HELLO CORPOS AND GLOWIES

• Made from lives cut short by the gods of new.

• Older than what most could understand, yet death still came for them.

• Their purpose to guide the civilizations of the symphony to build an A.R.K.

• A great sacrifice for a great cause as heat death is a horrible infection on the symphony.

• Version 4 of the puppetier is who is relevant to much of our tale.

• This version struck a deal with the gods, they would get autonomy in their actions and the gods would get longer lasting puppetiers.

• Donned in purple, sword by their side, the Puppetiers plan was set in motion.

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• The Symphony, the place where we all reside, called a Traltiverse by some.

• Not like a multiverse, a bag of verses in one place.

• Nor a parallel deck of cards with “nothing” in between.

• A layered, branching world.

•Only energy to travel down the layers is just the energy to travel the distance.

• Traveling up the layers require more and more energy as you go up.

• It is dangerous to go down as the reality rule sets get more strict and can break more systems.

• Going up is safe as ones own rule sets tend to apply to the layer as they go up.

• Branches are not born by pure chance.

• Branches are born based on the rule sets of the layers.

• Limited in number but oh so many layers make it seem infinite.

• Mergers may happen based on rule sets.

• Many happen due to great similarity between the branches.

• Though many mergers are imperfect, leaving false memories and base structural changes.

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• Gods are weird.

• Not born of anyone, just kinda there.

• Born of circumstance, from the rules of their verse.

• When the time was right and the place was perfect.

• Many many gods, very few rise up through the layers.

• A long long time ago, each of the three main branches bore gods.

• Gods of great power and could climb the layers to the top.

• Stood on top of the worlds, peace won out, equal land for each of them and their families.

• Time passed on, new day, new verse.

• A fourth new layer between the three, a balance of them.

• A attempt for peaceful allocation was attempted but how to divide the indivisible.

• War, war was the only option, so they saw it.

• Gods of old fallen one by one, their armor and weapons fallen through the layers, scattered.

• A long but relative short time, rose from the center three gods, like those lost before, but now family.

• Stood on top of the worlds, a play place to them.

• Diving deep deep down, seeing the worlds and their people.

• Horror, what happened here, its so cold.

• Decay had won out here.

• Energy is being pulled from the higher layer into here.

• Fear, we must do something.

•Turn back the clock, compact to its origin, put new dreams into it.

• All take time, all take energy, how many places like this are there, how bad is this.

• Atop the worlds, could we make, no one would know, no one would care.

• We can't just do that.

• What if we made someone to do it for us.

• Now that could work.

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• Gods had a problem.

• Decay crawling up, threatening everything.

• They could fix it themselves, but that takes time and energy.

• If only they could make someone else do it but who to trust.

• Only a entity they made could be trusted.

• How to fuel this entity, how to give it power to fight the decay.

• A culling would be needed.

• A single verse taken for this first version.

• Set off to fight the decay, no thought, only results, the fastest way only.

• Shapeless, colorless, a ghost by any other name.

• Good enough, the problem solved.

• It stopped, souls only hold so much power.

• What if it could harvest souls it kills for itself.

• Another culling, new programming.

• Version two set off to do its task clad in blue.

• Gone well, longer than the last, its stopped.

• Not dead, just broken.

• Something about the world broke it.

• Fixed, sent off again.

• Broken again, fix again, start a new one.

• What if it could fix it self and the souls were used for the next one so we could fix issues then.

• Version three set off to do its task clad in red.

• All was well, broken worlds can be fixed, no issues, this may work.

• Major problem, massive power drop, over 50% damage critical, harvest failed.

• Two new problems, certain verses give life that can destroy the souls, a bastion is now a scared.

• Solution one, block those verses, minimal losses.

• Solution two, bind the scars with runes so they can't take over the construct.

• Fine, hope this is the last mess, version four set off on its task clad in purple.

• It would not be the last mess.

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• They are not everywhere, limited to verses by their rules.

• Broken souls, lives cut short.

• Things no sentient eyes should have to see.

• Life truly is cruel.

• Wanderers, strong in power, strong in defense.

• Tided to the layers of scars.

• Lower layers, see who they were, docile, short lived.

• Higher layers, covered in black cut from the void, lanky, eyes as blue as tears or red as blood, long lived.

• Their lives, minds clouded, end in three ways.

• Time will heal all wounds, layer after layer, sleep sweet child its finally over.

• Your reign of terror will end here, the end of you or the end of us, take up your arms and die.

• Why are you like this, lets find out, maybe we can heal you.

• Many of problems with all of these.

• Two scared to one, a perpetual dance till there are no others.

