Quote Tower to Heaven

[The Hand That Fisted Everyone]

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

We begin the Ascent. God Speed To Us All

nope

this is blasphemy against doodthing

why are you rebelling against doodthing

i will consolidate these towers for DGWH[dogod]

we have now advanced our architecture. A New Dawn for Boyagers everywhere

Reporting in with advanced blueprint technologies! I'll have my engineers pound in some shit-posts and columns to strengthen the foundation!

for the good of the nation and for the good of our sacred people you take on this enormous task. Doodthing be with you my child

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

Innovation Never Ceases.

[don't let's]

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

We begin the Ascent. God Speed To Us All

nope

this is blasphemy against doodthing

why are you rebelling against doodthing

i will consolidate these towers for DGWH[dogod]

we have now advanced our architecture. A New Dawn for Boyagers everywhere

Reporting in with advanced blueprint technologies! I'll have my engineers pound in some shit-posts and columns to strengthen the foundation!

for the good of the nation and for the good of our sacred people you take on this enormous task. Doodthing be with you my child

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

Innovation Never Ceases.

for the quota

[silvertone]

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

We begin the Ascent. God Speed To Us All

nope

this is blasphemy against doodthing

why are you rebelling against doodthing

i will consolidate these towers for DGWH[dogod]

we have now advanced our architecture. A New Dawn for Boyagers everywhere

Reporting in with advanced blueprint technologies! I'll have my engineers pound in some shit-posts and columns to strengthen the foundation!

for the good of the nation and for the good of our sacred people you take on this enormous task. Doodthing be with you my child

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

Innovation Never Ceases.

for the quota

Making a tower for quota and For the win!

[strongbad]

please stop for the love of god

[Travis]

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

We begin the Ascent. God Speed To Us All

nope

this is blasphemy against doodthing

why are you rebelling against doodthing

i will consolidate these towers for DGWH[dogod]

we have now advanced our architecture. A New Dawn for Boyagers everywhere

Reporting in with advanced blueprint technologies! I'll have my engineers pound in some shit-posts and columns to strengthen the foundation!

for the good of the nation and for the good of our sacred people you take on this enormous task. Doodthing be with you my child

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

Innovation Never Ceases.

for the quota

Making a tower for quota and For the win!

When I was a child, my father sat me down on the edge of the campfire and pointed into the flames. "See son", he said to me. "See the flames?"
"Yes", I responded.
He then pointed to the horizon, pink and ruddy with the setting sun. "Look past the camps and the mud huts. The temples and choir caves. Look to the line that marks the edge of the world."
I followed his gaze and looked and saw. A dark line, straight and perfect, etched in stone and earth and prairie grass.
"I see it father", I spoke softly, barely audible over the whoops and shouts of the returning hunting party.
And he spoke to me my mission, my life's one goal, the path to meaning and virtue. He said:
"I think a big tower would look bomb ass on the hill over there".
And now I'm here.

[The Hand That Fisted Everyone]

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

We begin the Ascent. God Speed To Us All

nope

this is blasphemy against doodthing

why are you rebelling against doodthing

i will consolidate these towers for DGWH[dogod]

we have now advanced our architecture. A New Dawn for Boyagers everywhere

Reporting in with advanced blueprint technologies! I'll have my engineers pound in some shit-posts and columns to strengthen the foundation!

for the good of the nation and for the good of our sacred people you take on this enormous task. Doodthing be with you my child

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

Innovation Never Ceases.

for the quota

Making a tower for quota and For the win!

When I was a child, my father sat me down on the edge of the campfire and pointed into the flames. "See son", he said to me. "See the flames?"
"Yes", I responded.
He then pointed to the horizon, pink and ruddy with the setting sun. "Look past the camps and the mud huts. The temples and choir caves. Look to the line that marks the edge of the world."
I followed his gaze and looked and saw. A dark line, straight and perfect, etched in stone and earth and prairie grass.
"I see it father", I spoke softly, barely audible over the whoops and shouts of the returning hunting party.
And he spoke to me my mission, my life's one goal, the path to meaning and virtue. He said:
"I think a big tower would look bomb ass on the hill over there".
And now I'm here.

