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[fourthmade]

This is a place to send your prayers to the Fourth god. He may not always respond, or he may respond in ways you don’t expect, but he is always listening.

Speak, he hears you.

OOC note:  As of April 2020, threads with the gods will be capped at three NPC replies! Please keep this in mind when writing god prayers to make sure you get everything you need out of the thread.It’s also possible to handwave prayers by titling your comment HANDWAVED PRAYER. Handwaved prayers lack our usual flourish, but you can expect a faster response!

As of February 2024, god prayers will be handwaved only. Please only submit a prayer if you have a question for either god which needs answering in order to progress your character's arc within Ryslig. If this is something you need to tier up within the god boon system, or just to set up a player plot in general, please don't hesitate to submit a prayer about it! You may shorten it down to an OOC summary of what your character is asking. This will allow any of our helper mods to reply much faster, without having to dig into the specifics of either god's personality/writing quirks. Should this limitation be lifted again in the future, this note will be removed.

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[fourthmade]

[So Clarence doesn’t like being lonely, does he? The Fourth can help with that.

A voice--no, voices come from all around. A television, a radio, even the lights seem to buzz with the low murmur of speech and static. It corresponds with the words that appear on Clarence’s screen:]

dont worry
i dont like to lie :)

what i want to do to you all? nothing.

i just want to be free
I just want to be done with this world

you too
right?

maybe you can help me
maybe we can help each other
as long as you stay with me
i can make sure there will always be
something
someone
in your head with you

[yourdearfriend]

[When the electronics first hum to life with sound and speech, Clarence's immediate instinct is to cover his ears and cower, overwhelmed by the sudden burst of activity. Within seconds, however, his muscles relax and his hands lift, little by little, as though they were being tugged outwards by a string. It's completely automatic. Unconscious. He'd have an easier time stopping his own heartbeat.

something, someone, in your head with you

He starts laughing, a low rattle that eventually catches in his throat and becomes a giggle.

He reaches for the keyboard, trembling.]

I had a feeling Id like you
buddy

:)

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