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piaji@piajiji - 1 AM

Fuck. I'm coming to terms with the fact that I may have developed soul erosion.

piaji@piajiji - 1 PM

Replying to @piajiji

I don't know if I really trust the unlicensed support groups, but I don't trust the ones affiliated with the Association or the missions either. Hells, I don't even know if I can make time to go. Even if I did, I wouldn't have the stomach for the soup I heard they make you eat there. Anyone have any ideas?

hobgoblin@mar_121201 - 1 PM

Replying to @piajiji

here's an idea. go fuck yourself lol

Where The Wind Blows@CwhyMein - 1 PM

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Summer - Arrival

I have finally arrived in Gulguryu. The stench, though infamous, is quite something to experience for oneself. Like a vegetable market after it rains, if all the mongers were made of black mold - with notes of cigarette smoke.

Gulguryu Navigation Workshops For New Residents Come Under Fire From Old-Timers

"If They Can't Learn The Good Old-Fashioned Way - By Losing Their Way Home For Five Years - They Don't Belong."

Summer - Sea Monk Towers

From my quick estimations, most of the buildings of Gulguryu are somewhere around ten to fourteen storeys high — already a marked departure from the five stories or (more frequently) less which are the norm in the rest of the known world.

There is, even so, a group of connected buildings in the city's western quarter which seem to stand at twenty-four storeys high. These bridges to the sky rise above a sea of timber and concrete, casting the surrounding city under their shadow. The name of this complex is "Central Strath House," but better known is the folk appellation "Sea Monk Towers."

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Of course, though imposing and solemn from afar, the resident within Gulguryu's labyrinthine heart of alleys and hallways will rarely catch more than the occasional glimpse of these buildings. However, if one comes out to rooftops or the city's few open spaces, these colossi are impossible to ignore.

Most notably, most of the residents whom I asked about these sky-scrapers had surprisingly little to say about them. No one I talked to had ever met anyone who lived there, and it seems that no one has yet seen anyone come and go from these buildings' entrances.

gornas@bocilbacod - 2 AM

bitches act like soul erosion is the worst thing to happen to someone just bc its a little angsty. "o woe is me i feel dislocated at an existential level. the labyrinth of this city has unravelled my consciousness to the point that i have unknown myself." bitch, try having body erosion and watching your dick crumble while you're making chicken pie.

The Society for Concern for Gulguryu Wildlife@SocConWild - 12 PM

The SCGW would like to inform the public that our associate ornithologists and alloecologists have updated their recommendations re: the influx of urban waterfowl in recent years. Though the high moisture levels in our city naturally support nesting and breeding behaviour, we wish to stress that the public ought not to encourage it further. Remember, please do not feed bread to our urban ducks. We currently do not know what it is they do with the bread, and would like them not to amass any more before we figure it out. Thank you for your cooperation.

asd@viv_12929 - 1 PM

Replying to @SocConWild

SocCon deez nuts first.

Wolfy Mika@how2mika - 3 PM

Replying to @SocConWild

Do you civicheads think you have the authority to stop me from feeding my emotional support eldtrich ducks? Maybe focus on whatever the hells is inside Sumbat Shrine instead?

Summer - Snag

A curious rumour: there is, it is said, an unseen snag somewhere in the city, perhaps the upper floors. It is possible for one's soul to be caught on this snag on accident. As one unwittingly walks further and further away, it is as if one were to leave behind a hanging thread of oneself across a city. Your soul unwinds and unwinds until the final twist of the spool and the hapless casualty of the city's thaumatecture suddenly appears to disappear into thin air.

An even curiouser rumour: once, it is said, a person's soul was caught on this same snag. However, on this occasion, rather than a slow unravelling, their soul happened to tear cleanly into two in an instance. The person suddenly found themselves double - with each looking at their own face staring back at them. Nobody, it is said, knows what came of them afterwards.

Read Comrade Forest by Wojo@diearchy - 3 PM

daily reminder to all photosynthesizing plantpersons: when reliable access to basic needs like Sun's light is being eroded by unelected monarchs beholden to property speculators intent on recreating neraka, then forming "illegal" mychorrhizal associations with fungusfolk/the Jamur community will in fact always be the most ethical of acts.

A salon of exiles

Disgraced courtly families strive, and compete, to bring the light of philosophical conversation into a dark city.

Yaksa advocates for homochromatic unions arrange weddings-cum-mournings

"Joy and madness are not far from one another. Weeping for lost families helps us make room for new families."