#debitum

[versinator]

Éltesd debitum

Érettségiző viadallal mindenhatóságot szirommal Idefent autóbuszokon kutyuskám váraim Megszorítottad termőn elbúcsúztunk botommal

Elfedi fényképpel nézések gondolataim Üldögélünk földesúr harangkongás sírhantra Jajveszékelt figyelmeztessek égtáj jóbarátaim

Börtönében négybe távcsövezve hídkorlátra Csontod sisakos jövője őszen Patakzó sötétedő viszontlátni csapzottra

Megszomjaztál lócák meséskönyv fölrezzen Arcképek eszelősen öntözik lommal Cseresznyefa lefojtva őszen ereszen

[spitsfire]

"TOUCHY," SHE JOKES. "JUST COVERING ALL MY BASES, LOVE." Better she's not placed on scouting duty anyway — it's a guns blazing sort of night, and luckily that seems exactly what Rowan's already got planned.

"After you, boss."

                                                           »»-------⏣-------««

Ari had expected to be more tired than she is at 2am after the day she's had, but she suspects the adrenaline is keeping her going. She'll hibernate later — after she's cleared the immediate threat to herself.

For now, her eyes are fixed on the dock in front of her, watching from their vantage point, memorising each patrol route for once she's down there. All that's left is Rowan's go-ahead. "So, what's the play?"

"I am slightly offended that you think I haven't.'' Rowan chuckled. He had already gotten the report as he was speaking to her, his face brandishing that grin of his as a result.

The point was to make noise.

A lot of noise.

And Rowan was going to sing louder than them all. "Shipment is gonna grace our harbor at exactly 2 am tonight. Briggs likes to utilize the chance that there won't be anyone around and his men tend to be a little easy going when that's the case." Rowan laid it all out as best he could, not dwelling on the possibility of something unprecedented happening. That came with all missions and as far as Rowan was concerned, come what may. He was not taking anything lying down.

"It is currently midnight...so I say we make our way there, before Briggs decides that his fun is to be had elsewhere.''

[imagine-lcorp]

Bullet for My Valentine (Part I)

A/N: Hi my little darings, well as promised (a bit late, I know...) here's one fic of the ones I wrote as a thank you, to all of you who helped my friend by liking their little FB post, and even if you didn't have the chance to support them, I hope you enjoy this little piece. This has been in my WIPS for ages. Let me know what you think!

Lena Luthor x R/John Wick AU //Word Count:2,759 

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Lena's lunch time started with a bang.

She didn't think too much of it at first as she was sitting at her desk and about to enjoy her food. But then another couple of bangs followed and she knew it hadn't been just loud sounds. She called Jess immediately but even her amazing assistant was unaware of what was happening.

"I don't know, Miss Luthor, I'm trying to call security but it seems-" A louder bang interrupted Jess, and she yelped in response.

"Jess!" Lena called, but she could hear nothing on the other side.

She left the phone, making a run for her purse, which she had left on the couch of her office. Inside, she recalled with regret, she had left the watch Supergirl had given her in case of emergency, and this one was very much it. Lena reached her it and rummaged frantically on her bag until she found the watch, but her office doors burst open before she could press the button.

You had kicked them open, keeping your gun raised as you entered and pointed at each corner of the room until your eyes found her.

"Don't move." You ordered, keeping your eyes on her to take in every single detail available to you. You noticed the watch and quickly understood what she was trying to do. You cursed mentally as you tried to catch your breath.

This wasn't how you had planned your day.

It had started as a quiet morning. You had been sitting in the kitchen table of your apartment, sipping from your cup while you read the newspaper.

The headlines praised the Girl of Steel once more, for keeping National City safe after fighting another group of rouge aliens and for helping locate several warehouses that participated in shady business. You had scoffed a bit at it. If only the Girl of Steel knew the intricate system that truly ruled over the cities she protected, she would have needed ten more like herself to barely grasp its surface.

You kept reading the news, dwelling for those moments of peace that life conceded you before you had to travel again, looking for your next target, unaware that your day was about to change drastically.

The bell of your apartment door had rung a couple of times before you answered and were surprised to find no one at the door. Instead, as you looked outside you noticed an envelope on the floor with a red wax seal you recognized instantly. You reached for it and opened it.

Inside you only found one thing. A little note that read: Quod Debitum Sanguine, you have one hour (Y/N). That was all you need to know to get ready. There was a debt you had to repay.

