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No no this is the drippy nose gif (ignore javert, SDN gave me limited options)This seems like a good time for the drippy nose gif
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No no this is the drippy nose gif (ignore javert, SDN gave me limited options)This seems like a good time for the drippy nose gif
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I see the impulsive urge to write a writeup over something silly is contagious within the house.Ah, yes let us now turn our full and undivided intellectual attention to the curious phenomenon of Samac posting a bunch of N’s. At first glance, this event may appear trivial, perhaps even nonsensical a posting repetition, a droning chant, an echoing refrain of the letter N, drawn out into a sequence of linguistic inertia. But it would be gravely mistaken, dear reader, to dismiss this as mere babble without meaning. No, indeed it is precisely in the excessive repetition, the elongated and deliberate enunciation of the letter “N,” that we must root our inquiry. For in this profoundly recursive posting, we are beckoned to a more nuanced, even labyrinthine examination of language, symbol, intent, and dare we say existential resonance.
Consider first the phonetic characteristics of the letter “N”: a voiced alveolar nasal consonant, positioned elegantly along the continuum of linguistic articulation. It is not a plosive, nor a fricative; it is, rather, a humming presence, a nasal murmur that slips past the palate and rests delicately in the sinuses, vibrating faintly like the whisper of ancient knowledge or, depending on your interpretive bent, like the idle hum of an overworked refrigerator. When Samac engages in this sequence “NnnNnNNnNnnnnNNNnnnnnn”
and so forth we must ask not what is being said, but how the posting itself disrupts, reforms, or defers the very notion of speech.
Let us, then, not underestimate the performative nature of this post. In a world overrun with over communication where language is currency, opinion is cheapened into tweets, and meaning is lost amid the cacophony of unfiltered expression Samac’s litany of “N”s may, in fact, be a postmodern resistance to the tyranny of clarity. What does it mean to post “N”? And not just once, but in an unyielding succession? Is it negation? A rejection of affirmation? Or perhaps a syllabic scream, frozen at the edge of articulation, caught eternally before it tips into an actual word?
And what of the metaphysics of such an act? If a person says “Nnnnnnnnnn” alone in a forest, does it carry a meaning beyond the momentary vibration of air molecules? Or is its significance found precisely in its resistance to codification, to the semiotic chains that normally bind utterance to signification? Could we, perhaps, argue that Samac, in posting this sequence of “N”s, is not simply saying nothing, but is, in fact, saying Nothing with a capital “N” as a radical ontological assertion? The Nothing that hovers at the periphery of Being; the Nothing that Heidegger spoke of, or at least gestured toward, with that customary Teutonic sigh.
Yet let us not drift too far into the fog of philosophical abstraction without anchoring ourselves, however loosely, in the lived texture of the moment. For Samac’s act is not just linguistic, nor merely phonetic, nor even purely metaphysical it is also, inevitably, performative. There is clacking of the keyboard involved. There is posture. There is audience, perhaps. Or perhaps not. The very possibility of an audience transforms the post. Was it meant to provoke? To soothe? To parody communication? Or was it merely the spontaneous spasm of letters a kind of typographical shrug?
At this juncture, it becomes imperative to acknowledge what has been subtly obvious all along: that to analyze Samac’s “N”s at length is to engage in a process of deferral, of interpretive circumambulation, wherein each layer of meaning once peeled reveals not a core of truth but yet another layer, ad infinitum. We are not approaching a central thesis; we are orbiting a void, a hollow center around which language itself shuffles awkwardly, like a guest at a party who realizes they don’t know the host. To speak at length about Samac’s “N”s is to play a game of rhetorical brinkmanship: to maintain the illusion of analytical depth while deftly avoiding any definitive assertion.
In conclusion and here, the word “conclusion” must be taken with the widest possible latitude we must confess that what Samac has posted, and what we have now examined in agonizing and extravagant detail, amounts to precisely the thing which it most resists: content. And yet, paradoxically, it is in this very lack that it achieves its curious resonance. For in saying nothing, Samac has invited us to witness everything. Or nothing. Or something in between. It is a masterstroke of ambiguity, a written shrug dressed in the garments of profundity.
