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divergent:operational.record:preservation.hc [2025/10/11 17:17] – [Tomb Keeper] anadmindivergent:operational.record:preservation.hc [2025/10/18 15:14] (current) – external edit 127.0.0.1
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 ==== Sentimental Guardian ==== ==== Sentimental Guardian ====
 +The Wrath King's judgment extends across every inch of land illuminated by the stars, with the Law of Entropic Restriction killing off song, dance, and poetry. He declared that words that evoke smiles usurp the authority of the emperor, and carefree citizens desecrate the crown. In the stifling winds, warmth no longer lingers, and under the oppressive night sky, even the insects dare not chirp in unison.
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 +You will rise up, embodying passion, and speak words of madness before the army. Bearing the burden of thorns, you will protect the books filled with stories and return fairy tales to the world. Steel-forged slaughterers cannot kill laughter, and even billions of mechanical Swarm cannot suppress dreams of bliss. Dragging your blood-soaked body, you march into the iron jungle, setting fire to the absurd decrees.
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 +You are the stolid warrior, but you have sworn to defend the people's right to laughter.
  
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 ==== Heartless Giant ==== ==== Heartless Giant ====
 +You feel a phantom pain, your decaying legs are long gone. He screws bearing the emblem of the Architects and the impenetrable giant shield were disassembled piece by piece and sold to the IPC as relics of Preservation. You traded away the crystal oscillator — that was your ears, etched with scars from wartime. You parted with the fused alloy arms, the corrosion from Swarm blood still visible. You even took off the crystal sensors and sold that to them, your most proud eyes that once gazed at the Amber Lord.
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 +But it's still not enough, not by a long shot — hunger and poverty are far worse than the chelicerae of arthropods. So, you made a deal, sacrificing the Architects' mechanical heart, and in return, the people of this land will never weep from hunger again. Something brushes against your face — perhaps a bird, or maybe the sound of people's joyful laughter.
  
 [[divergent:preservation.extrapolation.hg|Extrapolation Rewind]] [[divergent:preservation.extrapolation.hg|Extrapolation Rewind]]
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