"Miss Luthor, if you appreciate your life and that of your friends, you will not press that button." You raised a brow at her and green defiant eyes looked back at you.

"And why is that?"

"Because they will die, and you too, if you don't listen to me." You kept the gun up and pointed at her hand. You were ready to risk a piece of her if that meant at least she would remain alive.

"Lower the gun and I might consider it."

She was trying to bargain and although you didn't have time for that, you felt like you had to play your cards as best as you could.

"Your father sent me, Miss Luthor." You said, and that seemed to confuse her enough that her attention was completely on you. "I wish I could explain further but we're running out of time."

"Where's Jess? My assistant?"

"I told her to leave. All your security has been compromised." You lowered your gun slowly, raising the hand that didn't hold the gun to show her you had nothing else on your hands. "I mean no harm. I know it doesn't look like it but you can trust me."

She seemed to ponder it for a moment even against all logic and reason of what she shouldn't. What finally convinced her you meant no harm was the way you handed two men as they entered her office with guns raised at her. Lena saw them come after you first but your reflexes were faster. You dodged one coming right after you as you shoot the other in the chest. The latter fell right to the ground as the bullet hit him. The one that remained tried to point his gun at you but you were faster and shot him twice, once in the foot and once in the stomach, leaving him too to agonize on the floor.

"There's more coming." You said regaining your composure, unfazed by the splatters of blood around you, and looked at her. "We have to go."

"Where are we going?" It was all Lena said before following you.

Whatever was happening, she figured it was best to have someone like you by her side, although she had preferred for you to use a less violent method. However, she quickly understood that wouldn't have been possible as more and more men keep coming for you while you were on your way down to the building. You took down a dozen before taking the elevator that lead to the underground parking lot and she didn't know if to be impressed or fear for her life, this time for real. But you had had many chances to end her and yet, you were doing the opposite, keeping her alive.

"You said my father sent you. How? Who are you?" She asked while you waited for the elevator to go down and open its doors.

"My name is (Y/N), (Y/L/N), I met your father years ago, I owe him." You kept yourself a bit busy counting the bullets left on the cartridge of your gun.

"Well, he passed away quite a few years ago too. I doubt he would care for you to pay him back." She said and you smiled, shaking your head.

"It's a bit more complicated than that." You said without adding more.

"I still don't know why I can't call for help."

"I know you have very powerful friends, Miss Luthor, but they are no match for this." You said as you changed the cartridge of your gun, getting ready. "Your head is worth a lot of money at the moment, all the people coming after you, they won't stop at anything until they put a bullet through your head."

"Some of my friends are bulletproof." She replied crossing her arms. "They could help us a little."

You scoffed. "If you mean the almighty Girl of Steel, they have Kryptonite bullets already in store for her."

Lena frowned and looked at you with suspicion. "How do you know about Kryptonite?"

"I have a lot of explaining to do, I know, but now is not the time or place." You looked at the elevator panel, there were only a couple of floors before you reached the parking lot. "I have to take you somewhere safe first."

"Where, exactly?" Lena watched as you raised your gun. The elevator had arrived and it was a moment before the doors opened.

"You'll see. Now, find cover." You said and as soon as the doors parted you lunched forward, essentially shooting everything that moved your way.

After managing to leave a little trail of bodies in the parking lot, you decided you had to hurry up. You had been hit by a bullet on your left arm, nothing too serious, a scratch for you really, but you still felt yourself losing energy. More assassins were on their way, no doubt, and you had little time to carry out your plan. Lena didn't ask more questions as you broke the window of a car and opened it. You both needed a ride and you didn't care what the options were. You and Lena got inside the car and you drove to the only place you knew was safe enough for the both of you.

"Welcome to the Continental. How may I help you?" The receptionist smiled as you approached her desk, looking you up and down discreetly.

"Good morning." You said with a little smile. "One room please." You took something from one of your jacket pockets, placing the object on the counter, sliding it to the receptionist.

Lena, who was standing a step behind you, looked at the exchange with curiosity and amazement. If she had seen you entering her hotel lobby looking like that, full of sweat and with bloodstains all over your clothes, with a car almost destroyed outside due to the mortal chase you had barely managed to escape, she would have called the police immediately.

Instead, she saw the receptionist take a thick golden coin from your fingers and slide it under her desk and look at you both with the most charming smile.

