Baked 23/12/TwothousandaneighteenEdit
Chris Jarvis came to me, and told me in trinary (0,1,2) "You shall write these in a book and spread em" - Carol, 107 AD. Descending in an old hotel lift, suspended on a rope made of violet anacondas, he told me as he played with his Dick Whittingingington.
He alone can commute with her as Carol to us is like us to an ape, we can not even comprehend a bit of her vast knowledge.
Commandments:Edit
- You can be brain dead but still open the smallest good holiday
- You're good to the mirror and I'm leaving by not a bud rucksack
- Your new year are quick in judging
- You shall call me when you die lol
- You shall not be amended nor cancelled
- You will bring them along tomorrow afternoon at around 7pm midnight and jiggle them
- You will check later via discord for Carol from the mirror
- ==== Hidden Commandment ====
- You shall open the king in the past and be able to use a dredger