Some time passed.
We waited as the elders propped up wooden spits over the fire pits, spearing rough and bloody chunks of meat over the flames. Flames that spat and sputtered with dripping grease and birchbark and green branches.
My father edged closer to the flames in search of light, his hands holding a short blade and a rough chunk of beechwood, turning slowly. Calculating. Each turn dropping the smallest sliver of white wood into the small pile beneath his feet.
"The Tower", I said. "What will it be for?"
His hands stopped turning for the briefest moment and then resumed.
"See those men before you? The hunters, the elders, the clerics and the builders. The fire-gatherers and the hill-guards. All of them. All of us. Everyone plays a part. Everyone has a role."
"Even the storytellers? They don't work at all."
"Especially the storytellers! How else would we remember our fathers before us and their fathers before them? Every man and woman here is a stitch in the great weave. Everyone is essential."
A great idiot gasp, a drunken whoop arose from beyond one of the distant firepits. And in the soft firelight I could see the disgust on my father's face. With his blade he pointed. "Even them."

We sat in silence again. I realized he hadn't answered my question.

Etch These Words Into Ever Inch of the TOWER. Let History Live On In the Foundations of What We Create

[The Hand That Fisted Everyone]

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

We begin the Ascent. God Speed To Us All

nope

this is blasphemy against doodthing

why are you rebelling against doodthing

i will consolidate these towers for DGWH[dogod]

we have now advanced our architecture. A New Dawn for Boyagers everywhere

Reporting in with advanced blueprint technologies! I'll have my engineers pound in some shit-posts and columns to strengthen the foundation!

for the good of the nation and for the good of our sacred people you take on this enormous task. Doodthing be with you my child

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

Innovation Never Ceases.

for the quota

Making a tower for quota and For the win!

When I was a child, my father sat me down on the edge of the campfire and pointed into the flames. "See son", he said to me. "See the flames?"
"Yes", I responded.
He then pointed to the horizon, pink and ruddy with the setting sun. "Look past the camps and the mud huts. The temples and choir caves. Look to the line that marks the edge of the world."
I followed his gaze and looked and saw. A dark line, straight and perfect, etched in stone and earth and prairie grass.
"I see it father", I spoke softly, barely audible over the whoops and shouts of the returning hunting party.
And he spoke to me my mission, my life's one goal, the path to meaning and virtue. He said:
"I think a big tower would look bomb ass on the hill over there".
And now I'm here.

Some time passed.
We waited as the elders propped up wooden spits over the fire pits, spearing rough and bloody chunks of meat over the flames. Flames that spat and sputtered with dripping grease and birchbark and green branches.
My father edged closer to the flames in search of light, his hands holding a short blade and a rough chunk of beechwood, turning slowly. Calculating. Each turn dropping the smallest sliver of white wood into the small pile beneath his feet.
"The Tower", I said. "What will it be for?"
His hands stopped turning for the briefest moment and then resumed.
"See those men before you? The hunters, the elders, the clerics and the builders. The fire-gatherers and the hill-guards. All of them. All of us. Everyone plays a part. Everyone has a role."
"Even the storytellers? They don't work at all."
"Especially the storytellers! How else would we remember our fathers before us and their fathers before them? Every man and woman here is a stitch in the great weave. Everyone is essential."
A great idiot gasp, a drunken whoop arose from beyond one of the distant firepits. And in the soft firelight I could see the disgust on my father's face. With his blade he pointed. "Even them."

We sat in silence again. I realized he hadn't answered my question.

Etch These Words Into Ever Inch of the TOWER. Let History Live On In the Foundations of What We Create

bluaki can you make a program that turns this Amazing Tower of History into An Actual Digital Tower of History

[Travis]

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

We begin the Ascent. God Speed To Us All

nope

this is blasphemy against doodthing

why are you rebelling against doodthing

i will consolidate these towers for DGWH[dogod]

we have now advanced our architecture. A New Dawn for Boyagers everywhere

Reporting in with advanced blueprint technologies! I'll have my engineers pound in some shit-posts and columns to strengthen the foundation!

for the good of the nation and for the good of our sacred people you take on this enormous task. Doodthing be with you my child

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

Innovation Never Ceases.

for the quota

Making a tower for quota and For the win!

When I was a child, my father sat me down on the edge of the campfire and pointed into the flames. "See son", he said to me. "See the flames?"
"Yes", I responded.
He then pointed to the horizon, pink and ruddy with the setting sun. "Look past the camps and the mud huts. The temples and choir caves. Look to the line that marks the edge of the world."
I followed his gaze and looked and saw. A dark line, straight and perfect, etched in stone and earth and prairie grass.
"I see it father", I spoke softly, barely audible over the whoops and shouts of the returning hunting party.
And he spoke to me my mission, my life's one goal, the path to meaning and virtue. He said:
"I think a big tower would look bomb ass on the hill over there".
And now I'm here.

