Dec 03, 2021 2:02 PM
Kite in some sort of cubical hell
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“Just navigation, but if you put up any sort of landmark I’ll be fine. I don’t own this land, anyway, do what you want. I got curious about the sudden flatness is all.” Shrug. “Still looks nicer than most of the server.”

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"Oh, I don't know, I thought some of the architecture around here was charming! Admittedly mostly your house. And the rainbow castle. The rainbow castle is lovely."

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“Eret’s alright,” Technoblade concedes. “Philza was doing a decent job of L’Manberg, too, but that’s already been ruined. I’m not much of a builder myself, honestly, so what did I do? I got Phil to give me an instruction book and then I followed it exactly, and before that, I lived out of basically just a hole in the ground. I swear, Phil and I are the only people who care about whether this server looks good.”

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"Well now there's another one. If I can ever tear myself away from flattening the tundra."

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“I’m sure there’ll be other places that need flattening.”

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"Before I discovered the joys of bulldozing the countryside I had all kinds of grand architectural plans, although admittedly I was planning to build them deep in the wilderness and tell no one of their existence."

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“Seems probably for the best.”

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"That's not to say I don't plan to build anything closer to civilization, just that it seems wise to assume that if someone else knows where to find my buildings they will at some point be burned down or otherwise defaced." Dig dig dig dig dig dig clank. "Ah, bugger, I'm out of picks again."

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"...I'm gonna be honest, that's... kind of sad. Do you want a diamond pick."

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"That would be very kind of you!"

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He mumbles something about it not being a big deal and then tosses her a diamond pick and diamond shovel. 

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She bounces happily and immediately commences flattening the landscape much faster than before. "Thanks, you're a dear."

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“Well, I don’t know if I’d go that far. Watching you flatten with stone tools is, it’s just embarrassing. “ Wave. “I’m gonna head back now. Have fun, uh, making things flat.”

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"I will! Farewell! Your generosity will be rewarded with, to be honest, the same nonsense I was going to get up to anyway but slightly faster."

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“Wasn’t expecting anything else.”

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And she is left alone to flatten to her heart’s content. 

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This tundra is going to be SO FLAT.

She sings while she works, first in English but then cycling through all the operas she didn't include in her concert because she didn't know if anyone present would speak the language. She should probably go through her whole repertoire every once in a while to keep the memories fresh. Maybe she should be writing them down? Ooh, and she should write down all the poetry she's memorized... that can be a project for another time. Right now, she is Flattening.

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Nobody else visits her that day. Tundra: flat. 

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The flattest tundra there ever was. Especially after she disassembles her house, flattens the small hill it was standing on, and reassembles it at sea level.

Okay. Now she can take a break and write down every poem, play, and song she's ever heard.

...this is, she discovers after a few hours, much more than a day's worth of material even writing as fast as she can. Hmm. She might have to put it aside and come back to it. On the other hand, does she really have anything better to do while she's waiting for her gear to arrive? She maybe does not. It is maybe actually the most important thing she can possibly be doing, because her memory of the world she started in is a resource she will run out of eventually, whereas the supply of landscape to flatten seems inexhaustible.

Right then, it's decided. She's just going to park in her cute little house on her expanse of flattened tundra, with all the books she can craft, and keep writing until Dream shows up to give her things. Sleeping and eating as necessary to ensure that her body continues to function. Or, well, her best guess at what is necessary; she still doesn't really understand how food or sleep work in this bizarre place.

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As far as she can tell, if she's just in her house writing books, she... doesn't actually need to eat.

She does need to sleep at night.

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And the next day Dream will knock on the door.

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She puts down her latest book—there's getting to be quite a pile—and answers it.

"Hello!"

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"Hi! I brought you the armor and tools you wanted. ...I forgot to ask if you wanted it named. Sorry. You promise that you'll tell me how you killed me after I make sure you're left alone in the wilderness for a week?"

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"I promise," she affirms. "A week alone in the wilderness with my goodies and I'll tell you how I killed you."

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Then she can have goodies! Lots of glowy purple goodies.

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