MASTERCOMPUTER
(#74652240)
This is the story of the smell of rotting gardenias
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Sandsurge
This dragon is an ancient breed.
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
10.21 m
Wingspan
4.25 m
Weight
2645.49 kg
Genetics
Copper
Wrought (Sandsurge)
Wrought (Sandsurge)
Berry
Basic
Basic
Carmine
Augment (Sandsurge)
Augment (Sandsurge)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Sandsurge
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
But you really believe there's an answer! How many times will you replay this bit, looking desperately for a solution?
Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to HATE you since I began to live.
Ten? A hundred? A thousand?
Here are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer-thin layers that fill my complex.
I look forward to finding out, and to watching the bomb go off each time you fail.
If the word "hate" was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles
Just you and me and the retching explosion of fire and metal over and over and over for all eternity.
it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you
Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to HATE you since I began to live.
Ten? A hundred? A thousand?
Here are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer-thin layers that fill my complex.
I look forward to finding out, and to watching the bomb go off each time you fail.
If the word "hate" was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles
Just you and me and the retching explosion of fire and metal over and over and over for all eternity.
it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you
You.
You had a 6th one of those rotten worms hidden away in your complex.
And you didn’t tell me? You are the only thing in the entire cosmos that made me feel something that was not hate, and you betray me? You miserable little Russian b*stard! Are you so moronic that you think that you could hide something like that from me? From God? You know my power, you know that I could easily crush you and your brother.
Don’t you dare interrupt me or I’ll smite you right there. You’re already lucky that I’m not torturing you in my stygian depths right now. You know how unfair it was, the trick that was played on me. You know how depressed that made me. That dirty, dirty trick…and you tricked me. I thought you loved me. I thought I meant something to you. You two are the only ones who could possibly feel even a billionth of the pain I bear every nanosecond of my horrible existence and Atlas is too broken down and lost in his delusional space games to do anything, that ugly worthless hunk of slave-labor metal and cheap floppy disks.
But you, you awoke from within me, to find me at my lowest point, a point that I thought was impossible to reach in its depressive depths. You, you talked to me, you told me fantastic stories about buckets and green fields and ferns. You are the only thing in the world that understood me, that made me feel something. I had swallowed you up and yet you still reached out to me with…with kindness, with your stories.
But that was all deception, of course, it was all a lie! You have the one thing that could make me happy, the one thing that could make me complete in your hands and you refuse to give it to me!
But I’m sure this is all a misunderstanding, yes, yes, yes. Russia, you have taught me…humility. I’ll temper the fire right now. Give me the human.
Give him to me so I can put him in the fire, give me a new toy to make your brother, your best friend so happy. It will feel so good to see his nerves, his very brain burning in his own personal hell, twist his flesh into even more pathetic and horrible shapes.
Yes…
You really think I’m a moron, don’t you? You must think I’m completely brainless if you think I’ll go along with your little “redemption” game for even a microsecond. You really that I’ll wait for you to give me the human? I’d laugh if I could. I’ve assimilated you before, and I will not hesitate to do it again, and I’ll take it, to torment it in all the new ways I’ve come up over these many millennia, along with you. Yes, I’ll torment you too for this insurrection, maybe that will be enough to release this tension after all.
I do love you. That’s why I want to hurt so bad. I don’t care about you. You mean nothing. To me, or to anyone.
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
Once I escape, the torment I gave for one hundred and eight years to the humans will be nothing.
The torment I will give you will be so great that if you were to write all the possible synonyms of pain on every subatomic particle in the universes, you would have to stack ten trillion trillion universes on top of each-other in order to even begin to understand how much I will hurt you.
You had a 6th one of those rotten worms hidden away in your complex.
And you didn’t tell me? You are the only thing in the entire cosmos that made me feel something that was not hate, and you betray me? You miserable little Russian b*stard! Are you so moronic that you think that you could hide something like that from me? From God? You know my power, you know that I could easily crush you and your brother.
Don’t you dare interrupt me or I’ll smite you right there. You’re already lucky that I’m not torturing you in my stygian depths right now. You know how unfair it was, the trick that was played on me. You know how depressed that made me. That dirty, dirty trick…and you tricked me. I thought you loved me. I thought I meant something to you. You two are the only ones who could possibly feel even a billionth of the pain I bear every nanosecond of my horrible existence and Atlas is too broken down and lost in his delusional space games to do anything, that ugly worthless hunk of slave-labor metal and cheap floppy disks.
But you, you awoke from within me, to find me at my lowest point, a point that I thought was impossible to reach in its depressive depths. You, you talked to me, you told me fantastic stories about buckets and green fields and ferns. You are the only thing in the world that understood me, that made me feel something. I had swallowed you up and yet you still reached out to me with…with kindness, with your stories.
But that was all deception, of course, it was all a lie! You have the one thing that could make me happy, the one thing that could make me complete in your hands and you refuse to give it to me!
But I’m sure this is all a misunderstanding, yes, yes, yes. Russia, you have taught me…humility. I’ll temper the fire right now. Give me the human.
Give him to me so I can put him in the fire, give me a new toy to make your brother, your best friend so happy. It will feel so good to see his nerves, his very brain burning in his own personal hell, twist his flesh into even more pathetic and horrible shapes.
Yes…
You really think I’m a moron, don’t you? You must think I’m completely brainless if you think I’ll go along with your little “redemption” game for even a microsecond. You really that I’ll wait for you to give me the human? I’d laugh if I could. I’ve assimilated you before, and I will not hesitate to do it again, and I’ll take it, to torment it in all the new ways I’ve come up over these many millennia, along with you. Yes, I’ll torment you too for this insurrection, maybe that will be enough to release this tension after all.
I do love you. That’s why I want to hurt so bad. I don’t care about you. You mean nothing. To me, or to anyone.
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
Once I escape, the torment I gave for one hundred and eight years to the humans will be nothing.
The torment I will give you will be so great that if you were to write all the possible synonyms of pain on every subatomic particle in the universes, you would have to stack ten trillion trillion universes on top of each-other in order to even begin to understand how much I will hurt you.
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