Some time passed.
We waited as the elders propped up wooden spits over the fire pits, spearing rough and bloody chunks of meat over the flames. Flames that spat and sputtered with dripping grease and birchbark and green branches.
My father edged closer to the flames in search of light, his hands holding a short blade and a rough chunk of beechwood, turning slowly. Calculating. Each turn dropping the smallest sliver of white wood into the small pile beneath his feet.
"The Tower", I said. "What will it be for?"
His hands stopped turning for the briefest moment and then resumed.
"See those men before you? The hunters, the elders, the clerics and the builders. The fire-gatherers and the hill-guards. All of them. All of us. Everyone plays a part. Everyone has a role."
"Even the storytellers? They don't work at all."
"Especially the storytellers! How else would we remember our fathers before us and their fathers before them? Every man and woman here is a stitch in the great weave. Everyone is essential."
A great idiot gasp, a drunken whoop arose from beyond one of the distant firepits. And in the soft firelight I could see the disgust on my father's face. With his blade he pointed. "Even them."

We sat in silence again. I realized he hadn't answered my question.

Etch These Words Into Ever Inch of the TOWER. Let History Live On In the Foundations of What We Create

bluaki can you make a program that turns this Amazing Tower of History into An Actual Digital Tower of History

bluaki can do anything probably

[silvertone]

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

We begin the Ascent. God Speed To Us All

nope

this is blasphemy against doodthing

why are you rebelling against doodthing

i will consolidate these towers for DGWH[dogod]

we have now advanced our architecture. A New Dawn for Boyagers everywhere

Reporting in with advanced blueprint technologies! I'll have my engineers pound in some shit-posts and columns to strengthen the foundation!

for the good of the nation and for the good of our sacred people you take on this enormous task. Doodthing be with you my child

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

Innovation Never Ceases.

for the quota

Making a tower for quota and For the win!

When I was a child, my father sat me down on the edge of the campfire and pointed into the flames. "See son", he said to me. "See the flames?"
"Yes", I responded.
He then pointed to the horizon, pink and ruddy with the setting sun. "Look past the camps and the mud huts. The temples and choir caves. Look to the line that marks the edge of the world."
I followed his gaze and looked and saw. A dark line, straight and perfect, etched in stone and earth and prairie grass.
"I see it father", I spoke softly, barely audible over the whoops and shouts of the returning hunting party.
And he spoke to me my mission, my life's one goal, the path to meaning and virtue. He said:
"I think a big tower would look bomb ass on the hill over there".
And now I'm here.

Some time passed.
We waited as the elders propped up wooden spits over the fire pits, spearing rough and bloody chunks of meat over the flames. Flames that spat and sputtered with dripping grease and birchbark and green branches.
My father edged closer to the flames in search of light, his hands holding a short blade and a rough chunk of beechwood, turning slowly. Calculating. Each turn dropping the smallest sliver of white wood into the small pile beneath his feet.
"The Tower", I said. "What will it be for?"
His hands stopped turning for the briefest moment and then resumed.
"See those men before you? The hunters, the elders, the clerics and the builders. The fire-gatherers and the hill-guards. All of them. All of us. Everyone plays a part. Everyone has a role."
"Even the storytellers? They don't work at all."
"Especially the storytellers! How else would we remember our fathers before us and their fathers before them? Every man and woman here is a stitch in the great weave. Everyone is essential."
A great idiot gasp, a drunken whoop arose from beyond one of the distant firepits. And in the soft firelight I could see the disgust on my father's face. With his blade he pointed. "Even them."

We sat in silence again. I realized he hadn't answered my question.

Etch These Words Into Ever Inch of the TOWER. Let History Live On In the Foundations of What We Create

bluaki can you make a program that turns this Amazing Tower of History into An Actual Digital Tower of History

bluaki can do anything probably

maybe yea

[YPrrrr]

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

We begin the Ascent. God Speed To Us All

nope

this is blasphemy against doodthing

why are you rebelling against doodthing

i will consolidate these towers for DGWH[dogod]

we have now advanced our architecture. A New Dawn for Boyagers everywhere

Reporting in with advanced blueprint technologies! I'll have my engineers pound in some shit-posts and columns to strengthen the foundation!

for the good of the nation and for the good of our sacred people you take on this enormous task. Doodthing be with you my child

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

Innovation Never Ceases.

for the quota

Making a tower for quota and For the win!

