| oneirology (comma) duck sauce
We are the morpho-syntactical backbone of a city full of blurry-eyed, blurry-faced flustering flurries that once called themselves the human race. We assure the meaning of life in its meaningless and its victory in its defeat. We set alight the chitons of the Muses of antiquity, burning beauty 'til the charred husk is stellified and shining brighter than Orion in the sky.
cur, cur, cur?
Malton is just rife with indeterminate outcomes. The absorptive kind of living that stability and ignorance builds - the socioeconomic safety valve that keeps complete existential chaos at bay - has sunk into the hearts and minds of the city dwellers. We're here to break the reverie. We're here to bring light to darkness and darkness to light. The compulsions, convulsions of convolution will ease the tension of the great unknowing, and allow Maltonians to accept their fate: living is dead, death is living.
invertebrates petrified and breathing
Killers, murderers, squidbeaked cavaliers - we will take you all. We don't care much for any thing but the massacre of everyone and everything, but if you want to smash a radio or generator, the light- and sound-wave mediums will thank you.
legalities
No alt abuse. No zerging. Period.
Don't be rude. Be ruthless, cruel, and psychotically disconnected, but never rude.
Don't spy on other groups. It's not like we need it.
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