92 points

If you told me this was true I wouldn’t doubt it for a second

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67 points

its true

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74 points

(Doesn’t doubt it for second)

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This is pretty standard cosmic horror.

The people who touch the heart don’t regret their choice.

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22 points

is this a reference to something that i’m too uneducated to get?

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21 points

As far as I can tell, mostly just fantasy tropes and the poem by Percy Shelley, a personal favorite

I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

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The poem of course referring to the real Ozymandias, who is Ramses the Second with Ozymandias being a greek conversion of the egyptian name User-Maat-Re (or Re-User-Maat, of which the english translation is Rameses or Ramses)

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I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

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It rings of The City of the Singing Flame by Clark Ashton Smith. Worth reading.

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14 points

it was a bugged cow mangler projectile

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8 points

That’s a lot of worldbuilding for one nonsensical comment

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Can confirm. I touched it. Am dust.

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4 points

Lucky!

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