NnnNnNNnNnnnnNNNnnnnnn.
Zenge is wallposting, wolfy afAh, yes let us now turn our full and undivided intellectual attention to the curious phenomenon of Samac posting a bunch of N’s. At first glance, this event may appear trivial, perhaps even nonsensical a posting repetition, a droning chant, an echoing refrain of the letter N, drawn out into a sequence of linguistic inertia. But it would be gravely mistaken, dear reader, to dismiss this as mere babble without meaning. No, indeed it is precisely in the excessive repetition, the elongated and deliberate enunciation of the letter “N,” that we must root our inquiry. For in this profoundly recursive posting, we are beckoned to a more nuanced, even labyrinthine examination of language, symbol, intent, and dare we say existential resonance.
Consider first the phonetic characteristics of the letter “N”: a voiced alveolar nasal consonant, positioned elegantly along the continuum of linguistic articulation. It is not a plosive, nor a fricative; it is, rather, a humming presence, a nasal murmur that slips past the palate and rests delicately in the sinuses, vibrating faintly like the whisper of ancient knowledge or, depending on your interpretive bent, like the idle hum of an overworked refrigerator. When Samac engages in this sequence “NnnNnNNnNnnnnNNNnnnnnn”
and so forth we must ask not what is being said, but how the posting itself disrupts, reforms, or defers the very notion of speech.
Let us, then, not underestimate the performative nature of this post. In a world overrun with over communication where language is currency, opinion is cheapened into tweets, and meaning is lost amid the cacophony of unfiltered expression Samac’s litany of “N”s may, in fact, be a postmodern resistance to the tyranny of clarity. What does it mean to post “N”? And not just once, but in an unyielding succession? Is it negation? A rejection of affirmation? Or perhaps a syllabic scream, frozen at the edge of articulation, caught eternally before it tips into an actual word?
And what of the metaphysics of such an act? If a person says “Nnnnnnnnnn” alone in a forest, does it carry a meaning beyond the momentary vibration of air molecules? Or is its significance found precisely in its resistance to codification, to the semiotic chains that normally bind utterance to signification? Could we, perhaps, argue that Samac, in posting this sequence of “N”s, is not simply saying nothing, but is, in fact, saying Nothing with a capital “N” as a radical ontological assertion? The Nothing that hovers at the periphery of Being; the Nothing that Heidegger spoke of, or at least gestured toward, with that customary Teutonic sigh.
Yet let us not drift too far into the fog of philosophical abstraction without anchoring ourselves, however loosely, in the lived texture of the moment. For Samac’s act is not just linguistic, nor merely phonetic, nor even purely metaphysical it is also, inevitably, performative. There is clacking of the keyboard involved. There is posture. There is audience, perhaps. Or perhaps not. The very possibility of an audience transforms the post. Was it meant to provoke? To soothe? To parody communication? Or was it merely the spontaneous spasm of letters a kind of typographical shrug?
At this juncture, it becomes imperative to acknowledge what has been subtly obvious all along: that to analyze Samac’s “N”s at length is to engage in a process of deferral, of interpretive circumambulation, wherein each layer of meaning once peeled reveals not a core of truth but yet another layer, ad infinitum. We are not approaching a central thesis; we are orbiting a void, a hollow center around which language itself shuffles awkwardly, like a guest at a party who realizes they don’t know the host. To speak at length about Samac’s “N”s is to play a game of rhetorical brinkmanship: to maintain the illusion of analytical depth while deftly avoiding any definitive assertion.
In conclusion and here, the word “conclusion” must be taken with the widest possible latitude we must confess that what Samac has posted, and what we have now examined in agonizing and extravagant detail, amounts to precisely the thing which it most resists: content. And yet, paradoxically, it is in this very lack that it achieves its curious resonance. For in saying nothing, Samac has invited us to witness everything. Or nothing. Or something in between. It is a masterstroke of ambiguity, a written shrug dressed in the garments of profundity.
NnnNnNNnNnnnnNNNnnnnnn.
