Yarrgoth's Musings

It is of no hidden secret that this modern sea of endless digital documentations and communique has a rather gnarly penchant for toxicity. What's worse, many an algorithim preys upon these natural inclinations towards that which is offensive to the senses and sensibilities, and exploits them be it for profit or the advancement of some agenda at the expense of the humanity of those maligned and the emotional stability of those whose fears are exploited.

Such is the way of the wilde open seas of the internet, and so I bring a warning which I beckon all denizens here to heed carefully - watch ye steps with a keen eye, for there be many a monster and scoundrel who lay their harmonic bait to these waters. Harkening out you catch its alluring tune on the breeze, a siren's call begging yer unwavering attention. You think it only natural you take a peak at what captures your attention so well, then before ye know it yer hooked upon the bait and drowning in a toxic bovine bile of bafoonery.

Their quarry's the gullible, the foolish, those slumbering many who tredge shodless through the muddiest, rankist shit-brown brackish backwater swamps seemingly without a hint of awareness only to later remark utterly flabbergast as to why they be so ill and utterly nauseated.

I beckon ye oblivious victims of the dungpits of discourse: Come 'ere to cleaner waters. Wash off the muck, grab a grog an' sink yer toes into better sands. Kick back, and enjoy that clean, fresh breeze. Never mind that faint hint of incense on the air… Or that distant chanting… I swear it's only nice, friendly, wholesome cul- er I mean uh "clubs" ye be finding on these here islands.