"A double room would be alright?" The receptionist asked and silently hoped you wouldn't call the laundry service. The big stains of blood on your clothes wouldn't come off easily.

"That would be nice, thank you." You nodded. "The doctor?"

"I'll send him to your room." The woman said and handed you a key. "Enjoy your stay."

You thanked her once more and walked to the elevators, with Lena following behind as she had done since she left her office with you.

The world had changed around her in a darker shade she didn't think was possible. You were a cold blood assassin protecting her and the people around you, the people there in the hotel, that she guessed was a fancy facade, barely batted an eye at your appearance, as if they were used to seeing people in that state all the time. A million questions were swirling in her mind, but she decided it was best to ask once you had been attended by the medic, that arrived shortly after you reached your assigned room.

She got checked first, and you were glad she hadn't been hurt too badly, only a few bruises and little cuts from all the debris you had left behind.

"Are you ready to tell me what's going on?" Lena pulled the chair where the doctor had been stitching you up and sat with her arms crossed. Her determined expression told you she was quite done with everything going around.

You grunted, feeling still sore from the chasing and the fight of the morning, and poured yourself a glass of bourbon the reception had so kindly sent for your pains. You poured some in another glass for her, placing the glass in front of her.

"Long story short, someone has put a price on your head. A bounty of 30 million dollars to the first mercenary that puts a bullet through your head." You took a mouthful of your drink and looked at her, waiting for her reply. She didn't touch her glass.

She raised a brow at you. "Who?"

"I don't know...yet." You shrugged. "But I'm sure we'll find who soon."

Lena looked at you with very inquisitive eyes. "And why are you protecting me?"

You sighed. It was time for explanations. "We are both here because of Lionel..."

You started in the criminal underworld as a young and reckless amateur but full of ambition. You had been always good at it, managing to survive in this ruthless world since you were a child. You had been lucky one of the crime bosses that ruled over National City got an interest in you.

You had raised quickly to the ranks and when you were old enough to fend for yourself you realized you wanted to be a bit more independent. Your boss didn't like the idea that much but decided to give you the change, not believing you could make it outside his business and he had been quite right once you left his side. Trying to get a contract, a killing order, was difficult even if it was open for everyone. You needed contacts and a chance, and it came in the form of Lionel Luthor.

There was a moment, years ago when his business started to struggle. Government officials were on his tail, trying to take him to the court over inconsistencies in his security protocols, trying to accuse him of espionage and such. It was all nonsense. Behind it all there was one person moving the strings, a very high official also involved in some shady business, and Lionel hated them enough to want them dead.

"I went to your father and offered my services." You poured yourself another finger of bourbon. "He refused, but I made him an offer of my own. If he put the contract and allowed me to take it, I would offer him a Marker. A sort of promise, sealed with blood, that would allow him to ask of me anything in the future. I would do it, with no questions asked, with no refusal, to repay his kindness."

"So he did." She finally took the glass you have poured for her and looked at the bottom of it.

"Yep." You took a sip of your glass and shifted in your seat.

"So what? Did he ask you to protect me before his death?" She tilted her head and took a sip of her drink. "How considerate."

You scoffed. "Believe it or not, he kind of did. Apparently he included his assets from all of this in his last will. He left you my Marker and a last request for me." You sighed. "If there was ever a contract opened for you, I was to protect you from everyone that came after you until they pulled it off, or in its defect, kill the idiot that opened the contract in the first place. That would automatically cancel it, unless there is another person to push it forward."

You downed the last of your bourbon, placing your glass back on the table, and looked at her.

"And you're doing this just in good faith? Because you have a debt with my father?"

"I am." You frowned slightly. "Look, miss Luthor, I sure all this seems a bit surreal but here's something you have to understand. This world has its own rules, and those rules must be obeyed. Some of those rules are, one, no business within Continental grounds, and two, that every Marker must be honored."

You explained raising two fingers at her.

"The first rule is very simple, and it will explain why I brought you here. This hotel is a sort of save haven for people like me, the golden rule demands that everyone who stays here must not participate in any contract, no matter how tempting. So it means you're kind of untouchable right now. No one will dare to kill you unless they have a death wish of their own."

"You can do that?" She said surprised. "Bringing a target here?"

"Honestly, I don't know but so far it seems it's working for us." You leaned back in your chair. "Now, about the Marker...I have to complete your father's request so you, if you'll be so kind, can seal the other part of the Marker and finally free me of it. Otherwise, I'll be considered excommunicado, meaning I'll lose all kind of privileges and protection and be killed on sight. If I don't get killed first, of course."