When I was a child, my father sat me down on the edge of the campfire and pointed into the flames. "See son", he said to me. "See the flames?"
"Yes", I responded.
He then pointed to the horizon, pink and ruddy with the setting sun. "Look past the camps and the mud huts. The temples and choir caves. Look to the line that marks the edge of the world."
I followed his gaze and looked and saw. A dark line, straight and perfect, etched in stone and earth and prairie grass.
"I see it father", I spoke softly, barely audible over the whoops and shouts of the returning hunting party.
And he spoke to me my mission, my life's one goal, the path to meaning and virtue. He said:
"I think a big tower would look bomb ass on the hill over there".
And now I'm here.

Some time passed.
We waited as the elders propped up wooden spits over the fire pits, spearing rough and bloody chunks of meat over the flames. Flames that spat and sputtered with dripping grease and birchbark and green branches.
My father edged closer to the flames in search of light, his hands holding a short blade and a rough chunk of beechwood, turning slowly. Calculating. Each turn dropping the smallest sliver of white wood into the small pile beneath his feet.
"The Tower", I said. "What will it be for?"
His hands stopped turning for the briefest moment and then resumed.
"See those men before you? The hunters, the elders, the clerics and the builders. The fire-gatherers and the hill-guards. All of them. All of us. Everyone plays a part. Everyone has a role."
"Even the storytellers? They don't work at all."
"Especially the storytellers! How else would we remember our fathers before us and their fathers before them? Every man and woman here is a stitch in the great weave. Everyone is essential."
A great idiot gasp, a drunken whoop arose from beyond one of the distant firepits. And in the soft firelight I could see the disgust on my father's face. With his blade he pointed. "Even them."

We sat in silence again. I realized he hadn't answered my question.

Etch These Words Into Ever Inch of the TOWER. Let History Live On In the Foundations of What We Create

bluaki can you make a program that turns this Amazing Tower of History into An Actual Digital Tower of History

bluaki can do anything probably

maybe yea

can bluaki stop god from destroying our tower, splitting our language, and scattering us to the corners of the earth???!?!?

[squirrelfriend]

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

We begin the Ascent. God Speed To Us All

nope

this is blasphemy against doodthing

why are you rebelling against doodthing

i will consolidate these towers for DGWH[dogod]

we have now advanced our architecture. A New Dawn for Boyagers everywhere

Reporting in with advanced blueprint technologies! I'll have my engineers pound in some shit-posts and columns to strengthen the foundation!

for the good of the nation and for the good of our sacred people you take on this enormous task. Doodthing be with you my child

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

Innovation Never Ceases.

for the quota

Making a tower for quota and For the win!

When I was a child, my father sat me down on the edge of the campfire and pointed into the flames. "See son", he said to me. "See the flames?"
"Yes", I responded.
He then pointed to the horizon, pink and ruddy with the setting sun. "Look past the camps and the mud huts. The temples and choir caves. Look to the line that marks the edge of the world."
I followed his gaze and looked and saw. A dark line, straight and perfect, etched in stone and earth and prairie grass.
"I see it father", I spoke softly, barely audible over the whoops and shouts of the returning hunting party.
And he spoke to me my mission, my life's one goal, the path to meaning and virtue. He said:
"I think a big tower would look bomb ass on the hill over there".
And now I'm here.

Some time passed.
We waited as the elders propped up wooden spits over the fire pits, spearing rough and bloody chunks of meat over the flames. Flames that spat and sputtered with dripping grease and birchbark and green branches.
My father edged closer to the flames in search of light, his hands holding a short blade and a rough chunk of beechwood, turning slowly. Calculating. Each turn dropping the smallest sliver of white wood into the small pile beneath his feet.
"The Tower", I said. "What will it be for?"
His hands stopped turning for the briefest moment and then resumed.
"See those men before you? The hunters, the elders, the clerics and the builders. The fire-gatherers and the hill-guards. All of them. All of us. Everyone plays a part. Everyone has a role."
"Even the storytellers? They don't work at all."
"Especially the storytellers! How else would we remember our fathers before us and their fathers before them? Every man and woman here is a stitch in the great weave. Everyone is essential."
A great idiot gasp, a drunken whoop arose from beyond one of the distant firepits. And in the soft firelight I could see the disgust on my father's face. With his blade he pointed. "Even them."

