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(I'm pretty sure this is all correct, but please be merciful if there are any translation issues; German ain't my first language): Das Märchen von Der Lorelei, die für mehr als tausend Jahre in Ostgardr gewohnen sind... In dem alten Welt gab es Streit, grösser als alles im Vergangenheit. Die Welt war heiss geworden, und niemand könnte sie verbessern. Der Fluss Weser war grün mit das Krankheit der Welt, und die übele schulde Menschen, hatten verschwindet. Das Himmel und das Erde waren beide braun und grau mit Staub, und die Sonne, im Vergangenheit immer das beste Freund der Bäumer und Bauern, war jetzt kaum ein Freund. Die Menschen weinten, als sie sahen, die Welt sich Teil von Teil gerissen war. Und es gibt auch Lorelei. Für tausenden von Jahren, war Lorelei wütend, wie niemand in Geschichte der Welt. Sie war Göttin des Fluss Weser, und fast zwei tausend Jahren früher, hatten die Leute von das Land ihr eine scheussliche Ungerechtigkeit gemacht, zu scheusslich eben zu flüstern. Für

I ate half a dozen eggs and some other stuff for dinner yesterday and when I was done I had this cardboard egg carton. I looked at the thing and remembered being in Kindergarten; there was this thing we did once where we did an arts and crafts day; I built some kind of ship out of an egg carton. I don't recall exactly what design I used, but I remember bringing it home and being all proud of it, then I looked at it again and I was like "Shoot; I barely did anything to this, does it count as art? I mean it might as well just be an egg carton." Then I looked at it again and I was like "You know what, even if it were just an egg carton, I picke

The internet has done weird things to people. The most noticeable one I've encountered is that it imparts a more fast-paced feel to the lives of its users; things that are on public display are just there for kicks, and if people notice them they notice them, but personal messages have started to be treated almost more like chat messages than like the facsimiles of email they were at outset. It you don't answer it within a few hours people start to wonder if you got it, and they start sending you these urgent messages; this sort of "Hey, why aren't you responding" message. I don't personally like that; it makes me feel like someone else is tr