If you want to blow Claudia up, do it some other way. Don't involve Jonestream PLC. Our budget is really tight.

and, for one like me, not in a nice way (no encore).

Please watch my stream and please don't send me chemicals in order to blow me up. I won't survive! Either way, Claudia screens my post, so you'll only be blowing her up.

Again, I don't apologise, because I did not choose to be born. The second thing to know about slimes is they are highly susceptible to being blown up. Cave slimes are particularly vulnerable. It doesn't take much at all. One wayward pinch of Explosion Powder, one errant fireball, and it's curtains,

There are two things to know about slimes. The first is that they are sticky. When I came out of the cave and applied for social housing by the grasses, I brought a whisper of detritus with me. Snakes, dust, and a little reverb stuck in my throat.

Josolyn J. Jones is my name. We go by Jones on here to avoid gender confusion and keep the Joneheads at arm's length so I don't get blown up.

and all the way into your little houses and screens. There was no way they could have known. It's not their fault, but it's hardly mine either. I'm just playing the cards as dealt. You want to stop me, you find this person and you stop them. Go back in time. You can't so I win.

Whoever went as far as the snake-infested cave of my birth to splice a Sun disc with deepsought slime slog genes, in doing so they gave rise to a livestream that fights limits thought unfightable to bring my pursuit of entertainment from Sun to Moon from Moon to Sun

For the pleasant people of the moon, the formal formative formation of the Sun disc — crown, halo, ouroboros — was inevitable.

to realise it and imbue the shared, thing-level idea with local form, creating an idol visible to all and breakable only in contravention of the natural development of religious law.

Sun discs are a mythological constant. No matter where we are, we sentient things see the Sun as a circle suspended in the atmosphere. Those who worship the Sun, who call it their god to any nth degree, naturally as sentient things wish to capture some essence of it,

Pleasant Moon's scientists, many and much accomplished, are the pride of the area.

A human being may assume that as shadows they can see through themselves into their own souls — a greater measure of certainty than the human could likely ever dream of. This inverse attention is their traditional purpose; and just as Moon Planet shudders with machines and cola foundries,