On idyllic Earth C, a young man’s hauntological nightmares forecast the coming of a great cataclysm. It is not long until the world is divided through one decision into two threads: each their own weaving, disturbing, unbelievable tale of trauma and tragedy. Thus begins a journey into the heart of darkness, the hearts of party gods, betrayers, the ascended, polychromatic pursuers; into a troubled time, a time of existential fear, remembrance, xenophobic crusades and the rebellions against them. The hopes and dreams of gods are collapsed upon a savory stomachache of sweetness gone wrong, lying just underneath the cold hard slab of salty reality. Lurking beyond them, a metatextual struggle between–
Jesus tapdancing Christ, enough of the self-referential preamble. Unless you were planning to take my trophy for the Best at Laying It On Thick award, in which case hey, be my fucking guest.
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between a usurper prince and the muse who could remain passive no longer.
Yeah, we know, we’ve all fucking read this story before. And between you and me, I’m pretty certain this announcement would sound way cooler coming from my lips. It can’t be denied. I have an eclectic zeal, a fanbase without constraint, and they are *clamoring* for more Dirk tracks. You should probably get to the point if you want to prove me wrong.
On idyllic Earth C, a young man’s hauntological nightmares forecast the coming of a great cataclysm. It is not long until the world is divided through one decision into two threads: each their own weaving, disturbing, unbelievable tale of trauma and tragedy. Thus begins a journey into the heart of darkness, the hearts of party gods, betrayers, the ascended, polychromatic pursuers; into a troubled time, a time of existential fear, remembrance, xenophobic crusades and the rebellions against them. The hopes and dreams of gods are collapsed upon a savory stomachache of sweetness gone wrong, lying just underneath the cold hard slab of salty reality. Lurking beyond them, a metatextual struggle between–
Jesus tapdancing Christ, enough of the self-referential preamble. Unless you were planning to take my trophy for the Best at Laying It On Thick award, in which case hey, be my fucking guest.
…
between a usurper prince and the muse who could remain passive no longer.
Yeah, we know, we’ve all fucking read this story before. And between you and me, I’m pretty certain this announcement would sound way cooler coming from my lips. It can’t be denied. I have an eclectic zeal, a fanbase without constraint, and they are *clamoring* for more Dirk tracks. You should probably get to the point if you want to prove me wrong.