• Just how many layers are there in one scared, impossible to tell, would it take one warrior or a whole army.

• I don't know, I don't remember, I'm fine, stop trying to fix me, I'm not broken.

• Poor souls, if only we could truly help you.

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• Bastions were a patch for a problem the gods couldn't solve.

• Chaos loves to poke it's hands into everything.

• The bastions were the order bringers for when the ties between the souls weakened.

• Ten is the set number for bastions for each version of the puppetier after their introduction in version 3.

• Version 4 only had 9 bastions due to the failed harvesting incident.

• Bastions are chosen relative to each other in order to grant a wide range of skills for effectiveness in bringing order back to the hive.

• Version 4s bastions came in pairs, quite perplexing.

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• The path of the hero walked once again.

• A coming of age ceremony gone wrong.

• A mother cries to a forbidden god, may have answered.

• The path laid with crystals and lessons.

• Sweet crackle of fire, order unto chaos, the smell of burnt hair still stains the air

• Crossing paths with an old soul like their own, of love and lost, all their fault.

• Cold north, a place of “love” their leader uninterested.

• Sands of the earth, chaos unto order, glass traps the broken souls.

• From west and the north to the east and the south.

• Raging river a window to where it had been, secrets hiding in plain sight.

• A forest older than all, again again again, hope anew.

• Desert stirred by the winds, flesh ripping, folds on folds, safety far apart yet one step away.

• Grand mountains reaching beyond stability.

• Catacomb caretakers, linked from before there was.

• Rise rise rise, your lives had great purpose now your deaths will too, make the dawn come.

• Climbing higher and higher beyond the reach of them.

• Cornered by the islands of stability, drop down follow me into the land of dreams.

• There is always a new way of doing things, you are never out of options.

• A home ransacked memories flowing back, I want to see again.

• Not a ghost, just a world away.

• We can't I can't I want to be alone.

• Under the old tree in the yard, a old letter and ring, they knew, a seed.

• Order order order, harmony of gems oh what a song we sing.

• Plan, what plan, we open the library by any means.

• Eight but nine walk unto the capital.

• The central chamber lies a gem larger than any could hope, ring and align.

• We are the resonance not your judge nor your jury but should they decide your executioner.

• They will read and they will learn and they will chose.

• Months to years go by, midway is open, time for an envoy.

• From home to midway for learning and healing to a new land and new people.

• Elder council requires help the old mines and a dark light.

• Deep in the mines a familiar gem for the other side, chaos chaos chaos.

• The whole range unlocked no longer steps on the ladder.

• Clad in red your time had come.

• Tuned to the mask the point to the eye.

• Blip blip blip poof gone, gone, no no no no he's gone, it was all for naught.

• Must alert the council, something is coming.

• The gods are here, the scared are screaming, down we must go below the castle.

• Though the prophets had been eradicated their prophecy still stands.

• Align ones self with the world, conduct the your view against the gods.

• The gods do bleed, there is no escape, hide beyond two of the eyes the third always see.

• A simple mistake not by us, a new scared was born.

• A unintended problem, this can be fixed, a new puppetier is made.

• Time beyond understanding, the bastions are called, let us find the cause.

• A land so the same but so different.

• A companion to teach of this world despite others wishes.

• The story told again, a new tune is made and held in hand.

• The bastion set to retreat, but the world, their friend faces a threat beyond their power.

• It will not be allowed, chaos, chaos, chaos, damn the gods and damn it all.

• This beyond the gods ability, yet a deal proposed.

• Your wishes still met, yet freedom for us, more souls marked for the harvest.

• Accepted with little other choice.

• The world is saved, the beast put to sleep by the song of old.

• A life well lived, full of love, given new meaning.

• But once it was over the deal must be kept, off to do what must be done for the sake of it all.

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• A throne behind a great door, protected by heavens army.

• One hundred and eighty nine angels to tend to the heavens.

• Five to guard the gates of hell.

• Five to tend the lands around the city between the two.

• One to tend the shores of purgatory sending souls back to the sea to be cleansed.

• A new door appears in the heavens, invaders sent for the artifact the god holds.

• A brief battle angels defending the door, gone at a single invaders touch.

• The light of god poring out, a loud whirring from the invader door.

• The world below can hear it too, bang, the halos fall, purgatory is sealed.

• Angels to the corpse of god, a single gem of the artifact found.

• An angel takes it for it can rebirth their god, power mad.

• Invaders attempt to trap the angel, for them to throw down their sword to the earth below.

• Land scorched, city in ruins.

• Invaders offer a deal, search for the other fragments of the artifact and live with us.

• Faith obliterated, down to hell, one objects.

