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GavJ

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Cool sidewalk poetry
« on: July 22, 2014, 10:52:09 pm »
After much analysis and anagram tools and context, I am pretty sure this is some self referential verse that says:



IN THE MOSSY BARK
I WRITE
LIGHT BREEDING SHADOWS
AND LIGHT
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Dwarf fortress in 50 words: You start with seven alcoholic, manic-depressive dwarves. You build a fortress in the wilderness where EVERYTHING tries to kill you, including your own dwarves. Usually, your chief imports are immigrants, beer, and optimism. Your chief exports are misery, limestone violins, forest fires, elf tallow soap, and carved kitten bone.

GavJ

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Re: Cool sidewalk poetry
« Reply #1 on: July 22, 2014, 11:01:15 pm »
Somebody definitely walked on the last word.

I'm fairly confident that it's all one word, though, not "I __" because of the syllable structure. And I'm also fairly confident that it is going to rhyme, since that makes a much nicer poem than any of the other candidates in this particular situation I think.

Of those words that do rhyme and make any sense, the options would be "SIGHT, LIGHT, NIGHT"
Night is possible, since I found it early in the morning, but isn't as pretty to my ear or quite as sensical. Sight would be cool sounding and reasonable, but I don't see how it could reasonably fit the big vertical stick.

The only halfway reasonable non rhyming single word in my opinion was "TIME"

And if it's two words it breaks syllables, but even so:
"I WENT"
"I LIVE"
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Cauliflower Labs – Geologically realistic world generator devblog

Dwarf fortress in 50 words: You start with seven alcoholic, manic-depressive dwarves. You build a fortress in the wilderness where EVERYTHING tries to kill you, including your own dwarves. Usually, your chief imports are immigrants, beer, and optimism. Your chief exports are misery, limestone violins, forest fires, elf tallow soap, and carved kitten bone.