"Well, I would very much like to help you and free myself of this." She put her glass on the table too and looked at you with the most unimpressed expression. "Unfortunately, I don't have your Marker. My father never mentioned such thing, and I don't think I've seen it."

"I know." You nodded slowly. "You must claim it first, with management."

"I have to call the Manager?"

At that moment, the black landline phone in your room started to ring. You both turned to look at it and you grunted as you pulled yourself from your chair to answer, you were barely feeling better. You raised the speaker to your ear and listened. Lena observed you hum and reply, some times with a yes or a no, and end the call shortly after.

"Well, you won't have to call him. We are booked for dinner with him tonight, at seven." You returned to your chair and sighed. "Let's make sure to wear something nice."

She scoffed and downed the last of her drink. It was turning to be a very interesting day.

[hsincerely]

BOOKS READ IN 2023: the raven boys by maggie stiefvater

“The road isn’t awake.” “The … ley line?” Blue suggested. A little wistfully, she added, “But that doesn’t explain why only you and Noah can hear it.” The trees murmured, Si expergefacere via, erimus in debitum. “If you wake the line, they’ll be in your debt.”

[spitsfire]

SHE GRINS LAZILY, CATCHING HIS LOWER LIP BETWEEN HERS. She thinks she knows of the movie he's talking about, though she'd not actually seen it before. "Whatever your heart desires, lover. We can leave it for last." Ari sits up smoothly, watching him lounge beneath her with a twitch at her lips, and her hands cover his to drag them further up her thighs, to that plush point right before they crease at her hips.

"It's about a girl…" Smoothly and slowly, she rolls her hips just slightly, just enough; over that naked gap between his otherwise-clothed thighs to coax him to attention. Her movements are so lazy they're almost idle, like an afterthought. "Beautiful, glamorous… looking for belonging and happiness. She thinks she'll find it in money… but she doesn't." She sighs softly and tosses her long hair back, the first sparks of pleasure crackling in her belly. "She meets a handsome man, a writer, but she's afraid of her feelings for him. Thinks he'll cage her."

She takes hold of his hands and guides them from her hips, up her waist and to her breasts, encouraging him to touch, to grab. "Buuut... I won't spoil the rest," she murmurs with a glimmer of a smile, tongue peeking from between her lips. "You'll find out what happens soon enough."

He ponders visibly, his lips pursing and his eyes narrowing; artfully delighted by swift movements, soft sounds, becoming domestic in this flex of familiar crossroads; borne so quickly, and placing his palms astride her naked thighs.

"Ridley Scott's 'Legend', in particularity," says Roland primly. "But, yea, 'tis a magnum opus of all things fantastical and beautiful, and shouldst such a scroll of golden Words be saved for that lasting Note? Shouldst this become the Key, this mosaic of billowing white, and of gold, sprayed glitter?

"Of what is the plot of 'Tiffany's?" inquires he, nestling into the coverlet and the messy pillows; looking contented and connected with that haphazard sprawl of debauched Luxury, the modern, leather-smelling God purring in his lounge.

[spitsfire]

❛ want me to model these for you? ❜ from eritvita 👀

SUBTLE SMUT SENTENCE STARTERS:

It was a bold purchase, Ariveth knows, but those words in response to it cement at least some relief that it wasn't one he disliked. She watches Roland from the head of the bed, nestled comfortably among the pillows with a drag from the cigarette hanging between her fingers; eyes flicking from his face to the pair of risqué black leather chaps and then back again. She smiles, lazy and impish. "What else do you think I bought them for, honey?" she murmurs, tilting her head. "Pictured you in 'em the moment they caught my eye."

She's teasing, the specific cuts of the garment very telling regarding her intentions, but her flattery's completely genuine. "D'ya like them?" She waves her hand in gesture to what could very loosely be called 'pants', the pillar of smoke from her cigarette dancing briefly in the air. Her smile relaxes, but her eyes never lose their glint. "Be honest."

[tdciago]

Fargo: Peccata-Eating

(Previously posted on Reddit)

That title is not a typo. Did you wonder why the writers chose chicken piccata as the recipe used in Linda? Here's the answer.

Peccata in Latin means "sins."

So when Linda tells Dot, "Now, eat your piccata," she's really saying, "Now, eat your sins."

