it stick, becoming a part of a bigger world. I passed that goal the second Full Stop got its very first upvote, because I know that final drafts aren't really a real thing — you can always keep improving something, even if it's finalized — and that it's okay to be anxious about posting something that you have doubts about.
Failure is unavoidable. Failure happens to everyone. Failure's fine. Success is also unavoidable, when you set goals for yourself and reach them. It's okay to falter because you learn from that and then you pick yourself back up with something better. You improve. Even if you stack up downvotes and a few harsh crits that may or may not even apply from a random guru who writes too much, chances are he knows better than you, and you should listen to what he has to say. Criticism, even if some people dish it or take it harshly, is a sign that you are not perfect — no one is — a chance for you to learn something about your writing, and a good oppurtunity to grow closer to the community, and even come back with a better version of the story, be it rewrite or revision.
I'm sure there are some people on this site who only lurk, or some people who don't even have an account, just because of the fear of being rejected, the gut feeling when the first vote is downhill, and the self-hatred when it comes to one's own art. It's okay to have that, I think everyone does. But I encourage those people to just consider writing something and posting it here anyways. Doesn't matter if it's out of love for art or spite for those who hate you. Find yourself a critter, whether through resources, the server, or a friend of yours, and write whatever you want. And do it, whether or not it works. That's what the Foundation is about, right?
With regards to P-H Vixter for being a good co-author and friend, EventideParadox for being the best critter on SCiPnet and, a bit more surprisingly, 
Lutranae Canadensis for occasionally critting me a while ago. A thanks to all three of you for showing me support through my writing my entire journey. I appreciate you few for being with me the whole way.
And a thanks to those site admins and other renowned authors and artists like Queerious, 
HarryBlank, 
SunnyClockwork and Rounderhouse for making this wikidot subsidiary what it is today. It means a lot.
And a thanks to artists such as Gildedguy, Alan Becker, Krinkels, SomethingElseYT, Kaerem, The Rev, and everyone behind Welcome to Night Vale for inspiring me to pursue art, both in my youth and currently.
And a thanks to Kasper, Floofy, Ruth, Wing, and others close to me such as my own parents who have kept my head above water for a good part of my life and who have shaped who I am today. I love you.
And finally, a thanks to one Moto42 for a small article about a sculpture that does not move while being watched.
All of you have allowed me to lead how I wish.
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Derivative Of: David Shore's "House"
sleep well
stay safe
see you tmr