It'll all make sense soon enough, trust me. Or it won't, and don't, perhaps it be better that way innit? It was yer gullibility that brought you to the swamp in the first place, no? An it'll be yer self-deluding gullibility that brings ye back. Confused? Don't know who to trust? Good! There be one thing you can count on and that thing be chaos, so reject the known and revel in the unknown, embrace our absurdity embrace liberty in the untethery of the outcast emb̷̤̜̈́r̶̡̼̚a̷̬̾͝c̸̥̜̈̒ĕ̸̼̲ ̵̖̌ȯ̷͓͎͑u̸̹̐͝r̷̦̈́̇ ̴͕̄S̷͚͑ẅ̵̱́e̴̛̗̿e̶̞̝͋t̴̖̉ ̶̲̕L̵̡̀a̶͕͝d̸̢̟̏̇ŷ̸̠̻ ̵̭̘́́E̴͈̝͊̌ṙ̸͙̗̉ị̵̚s̶̗̼͒ ̷̥̾̈o̸̰̼̕f̷̙̱̈́ ̸͚͈̏͑D̵͍͌̈́ͅi̶̯̒s̸̹̕͝c̷̝͝ó̶̟́r̴̢̛̗d̴̙͋͋ ̶͉͈̑̅a̷̟͌ṇ̷̤̅d̶͍͇͠ ̴̗͉̿̚S̷͔̋̎t̷͍͎́r̴̳̲̎i̵̗̍f̴̛̞̪͝e̷̗̝͗,̶̖̾͝ ̴̮͑͒b̷͖͉͗l̴̳̳̄e̴̠͚͌s̶͍̲̔̌s̷͍͌'̵̤̂͂d̷͔̫͑ ̸̪͚̀a̵̦̔̀r̴̝̉̾é̴̥͈ ̴̞͎͆̑ṭ̵͒h̴͍̏é̸͓̊ ̸̛̱͝ȏ̶̹̃ň̶̤̞e̶͖̅̌s̸̬̉ ̴̝̺͐̀w̴̟͊h̵̖͖̉o̴̝̾ ̴̲̻̊̂c̴̨̿͜ã̷̳̙̒s̷̛̪t̷̒͜ ̷̥̓̑ó̷͖̇f̸̰̔f̸̨̓̽ ̵̞̝̏̆t̶͚̭́h̶͓̺̆ȇ̵̬ ̸͕̎̕͜s̴͓͈͗ḫ̷͛̆a̸̱̠͊̇c̶̰͒̃ḱ̴̹̔l̴̨̛̋e̷̗͒ś̷̘̦ ̴̗̆̈́ò̷͎f̷̨͔͊̎ ̵̳̱̈́͒t̸̟̿h̵͎̤̃è̴͚ ̵̗̈́͗i̷̺̪̐r̴͎͛̽ͅr̷͍͈̽a̵̯͂̍t̴̟͌̓ỉ̸̩ơ̵̢̤͌ṅ̶̛̞a̵̡̖̾̄l̶̢̲̐̅ ̵̭͍̈́d̷̩̊̈o̷͍̲̓̆g̷̨̥̎m̴̩̗̀ä̵͎̠́̒ ̷̳͛ȏ̶̝̯f̶̛͈̐ ̵͕͚̓̆n̸̦͊o̸̱̓͝r̶̨̬̽m̵̹̾a̷͎͆̋t̶̖̎͜i̴̠̮͠v̶̫̒̓į̵̙͗t̷͉͙͛̈́ỵ̷͒ ̵͎̰̔̉ä̴̼̩́̐n̸̖͈͋d̶̛͙̺̈ ̵̢̘͑s̸̻͇̏̏ȇ̵̢̈́l̵̨̉͗f̶͔͗-̶͓̘̕̕d̷̨̃ḛ̷͌̐ş̶̀̚t̷̤͚̅̊r̷̟͛u̶̯̚c̶̺̿t̶̲̅̊i̸̠̿v̵̞̾ȇ̷͎͂ ̴̄̕͜o̷̡̾̀r̸͎͘d̵̥͈͆͠e̶̼̿r̶̝͗̃ ̵͉̂o̴͍͔̽̊f̴͕̿ ̶̧̥̈́ť̷̟͂h̴̠͖̽ỏ̷̞̜̈́s̴̢͕̔ẻ̷̫̳ ̵̝̈́w̵͖͇̎h̶͉̜͊ȍ̷͉̺ ̶̻̿è̶̬ș̶̮̊̕p̷̢̦̋͝o̵̰̜̅u̶̻̽s̶͍̮͒̏e̷̦͝ ̵̢̟̒͛i̸̜̊ț̷̹͆!̷̼̒ ̸̳̐̂Ẽ̵̗̹ḿ̶̳̱b̵̖̖͑͘r̵͚͓̅ȧ̵̭c̴̠͐͆e̷̲̩̚ ̷̣͋͑t̸̫̏̇h̷̹͍́è̴̱̫̀ ̴̪̈̀ṵ̶͛͘n̴̘̒i̴̥͈͑̋v̴̹̾ë̴͚̝́̓ṛ̶̆̒s̸̡̲̀a̶̺̽l̵̢̉̚ ̴͚̭̔̇t̷̜̆͋r̴̼͔͗u̶͎͛t̶̠͓̕h̵̯̔ ̷͈̅̕o̶̜̚f̸̺̉ ̴͕̒͝t̷̝͝ḣ̵͔̱é̷͆ͅ ̴̻̒m̶̛̙̔ȉ̶͉̯g̴͍̜̐̓h̶̥͔̋ṱ̷͚̉ý̷̘̂ ̴̼͌C̸̢̛͕͝a̶̭͇͐t̷̨̅ḿ̷̛͖a̶̘̣̚ ̷̯̞͛̎ȍ̴͇͓f̸̯̊ ̸͎̝̍͊C̵̢̐͛h̵͉̄̋â̸̖͜ỏ̷̼͍̀š̴̭̕ ̴̢̂ä̴̭͚́n̷̝̖̆d̷̢̼̊̔ ̸͖͙̑ẗ̴̖̒h̷͕̿͠e̵̢̬̊ ̴̜̇h̶̞̃õ̵̤̝͂d̷̪͂̔ğ̴͉͆ę̸̖̓-̷͗͊ͅp̵̏͜o̶̩͙͋d̴͔̈g̷̞̏̌e̴͉̎͐r̷͍͐̆ý̶̭́ ̴͖̀o̴͕͐͘f̸͕̱́̚ ̸̝͗ť̷̝̭h̵̙͈̅e̶̯͛̍ ̴̩͐H̷͔͠ȍ̷ͅl̷̬̈͘y̸̭̜̎̐ ̴͇̺͘C̵̪̋͝h̶̨̅̾a̸̝̓o̷̤̝̒̍!̵͈̲̌̂ ̷̦͝H̵̛͉̪̔a̷̹̦̓i̸̡̇ͅl̶̥͒̕ͅ ̷̞̂͘E̴̲̿̀r̴͙͌̑i̷̫͘s̴̟͊!̵̞̫͗̄ ̸̹͍̎̕H̶͉̻̏a̴͇̅i̶̦͛l̴̛͔̺ ̵̡̱̍D̶̗̄͌ỉ̵̪͎s̷̬̬̏͠c̶͙̚õ̴͕̮r̸̜͌ď̴͉͇i̷̖̤̎͝ä̴̯́̓͜!̷̗͎͗̉

HAIL ERIS HAIL DISCORDIA

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