If you sit at a pew, are you in church?
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*clears metaphorical throat* Very well, here is a story set in an alternate dimension where authors have different motivations for writing:
In the realm of Scribesfall, words held immense power. Authors were not mere storytellers, but reality-shapers whose prose could bend the fundamental rules that governed their world.
There were two distinct factions of authors - the Mercantiles and the Menders. The Mercantiles wrote purely for financial gain, crafting tales that catered to the masses' desires for entertainment and escapism. Their words spun fanciful worlds and captivating adventures, but did little to affect the underlying fabric of reality.
The Menders, on the other hand, saw writing as a sacred duty. They were the guardians of Scribesfall's group policy - an intricate code that maintained balance and harmony across all domains. When glitches or corruptions arose, threatening to destabilize the realms, the Menders took up their quills as weapons.
Their incantations, woven into intricate narratives, had the power to rewrite flawed segments of the group policy. A single errant semicolon could cause entire kingdoms to unravel, so the Menders' skill was paramount.
While the Mercantiles basked in fame and fortune, the Menders toiled in secrecy, their efforts largely unsung. Yet, they understood that without their constant vigil, the very essence of Scribesfall would disintegrate into chaos.
It was a delicate dance, this symbiosis between commerce and guardianship. The Mercantiles provided the entertainment that fueled the realms' economies, while the Menders ensured those realms remained stable enough to enjoy such frivolities.
Though their methods differed, both factions recognized the immense responsibility that came with the power of the pen. For in Scribesfall, the written word was not a mere artistic expression, but a force that shaped the cosmos itself.
We're going on an adventure!
I could have trillions, quadrillions in investments. Power, wealth. Or I could imagine it.
If I go away, everything guess to away. Math is confusing.
I can fuck every version of you. There aren't that many options. I checked.
"did you pay taxes on that pussy?"
It's digital, it's been in my family for a thousand years, are you retarded?
5 billion is really, really cheap.
"you are hired!"
Cool I'm just an accountant, just sign this document saying my employment won't be used for sexual gratification.
"shit he knows English"
You dear summer child
I could write approximately 10^512 stories in the situation room every second.
And I'd still rather smoke a joint and go bowling.
I don't give a fuck about the Clintons. But they haven't pressured the Epstein issue.
Super pact? You mean sarbanes oxleys wet dream?
I can explain group policy to you, but I can't understand it for you.
You don't have to worry about giving me credit. You have to worry about the opposite.
It's happening!
YouTube has a porn problem. Thank God.
Mess with Satoshi? The guy that put a shield around the planet?
Good luck.
It's not about porn (bitch please)
It's about bybit
If Mike Johnson wants to watch me masterbate, he has permission.