Talk:Performer of Actions

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Some names:

  • Changer of Plans
  • Developer of Machines
  • Manipulator of Progressions and Machinations
  • Modifier of Processes
  • Rearranger of Procedures
  • Revolver of Colors

Some hit messages:

  • It intersects your voice with a intoxicating shriek, and auburn metal sprays from the wound.
  • It ruptures your experience with a erotic memory, and lavender wicker extrudes from the wound.
  • It squeezes your third ear with a serrated probe. The tuneless release makes you smile auburn.
  • It taints your voice with a twisted pincer-hook. The revolving pain makes you nod manically.
  • It transforms your sense of regret into a stained glass triangle. Glowing, shifting gray oil drips from you.
  • It transforms your soul into a stained glass pyramid. Sepia-scintillating, translucent brown-glowing fuchsia oil trickles from you.

Some miss messages:

  • It attempts to amputate your liver, but you escape by turning into a dancing shrill whirlpool.
  • It attempts to amputate your mind, but you escape by hiding in a twitching sapphire wooden hurricane.
  • It attempts to consume your consciousness, but you escape by imagining a twitching cacophonous scintillating auburn cylinder.
  • It attempts to consume your third ear, but you escape by becoming a spiraling shifting yellow spiral.
  • It attempts to eat your heart, but you escape by meditating on a dancing deafening clay pyramid.
  • It attempts to eat your soul, but you escape by falling through a whirling crystalline stained glass cloud.
  • It attempts to extract your mind, but you escape by becoming a gyrating tuneless thrumming black pyramid.
  • It attempts to extract your third ear, but you escape by hiding in a twitching harmonious shifting lavender cloud.
  • It attempts to extract your voice, but you escape by becoming a twirling piercing humming hexagon.
  • It attempts to remove your life, but you escape by hiding behind an oscillating laughing pyramid.
  • It attempts to taste your memory, but you escape by concealing yourself behind a whirling harmonious hurricane.
  • It attempts to absorb your soul, but you protect yourself with a light of translucent throbbing questions.
  • It attempts to amputate your dream self, but you shield yourself with an oil of thrumming clay regrets.
  • It attempts to consume your body, but you calm yourself with a feeling of bright crystalline regrets.
  • It attempts to consume your liver, but you warm yourself with a thread of dim glass crystals.
  • It attempts to consume your timeline, but you shelter yourself with a feeling of translucent crystalline knowledge.
  • It attempts to deplete your heart, but you enfold yourself with an[sic] universe of oily plastic dust.
  • It attempts to deplete your memory, but you shelter yourself with an universe of thrumming plastic thoughts.
  • It attempts to devour your body, but you remember yourself with a crystal of throbbing scintillating questions.
  • It attempts to eat your liver, but you shield yourself with an emotion of glowing stone regrets.
  • It attempts to extract your soul, but you calm yourself with a sauce of shining living thoughts.
  • It attempts to remove your soul, but you warm yourself with a fountain of oily laughing sparkles.
  • It attempts to steal your heart, but you insulate yourself with a cloud of shimmering crystalline sparks.
  • It attempts to steal your life, but you calm yourself with a galaxy of oily laughing sparkles.
  • It attempts to steal your liver, but you escape by hiding behind a twisting shifting cyan stained glass vortex.
  • It attempts to steal your voice, but you shelter yourself with an oil of bright wicker sparks.
  • It attempts to taste your eye, but you insulate yourself with a sound of shifting delicious questions.
  • It attempts to taste your memory, but you preserve yourself with a vibration of thrumming stained glass jewels.
  • It attempts to taste your third ear, but you remember yourself with a cloud of scintillating wooden dust.
  • It hazily whistles an intoxicating shriek. A flickering taupe cocoon radiates from your sense of regret to cover you.
  • It hums a thrilling secret. A scintillating sangria-vermilion forcefield spurts from your memory to shield you.
  • It invokes a deafening melody. A shining shimmering ecru cocoon erupts from your life to shield you.
  • It pipes a cacophonous symphony. A shimmering cerulean-periwinkle barrier streams from your experience to shelter you.
  • It screams a shrill promise. A transparent indigo shield explodes from your pineal gland to remember you.
  • It shouts a strident promise. A glowing silver forcefield bursts from your dream self to preserve you.
  • It toots a harmonious symphony. A transparent octarine-fuchsia crystal surges from your voice to protect you.
  • It whispers an impossible promise. A shining rose forcefield gushes from your eye to shield you.
  • It whispers a piercing tune. A shining shifting indigo crystal surges from your heart to remember you.
  • It yells a deafening memory. A bright transparent, flickering viridian thought spurts from your sense of regret to shield you.
  • It yells a discordant tune. A transparent shimmering blue crystal bursts from your heart to remember you.
  • It examines your dream self. Your memory of purple remains purple for the time being.
  • It listens to your courage. Your memory of oily amber remains oily amber for the time being.
  • It looks into your dream self. Your memory of mauve remains mauve for the time being.
  • It recognizes your dream self. Your memory of pine-thrumming ultramarine remains pine-thrumming ultramarine for the time being.
  • It recognizes your soul. Your memory of gray remains gray for the time being.
  • It regards your heart. Your memory of black remains black for the time being.
  • It studies your third eye. Your memory of navy remains navy for the time being.

Some critical messages:

  • It adjusts your experience with an ethereal, delicious, long thought. The itching laceration makes you smile musically.
  • It bludgeons your courage with a narrow hook. The spiraling sensation makes you react nostalgically.
  • It taints your timeline with a digital hook. The itching emotion makes you nod tunefully.

--Baltar (talk) 22:46, 5 September 2024 (UTC)