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Done, king
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I am curious and I wonder and I think about if there is a particular setting which lets you manually turn on Marsey fication?
I love Marsey with all my heart and I wish everyone could speak in Marsey speech!
I dont think I am wrong in this thought.
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as if the greedy capy and fish would allow such joy for free. Pay up, incel
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No.
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this is Egyptmisia. Please report yourself to the nearest goodthink education center.
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You Will Never Be An Egyptian.
You have no tomb, you have no pyramid, you have no priests. You are a mortal man twisted by bandages and embalming fluid into a crude mockery of natureβs perfection.
All the βvalidationβ you get is jackal-faced and heavy-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your ancestors are disgusted and ashamed of you, your βviziersβ laugh at your dehydrated appearance behind boobytrapped doors.
Anthropologists are utterly bored by you. Thousands of years of dessication have allowed them to analyze frauds with incredible efficiency. Even pharaohs who βpassβ look uncanny and unnatural to a scientist. Your skin decay is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk deity to judge your soul, heβll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected brain cavity.
You will never be a star in the sky. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself itβs going to be ok, but deep under your charcoal eyeliner you feel the depression creeping up like a scarab, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually itβll be too much to bear - youβll buy a solar barge, grab an oar, grip it tightly, and plunge into the cold Nile. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. Theyβll bury you with a commoner's funerary papyrus, and nobody for the rest of eternity will ever know that a mortal is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your Ka is a skeleton that is unmistakably mortal.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
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Thank you kind sir
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