There is also something called "debitum peccati" (the debt of sin) which has to do with the Immaculate Conception of Mary, and that she was born without original sin.

I believe this is more evidence that the diner in Linda was not real. The name of it was also very coincidental. Brace Truck Stop foreshadows the end of Dot's fantastic journey. Brace! Truck! Stop! And the Camp Utopia postcard (which Dot never looked at in the diner) says that the camp is in Minnesota. Why would a real truck stop in North Dakota have a postcard for a place in Minnesota?

Of course, there's also the fact that Dot magically seems to know in her diner dream exactly what her pancake order will look like before it's actually served.

This is all evidence that her experience began when she hit her head after falling asleep at the wheel, and never got the car back on the road.

[likesunsetorange]

40&48

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fic ask game

40. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

omg i def re read fics!! my two most read fics are my two favorite fics!! i’ve re read the way life goes by @sunlightandsuffering SO MANY TIMES!!!! it’s one of my favorite fics LOL eren and mikasa in that fic are so funny and i could never get tired of it!! my other fav fic ive read so many times is how to coexist!! i specifically read the chapter where mikasa realizes she’s in love with eren LOL it’s just really sweet to me!!!

48. What was the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

i read quod debitum sanguine! (be sure to read the tags though)!!

i just started reading beautiful wreck by bitterensweet!! i’d recommend both!!

[spitsfire]

THE RESTRAINT IS TO BE ADMIRED, even if it's needless now; with the inevitable all but assured. She watches Danila reach for the drink, the slight clumsiness about it endearing. It lowers her guard a little, makes her think he couldn't possibly be as dangerous as the contract made it seem. He was too... sweet.

The private rooms. Perfect.

Ari smiles. "You're right, they do." When she stands from her stool, she takes him by the hand on her way, a glint in her gaze before she turns to tug him along after her; weaving through the crowd toward the corridor leading to the rooms — but a wicked, impatient streak makes her stop before the destination.

She spins instead, pushing him against the nearest wall, hands full of the front of his shirt and her eyes a little wild in the silent pause before she kisses him, hot and fierce, like their time is short. Which it is.

The way Ari crossed her leg didn't go unnoticed, though Danila's eyes quickly darted to a safer zone as he focused on keeping his gaze on her face. It was as if she had read his mind and deliberately tried to get him flustered again. Was it working? For sure. But at this point, he was very much flattered, too.

And excited.

A shiver ran through his body at her touch. His hand fumbled towards his almost forgotten beer, and he took a gulp. All the possibilities, huh? He could certainly think of a few.

"I think they have private rooms here."

[kavalyera]

translating john wick coins/other stuff‼️‼️

— pngs by @treedaddymcpuffpuff

QUOD DEBITUM SANQUINE — “THE DEBT IS PAID WITH BLOOD”

E PLURIBUS UNUM — “ONE OUT OF MANY”

ACTIONES SECUNDUM FIDEI — “ACTIONS ACCORDING TO FAITH”

FIRMITAS SERVITIUM UNITUS DOMINATIO — “STABILITY, SERVICE, UNITY, DOMINANCE”

SI VIS PACEM PARA BELLUM — “IF YOU WANT PEACE, PREPARE FOR WAR”

[konrul]

In the footsteps of Nietzsche and Albert Spaggiari on the Côte d'Azur

Memorial plaque for Friedrich Nietzsche at 38 Rue Catherine Segurane, Nice

Sometimes to go to on a seaside vacation is a most serious debitum. To find something you will enjoy is an absolute necessity.

Nice is certainly a place, but not a city. It is a place that invites you to idleness, but it doesn't even have a sandy beach. The marks those pebbles leave on your behind disappear quickly, but the exorbitant prices are something you will remember for a long time.

Now some of the good stuff:

even if you usually don't enjoy dishes that have fish, you will like the salade niçoise

the pissaladière

the Lorina limonade that they sell in flip-top bottles

If you want to go to a sandy beach then you can take the train to Italy proper. After 50 minutes or so you will arrive in Ventimiglia. You will rely on Google maps and you will regret that quickly, but after going through a tunnel, climbing some stairs between houses and building sites, taking turns left and right you arrive at an unassuming castle. You know that you are at the right place and you start your descent. Bushes, rocks and rust and then suddenly the beach. First you can see the peculiar structure of an elevator climbing the rock, then a shabby bar where playing cards is forbidden. The railway is just above so the beach itself feels like something taken out of a spagghetti western.

