Great ones. Horned goddesses of Chaos. I summon you. Lay your hands upon our great cities and reverse our train schedules. Corrupt our monetary system, so that land has no intrinsic value and cardboard boxes hold no truth anymore, just plastic parts. Bring lightning and hail. Bring dungflies and scarabs. Bring rot. Most of all, great ones, bring entropy. Scramble coded messages. Corrupt languages. Spread confusion.
Lords of Chaos, accept my sacrifice of dried leaves and unanswered math problems, forged pottery and unpaid parking tickets. I give them to thee, willingly, and with a fuzzy mind. I summon thee.
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3 years ago
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