We sat in silence again. I realized he hadn't answered my question.

Etch These Words Into Ever Inch of the TOWER. Let History Live On In the Foundations of What We Create

bluaki can you make a program that turns this Amazing Tower of History into An Actual Digital Tower of History

bluaki can do anything probably

maybe yea

you'll have to pay her enough and make sure it doesn't cause her to lose her security clearance

[strongbad]

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

We begin the Ascent. God Speed To Us All

nope

this is blasphemy against doodthing

why are you rebelling against doodthing

i will consolidate these towers for DGWH[dogod]

we have now advanced our architecture. A New Dawn for Boyagers everywhere

Reporting in with advanced blueprint technologies! I'll have my engineers pound in some shit-posts and columns to strengthen the foundation!

for the good of the nation and for the good of our sacred people you take on this enormous task. Doodthing be with you my child

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

Innovation Never Ceases.

for the quota

Making a tower for quota and For the win!

When I was a child, my father sat me down on the edge of the campfire and pointed into the flames. "See son", he said to me. "See the flames?"
"Yes", I responded.
He then pointed to the horizon, pink and ruddy with the setting sun. "Look past the camps and the mud huts. The temples and choir caves. Look to the line that marks the edge of the world."
I followed his gaze and looked and saw. A dark line, straight and perfect, etched in stone and earth and prairie grass.
"I see it father", I spoke softly, barely audible over the whoops and shouts of the returning hunting party.
And he spoke to me my mission, my life's one goal, the path to meaning and virtue. He said:
"I think a big tower would look bomb ass on the hill over there".
And now I'm here.

Some time passed.
We waited as the elders propped up wooden spits over the fire pits, spearing rough and bloody chunks of meat over the flames. Flames that spat and sputtered with dripping grease and birchbark and green branches.
My father edged closer to the flames in search of light, his hands holding a short blade and a rough chunk of beechwood, turning slowly. Calculating. Each turn dropping the smallest sliver of white wood into the small pile beneath his feet.
"The Tower", I said. "What will it be for?"
His hands stopped turning for the briefest moment and then resumed.
"See those men before you? The hunters, the elders, the clerics and the builders. The fire-gatherers and the hill-guards. All of them. All of us. Everyone plays a part. Everyone has a role."
"Even the storytellers? They don't work at all."
"Especially the storytellers! How else would we remember our fathers before us and their fathers before them? Every man and woman here is a stitch in the great weave. Everyone is essential."
A great idiot gasp, a drunken whoop arose from beyond one of the distant firepits. And in the soft firelight I could see the disgust on my father's face. With his blade he pointed. "Even them."

We sat in silence again. I realized he hadn't answered my question.

Etch These Words Into Ever Inch of the TOWER. Let History Live On In the Foundations of What We Create

bluaki can you make a program that turns this Amazing Tower of History into An Actual Digital Tower of History

bluaki can do anything probably

maybe yea

can bluaki stop god from destroying our tower, splitting our language, and scattering us to the corners of the earth???!?!?

wow i get it now this is pretty cool guys

[squirrelfriend]

gee i can see the tower bearing an inscription  "here lies boyah"

[C.Mongler]

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

We begin the Ascent. God Speed To Us All

nope

this is blasphemy against doodthing

why are you rebelling against doodthing

i will consolidate these towers for DGWH[dogod]

we have now advanced our architecture. A New Dawn for Boyagers everywhere

Reporting in with advanced blueprint technologies! I'll have my engineers pound in some shit-posts and columns to strengthen the foundation!

for the good of the nation and for the good of our sacred people you take on this enormous task. Doodthing be with you my child

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

Innovation Never Ceases.

for the quota

Making a tower for quota and For the win!

When I was a child, my father sat me down on the edge of the campfire and pointed into the flames. "See son", he said to me. "See the flames?"
"Yes", I responded.
He then pointed to the horizon, pink and ruddy with the setting sun. "Look past the camps and the mud huts. The temples and choir caves. Look to the line that marks the edge of the world."
I followed his gaze and looked and saw. A dark line, straight and perfect, etched in stone and earth and prairie grass.
"I see it father", I spoke softly, barely audible over the whoops and shouts of the returning hunting party.
And he spoke to me my mission, my life's one goal, the path to meaning and virtue. He said:
"I think a big tower would look bomb ass on the hill over there".
And now I'm here.

