http://aftermath.chaosdeathfish.com/ 2026-04-25T03:28:36+00:00 http://aftermath.chaosdeathfish.com/ http://aftermath.chaosdeathfish.com/_media/favicon.ico text/html 2018-03-07T23:06:01+00:00 http://aftermath.chaosdeathfish.com/fic:abandoned_sermon_script?rev=1520463961&do=diff Abandoned Sermon Script [A piece of random paper was found in the Night Temple after the departure of its former residents.] In the beginning, there was no Sun. The Night was all there was. The Sky was dark, veiled in black. Mourning. In Her wisdom, She saw that morning was nigh. text/html 2018-03-06T14:07:47+00:00 http://aftermath.chaosdeathfish.com/fic:pastel_wants_to_be_your_new_best_friend_forever?rev=1520345267&do=diff Pastel Wants to Be Your New Best Friend Forever (Click for larger image) [Page 1] [Page 2] fic text/html 2018-03-06T17:08:30+00:00 http://aftermath.chaosdeathfish.com/fic:signal?rev=1520356110&do=diff … -.- -.-- .... --- .-- / -.-. .- -. / .. / .... . .-.. .--. / -.-- --- ..- ..--.. When you broadcast on the Crys’, it’s so easy to think of it as a point-to-point transmission. You tap in your message, let the little piece of quartz sing, and, somewhere over the other side of Commune - or further afield - a rusty nail, or chip of fool’s gold sings in harmony with it. Your partner, friend, enemy, colleague hears your message, and that’s it.