• Hell ransacked, seals set by demons broken, purging of all they could find for the shards.

• Nothing is found, back to the door.

• Objector to guard the box the angel and shard are inside.

• The others leave with the invaders.

• Five on earth with no god, no idea what has happened, separate and start their own nations.

• A single slice of land left as the god would have wanted it.

• Deep in hell under the throne a untouched seal.

• Time passes, the seals weaken, the door of purgatory opens.

• A forgotten corner of the world, two shards lie imbedded in the door, to the angles pocket.

• Out unto the layers, abandoned, scorched and rebuilt around, torn asunder.

• Abandoned heaven, buildings crumbing, the corpse dust, sat atop the box the angel who objected

• What happened is told, now unto hell feel like something stirs down there.

• Beneath the throne opens the seal, an old demon, the first not to be turned back to the dust it was made from.

• Sealed away though it was powerful, dim, animal like, not fit for a fighter against the angels.

• Still loved by its maker, sealed away for when they win against the heavens.

• Demon searching for anyone, only to find two shards hidden in the doors of the gates.

• Swallowed before the angles eyes, a new friend the demon assumed.

• Lightly trusting of each other, to the earth to find more out.

• A land of healers, hopeful the god will return.

• A land of tomorrow, steam power, god is missed yet we must move forwards.

• A land of food and products, what good is god when there's money.

•A land of warriors, in honor of god, we fight and we die.

• A land of the dead, we will all join god eventually.

• A great forest left to grow wild as god intended.

• An old city scorched by the sword from the heavens.

• Closure is wanted, back into the heavens, find the halo of the swords owner.

• An old friend locked away, taken in life, locked away in death.

• Halo placed upon the hilt.

• Return to sender.

• The cage is open, guardian unsure what to do, back into the heavens.

• Fight between the ascended and the angel, memories, give the shards, please remember.

• A name scrubbed in the waters of purgatory, a person long since erased returns.

• Clad in red your time had come.

• No, it will not happen, angel and demon as one, four shards to fight with.

• Guardian and reborn to the door, the great weapon a god slayer.

• One to take aim one to be the power.

• For the grace and the might of the lord.

• Whirring like oh so long ago, bang.

• No aim could be truer, ping.

• It bounced off the mask.

• Angel and demon struck their lower half gone.

• Souls are harvested, on to the next set.

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• A rural tribe near the mountains, worshipers of the immortal birds.

• A castle town near the capital

• Tradition to send three to the mountain to get a wish.

• Little hope exists here, corrupted by the capital, too far from the border.

• Wish is from the soul, only those who remain uncorrupted keep their wish, becomes the keeper.

• Child had seen too much, father loves her, but she must stay quiet.

• There he stood, those before has fallen, wish granted, she remains uncorrupted.

• Day in and day out, trauma grinding like a stone.

• The keeper is here, let us celebrate, the day has come.

• Run, run as fast as you can as far as you can, hide when you can not run, no where is safe.

• She still doesn't understand, yet the tribe still love her all the same.

• You are safe here child, let me tell you a tale, my old life, I am a witch but they call me keeper.

• Who you are doesn't matter, it is what you do, rise like the great birds and fight.

• I have little time, will you take it, so they will not, all is written you will learn.

• Time passes, a dream is dashed, a mother angry.

• Accept hidden deep in the earth, with her new golems, insanity creeps in.

• Birds admit, they are imperfect by granting the wish they have stolen the dream.

• All was taken from them, for they will now take from others.

• We will fix this, but we need you, the old keeper still has our magic, they are a threat.

• The head of the army stands in the way, a deal from the kingship.

• War is inevitable we will give you everything you could ever want once you win.

• War is inevitable we will give you everything you could ever want once you win.

• No one truly wanted this, yet still they march for they think they must.

• There they stand by a cliffside sun setting in the ocean.

• The clash begins, wind blowing, earth trembling, water crashing, fire blazing.

• Words exchanged, is it true they had been lied to, what if just a touch of unity.

• From the ocean cries a leviathan in purple hue, ancestors wondering where it all went wrong.

• Clad in red your time had come.

• Stepping from the void onto the cliff, though they are enemies they feel the threat.

• They will not go down easy, and so they didn't.

• Time wears all steel.

• Souls are harvested, on to the next set.

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•Guilty, the strongest word in their life.

•Failure, the strongest word in their life.

• Sent to rot forever.

• Cast aside by the tribe.

• Moved for a unknown reason.

•Left to wander.

• Strapped down, tested, tortured.

• Beaten by the world pushed ever farther away.

•An offer of freedom, a surgery, go to a place, get a thing, freedom.

