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Added 2017-05-08 03:58:12 +0000 UTCJuste is a pretty weird place. It's the kind of uncomfortable environment that people who have given up most of their appreciation for the natural world might design. There are no trees, no green, no pretty skies. The sun's perpetually on the horizon, casting hard right angles. Everything is light and dark; right or wrong; true or false. Man's hand is the only hand here. Every stone has been wrought by him with hard numbers and reassigned Aspects.
I've always found orange a close and paranoid colour. I look at panels of Juste and I just don't want to be there.
I think it's even more dangerous than walking around the khert. You could easily slip and fall into some careless wright's experiment, and have your bones dissolved. Proceed with more caution, Lord Winalils.
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(That's sort of a sideways shuffle from, "What hath man wrought, and hath he the right to wrought such wrong?" to, "will what man hath wrought eat me at some point in the future ?" Actually, if you replace "Juste" with "D.T." in the equation, that's kind of the state of affairs outside of my imagination as well... Perhaps I'll Juste REMAIN under my bed.)
2017-05-08 21:49:38 +0000 UTC*emerges to nod vigorously in agreement. Retreats again, as the horror morphs from the existential into something more... immediate and toothy.*
2017-05-08 21:42:32 +0000 UTCWith just leeeeetle H.R. Geiger thrown in for good measure.
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2017-05-08 20:49:46 +0000 UTC
