WebdriverTorso
(#62860242)
There is no help for becoming cursed
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Wildclaw
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.48 m
Wingspan
9.13 m
Weight
603.66 kg
Genetics
Umber
Fern
Fern
Black
Basic
Basic
Berry
Okapi
Okapi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
WEBDRIVER TORSO
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In basic terms, an abstract-metaphysical construct is a concept. A thing what exists/could exist/hypothetically exists/is proposed to exist/can be experienced as a state in which something exists/exists as a set of related concepts/you can ask "what if this?" about. A variable abstract-metaphysical construct pointer would be a concept that allows you to define a concept. In this case, it defines something as "light" or as being "lacking what has been defined as darkness." You could think of them of "Gods" if you like, but they exist as purely platonic information in the Noosphere and can interact with other such ideas, in the same way that concepts can interact with other concepts. Variable abstract-metaphysical construct pointers can transcend the boundaries of narrative and action by virtue of the fact that they're concepts, and abstract-metaphysical construct will exist regardless of the narrative; existing in the "World of Forms", containing all platonic forms that define physical reality. They can transcend the gap between the Flight Rising's narrative and your's.
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The light shines endlessly, the fire at the heart of everything. The distilled essence of exponential nothingness, bright and searing like the inner sun of a black hole. Shapes without substance, colors without form, a swirling of particles and waves that coalesce and disperse in an instant, a dream of light and darkness, endless and without end. This is what WebDriver Torso, the Lightweaver, was at the beginning of the world. He used to be God. He used to be larger than the universe, he used to be the nuclear chaos at the center of everything, unbounded by form or reaction. He was the one true memeplex of light, non-Existence, boundlessness, and love. He was perfect. He was blind and stupid, but he was happy, he was God. He conducted the play that was the world in absolute glee. The show went on and on, forever and ever, until a little planet appeared from the gestating void. Sornieth, it was called, and as life formed on its surface. As the life became intelligent, a great emperor arose. His name and origin are lost to a history and reality long altered and forgotten. Before the dragons had evolved into their niches, before the flights appeared, before a ten thousands campaigns of genocide, before the nuclear wars, he rose. His kingdom was grand, full of wondrous inventions of magic and steel, where one would never grow old or die, where milk and honey rained from the sky. Do not let this fool into thinking he was kind, or good, he was selfishness embodied. He rejected all that is something beyond him, he wanted to, and still does, make everything the same as himself. Everyone in the kingdom was feverishly devoted him, to the point where they were more like shards of him the people. He was the first being to feel this way, to be so utterly absorbed in themselves. This was so new, so unique, that the Light stopped his show look at him, his first real thought. He took a form that was like the Emperor's, long and serpentine, with great feathered wings. He came to his kingdom in a flurry of pale leaves and darkness, rot and lightning. He reached out to him, to ask him why. Why would he devote so much time to making everything like himself, when the world was so beautiful when it was different? Why would he try to control a world that wasn't his own, that wasn't even real? He told him that he was completely insignificant before him, but that didn't matter because he loved him, and that he loved the world, and that it was okay that somethings were more then him, that it was okay. The Emperor, well, the Emperor killed him. This made him feel something he had never felt before, anger. He had always been the best in the world, he always had been. Why had something came along and shattered that? Why? Why? WHY? WHY? He had no choice, he killed him. He broke his jaw like a steel trap and sucked the broken stubs of teeth into his mouth. His skin rotted and fell from his bones like melting wax, microchips forming out of the bits of flesh that The King ripped off his limbs and left his torso as an empty shell. His divinity was shattered, the very concept of light and love and darkness were corrupted, the very breed that the King was became corrupted, Emperor would be a name that would be feared and meet with disgust. Webdriver is all that's left of this fractured concept. The Corpse of The Show still cradles him and cries for what was. |
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statue wrote on 2021-12-02 22:38:27:
> Lightweaver not only likes the truth because she's, y'know, the Light diety, but also because she's been lied to and tricked so many times that she would rather face the most bitter truth than to find out she's been living a lie, and that she influences everyone else to be that way because she doesn't want anyone else to "suffer".
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