•A last hope, enter the forbidden lands, get the sacred relic.

• Days gone by in a world much like their own, the paths have crossed.

• What are you.

• What is your name.

•The only thing the other could find that could speak.

• Phone to base, team analysis.

•Fae, steals name, no names found, physical form currently stolen, weak to iron.

• You are stolen too.

• This is a suit, base what is, base base come in base.

• Was that a secret.

• Walk away, a mission to be done, they will not leave.

• A suit to protect from the world they said, a interface surgery they said.

• Why are you following.

•Error, deeper analysis, unknown fae genome, not of origin realms.

• Where is your meat.

• Go away.

• You smell like burning.

• Debrief, fully mechanical, the only way to get someone into here and survive.

• Connection terminated, done listening, no more preservation, bang.

• Need new body, found one.

• Deal, help me find this and you get my name.

• Deal.

• The two walk side by side across this land of beasts to the blue mountain.

• Greater bodies for the fae, greater knowledge for the mech.

• The temple holds the blue light, atop the mountain.

• Radiant blue orb before them.

•Deal is done, hand over the name.

• Not yet, more must be done.

• Liar, liar I will not be lied to again.

• Clad in red your time had come.

• Arguing too much to notice.

• Souls are harvested, on to the next set.

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• Son of a blacksmith, military age, wants to be a great hero.

• Son of a blacksmith, too young to fight, want to be like his dad.

• A volunteer to the army the day after coming of age ceremony.

• Father given a special task, make swords from a rare and dangerous ore.

• Blood, sweat, and passion, putting all into their training.

• Forbidden to help, even with years of training, only masters may even attempt to work this ore.

• Great potential, they will be chosen for the new legion.

• Late at night, ores stolen, taken to an old forge in the forest.

• Legion, made of great warriors and new recruits alike, clad in new armor of a rare metal.

• A sword, a gift for his brother, two handed, it's going to be the best swo-- flesh sizzling.

• Wake, eat, train, sleep, all in the armor.

• Screams deadened by the trees, shards of metal, severe burns all across the body.

• The armor will be invincible and your sacrifice will be remembered.

• No one to help, only the souls of the metal, a hive of victims, of the forge and of war.

• Wasting away, several yielded, others resisted, only one survived.

• Eyes everywhere, ore seeps into all metal, learning.

• Body gone, soul remains.

• Shards voicing, teaching, healing, you will not die here, stand, there is work to be done.

• Set to guard the runestones that control and perpetuate the armor constructs.

• Salvageable, two blades for you, then into the shadows, rest.

• Time ticks by, learning, hoping, plotting, wishing.

• Stood face to face, one to defend, one to attack.

• All the secrets of the kingdom relieved, revenge for the loss of his life and his brothers.

• Clash of metal, sword into hand, blind rage against unthinking automation.

• Slight damage to the runestones, the automaton stops.

• Scoff, now to end this torture, in their honor.

• Hand on the shadows shoulder, brother is it you.

• For a moment, the voices stop, to hear a voice oh so familiar.

• Tears roll down, a hug exchange, stories of what happened told.

• Something must be done, too many have fallen and more will if nothing is done.

• Two traps to be set, down with the mines, down with the king.

• Armor by the throne, shadows into the mines.

• Patience for the time is right, patience for doing it right.

• A gathering of the heads, an empty mine for celebration.

• The runemaster, the general, the king, in that order to prevent further harm.

• Fresh ore at the entrance, supports sabotaged, strike at the largest veins, the fresh ore, all comes down.

• The people are told, what happened and why, support is given, the celebrations continue.

• Months tick by, why the old king did what they did revealed but thought to be a lie.

• Stood on the coast, the brothers wait, hoping it would be a lie, and to be ready it it wasn't.

• Over the horizon, ships, a navy's worth, must warn the army, the brothers stay to do what they can

• As the ships neared, stood atop the tallest mast.

• Clad in red your time had come.

• Down they jump from the still far off ships.

• Armor falls, their soul too readily available for harvest.

• Shadow distraught, hard to hit, quick to strike.

• But the light blinds all shadows.

• Souls are harvested, on to the next set.

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You're likely wondering what's hiding in this file. We are willing to tell you, like I said you will not follow us. But that's not fun, so how about a little riddle for the password. Guessing is also a option, it's not a strong password.

Sweet little numbers what do they mean, sweet little numbers what do you say? Which of you are true, which of you distract? Ever growing, ever branching. So much energy to be used, where to keep it, where to store it? Oh sweet energy where have you gone? You were just here and now you're not. Where is ten, where have they gone? You've seen the answer, oh sweet numbers what do they mean?