Le Calandre beach in Ventimiglia (image taken from Wikimedia)

Everyone will say that you should visit Èze. They are wrong, you should visit instead a Transylvanian peasant fortress. I was just done ranting up in the village when I noticed the sign: Sentier Nietzsche. With a renewed gusto we followed Nietzsche's path downhill.

If you feel fit you can go uphill, but there's a risk: you might get inspiration to complete your most important philosophical work.

(more to follow with analogue photos)

P.S. Buy the cigarettes in Italy. They are half the price. Always buy Chiara Valle.

[astonishment-and-dread]

Quomodo desecratis nomen mihi, damnata lupa? Noscendus est ad te a me, graduatus sum ex academia nautae phocae, et supremus in classis mihi fui, et participavi in multis incursionibus clandestinis ad Al-Quaedam, et manus mei super trecentos mortes efficerunt. In bello gorillae exercitatum et supremum in CF militia venator scolopacidae sum. Ad me nihil sed scopus alius es. Eviscerabo cum cura accurata quae numquam in hac Terra visus est, exaudi verbae mei. Iudicasne te dicere potens in Interrete hanc merdam ad me non cum invocatio irae mei? Reiudica, irrumator. Cum dicimus, clandestinum retem speculatorum meum in CFA evoco et PI tuus vestigatur itaque debes praeparare pro tempestate, vermis. Tempestas quae eviscerabit miserum parvamque rem nuncupas vitam tuum. Exanimis es, puer. Possum existere in locis omnibus, et interficere te super septingentos in modum, et hi cum nulla sed manus mei est. Non solum in pugnam inermem exercitavi, sed etiam totum armamentarium Legionis Marinae Civitatum Foederatarum teneo et utar ad possibilitatem maximam eviscere miserum parvum tuum culum ex tota continente, merdula. Utinam accepisses retributionem impiam quam parvum eloquium “sapiens” impellet in te, non dixisses has verbas infernalis. Sed non potuisti, non egisti, et nunc solvis debitum tuum, blennus damnatus. Cacabo furorem in te et in hoc mergeris. Multus exanimis es, puerulus.

[spitsfire]

"'TAKEN'?" Ariveth says it like the opposite is the most obvious fact in the world, but she knows her own proclivity for carrying on and leading on. "Wasn't aware I'd been claimed." Her lips pucker against an oncoming grin; she'll always skirt an issue, make light of any tense situation. She reaches to touch his forearm idly, feather-light and coaxing. "So... why haven't I heard this song of yours yet?"

   ꒷꒦‧˚ open: f /nb ˚. ꒷꒦ 

"  —  maybe  next  time,  a  heads  up  would  be  nice  before  I  write  a  song  about  a  fucking  taken  woman  ..  "

[salomeapologist]

imagine me rolling my eyes like actually physically at the term “reddere debitum” but also attempting not to sing along to linger. dark academia

[bioluminescent-fungus]

Hic locus nuntium est, et partem seriei nuntii est, audite!

Hoc nuntium mittenda fuit nostrum debitum gravia. Putavimus fueramus gentes potentes.

Hic locus locum honoris non est, nec res dilecta commemoratur, nihil pretii hic est.

Ista res, quae hic, periculosissimus et pessimus est. Hoc nuntium monstrum de pernicie est.

Ista pernicies in quodam statu est, crescens ad centrum, istum centrum perniciei hic, quandam magnitudinem et figuram habet, subtus nos.

Ista pernicies adhuc praesentem est in tempore vestro sicut nostro.

Ista pernicies corporalis est et potest interficere.

Forma perniciei emanationem energiae est.

Ista pernicies tantum liberetur si hunc locum dirumpatis. Hunc locum evitato et ne incolito!

This place is a message, and is part of a series of messages, listen!

Sending this message was our grave obligation. We thought we had been a powerful people.

This place is not a place of honor, nor is a beloved thing commemorated; nothing of worth is here.

That thing which is here is most dangerous and most wicked. This message is a warning about ruin.

That ruin is in a certain position, growing towards a center, that center of ruin is here, it has a certain size and shape below us.

That ruin is still present in your time as in ours.

That ruin is bodily, and can kill.

The form of the ruin is an emanation of energy.

That ruin would only be set free if you should disturb this place. Shun and do not dwell in this place!

[p2p-investor]

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