Some time passed.
We waited as the elders propped up wooden spits over the fire pits, spearing rough and bloody chunks of meat over the flames. Flames that spat and sputtered with dripping grease and birchbark and green branches.
My father edged closer to the flames in search of light, his hands holding a short blade and a rough chunk of beechwood, turning slowly. Calculating. Each turn dropping the smallest sliver of white wood into the small pile beneath his feet.
"The Tower", I said. "What will it be for?"
His hands stopped turning for the briefest moment and then resumed.
"See those men before you? The hunters, the elders, the clerics and the builders. The fire-gatherers and the hill-guards. All of them. All of us. Everyone plays a part. Everyone has a role."
"Even the storytellers? They don't work at all."
"Especially the storytellers! How else would we remember our fathers before us and their fathers before them? Every man and woman here is a stitch in the great weave. Everyone is essential."
A great idiot gasp, a drunken whoop arose from beyond one of the distant firepits. And in the soft firelight I could see the disgust on my father's face. With his blade he pointed. "Even them."

We sat in silence again. I realized he hadn't answered my question.

Etch These Words Into Ever Inch of the TOWER. Let History Live On In the Foundations of What We Create

bluaki can you make a program that turns this Amazing Tower of History into An Actual Digital Tower of History

bluaki can do anything probably

maybe yea

can bluaki stop god from destroying our tower, splitting our language, and scattering us to the corners of the earth???!?!?

wow i get it now this is pretty cool guys

choo choo all aboard!!!

[don't let's]

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

We begin the Ascent. God Speed To Us All

nope

this is blasphemy against doodthing

why are you rebelling against doodthing

i will consolidate these towers for DGWH[dogod]

we have now advanced our architecture. A New Dawn for Boyagers everywhere

Reporting in with advanced blueprint technologies! I'll have my engineers pound in some shit-posts and columns to strengthen the foundation!

for the good of the nation and for the good of our sacred people you take on this enormous task. Doodthing be with you my child

Quote me and lets ascend not Only Into Heaven But Also into THE Tremendous Warmth of God...OUR Creator and FATHER

Innovation Never Ceases.

for the quota

Making a tower for quota and For the win!

When I was a child, my father sat me down on the edge of the campfire and pointed into the flames. "See son", he said to me. "See the flames?"
"Yes", I responded.
He then pointed to the horizon, pink and ruddy with the setting sun. "Look past the camps and the mud huts. The temples and choir caves. Look to the line that marks the edge of the world."
I followed his gaze and looked and saw. A dark line, straight and perfect, etched in stone and earth and prairie grass.
"I see it father", I spoke softly, barely audible over the whoops and shouts of the returning hunting party.
And he spoke to me my mission, my life's one goal, the path to meaning and virtue. He said:
"I think a big tower would look bomb ass on the hill over there".
And now I'm here.

Some time passed.
We waited as the elders propped up wooden spits over the fire pits, spearing rough and bloody chunks of meat over the flames. Flames that spat and sputtered with dripping grease and birchbark and green branches.
My father edged closer to the flames in search of light, his hands holding a short blade and a rough chunk of beechwood, turning slowly. Calculating. Each turn dropping the smallest sliver of white wood into the small pile beneath his feet.
"The Tower", I said. "What will it be for?"
His hands stopped turning for the briefest moment and then resumed.
"See those men before you? The hunters, the elders, the clerics and the builders. The fire-gatherers and the hill-guards. All of them. All of us. Everyone plays a part. Everyone has a role."
"Even the storytellers? They don't work at all."
"Especially the storytellers! How else would we remember our fathers before us and their fathers before them? Every man and woman here is a stitch in the great weave. Everyone is essential."
A great idiot gasp, a drunken whoop arose from beyond one of the distant firepits. And in the soft firelight I could see the disgust on my father's face. With his blade he pointed. "Even them."

We sat in silence again. I realized he hadn't answered my question.

Etch These Words Into Ever Inch of the TOWER. Let History Live On In the Foundations of What We Create

bluaki can you make a program that turns this Amazing Tower of History into An Actual Digital Tower of History

bluaki can do anything probably

maybe yea

can bluaki stop god from destroying our tower, splitting our language, and scattering us to the corners of the earth???!?!?

wow i get it now this is pretty cool guys

choo choo all aboard!!!

it won't stop