Ya know. I can’t fight you. It was a part of my play under fire. I just see a lot of people forget the part 3 of continuing to hunt.I can do both. Tut tutting me for aggressively pushing back against scum reads with townie fury seems like a bit like the pot calling the kettle black right, cause its a big part of your game too
It's still not as long as when he cased AM in GGoats 1 and you misyeeted himZenge is wallposting, wolfy af
I cannot read this now given finishing dnd but I cannot ****ing waitAh, yes let us now turn our full and undivided intellectual attention to the curious phenomenon of Samac posting a bunch of N’s. At first glance, this event may appear trivial, perhaps even nonsensical a posting repetition, a droning chant, an echoing refrain of the letter N, drawn out into a sequence of linguistic inertia. But it would be gravely mistaken, dear reader, to dismiss this as mere babble without meaning. No, indeed it is precisely in the excessive repetition, the elongated and deliberate enunciation of the letter “N,” that we must root our inquiry. For in this profoundly recursive posting, we are beckoned to a more nuanced, even labyrinthine examination of language, symbol, intent, and dare we say existential resonance.
Consider first the phonetic characteristics of the letter “N”: a voiced alveolar nasal consonant, positioned elegantly along the continuum of linguistic articulation. It is not a plosive, nor a fricative; it is, rather, a humming presence, a nasal murmur that slips past the palate and rests delicately in the sinuses, vibrating faintly like the whisper of ancient knowledge or, depending on your interpretive bent, like the idle hum of an overworked refrigerator. When Samac engages in this sequence “NnnNnNNnNnnnnNNNnnnnnn”
and so forth we must ask not what is being said, but how the posting itself disrupts, reforms, or defers the very notion of speech.
Let us, then, not underestimate the performative nature of this post. In a world overrun with over communication where language is currency, opinion is cheapened into tweets, and meaning is lost amid the cacophony of unfiltered expression Samac’s litany of “N”s may, in fact, be a postmodern resistance to the tyranny of clarity. What does it mean to post “N”? And not just once, but in an unyielding succession? Is it negation? A rejection of affirmation? Or perhaps a syllabic scream, frozen at the edge of articulation, caught eternally before it tips into an actual word?
And what of the metaphysics of such an act? If a person says “Nnnnnnnnnn” alone in a forest, does it carry a meaning beyond the momentary vibration of air molecules? Or is its significance found precisely in its resistance to codification, to the semiotic chains that normally bind utterance to signification? Could we, perhaps, argue that Samac, in posting this sequence of “N”s, is not simply saying nothing, but is, in fact, saying Nothing with a capital “N” as a radical ontological assertion? The Nothing that hovers at the periphery of Being; the Nothing that Heidegger spoke of, or at least gestured toward, with that customary Teutonic sigh.
Yet let us not drift too far into the fog of philosophical abstraction without anchoring ourselves, however loosely, in the lived texture of the moment. For Samac’s act is not just linguistic, nor merely phonetic, nor even purely metaphysical it is also, inevitably, performative. There is clacking of the keyboard involved. There is posture. There is audience, perhaps. Or perhaps not. The very possibility of an audience transforms the post. Was it meant to provoke? To soothe? To parody communication? Or was it merely the spontaneous spasm of letters a kind of typographical shrug?
At this juncture, it becomes imperative to acknowledge what has been subtly obvious all along: that to analyze Samac’s “N”s at length is to engage in a process of deferral, of interpretive circumambulation, wherein each layer of meaning once peeled reveals not a core of truth but yet another layer, ad infinitum. We are not approaching a central thesis; we are orbiting a void, a hollow center around which language itself shuffles awkwardly, like a guest at a party who realizes they don’t know the host. To speak at length about Samac’s “N”s is to play a game of rhetorical brinkmanship: to maintain the illusion of analytical depth while deftly avoiding any definitive assertion.
In conclusion and here, the word “conclusion” must be taken with the widest possible latitude we must confess that what Samac has posted, and what we have now examined in agonizing and extravagant detail, amounts to precisely the thing which it most resists: content. And yet, paradoxically, it is in this very lack that it achieves its curious resonance. For in saying nothing, Samac has invited us to witness everything. Or nothing. Or something in between. It is a masterstroke of ambiguity, a written shrug dressed in the garments of profundity.
NnnNnNNnNnnnnNNNnnnnnn.
I hate the SDN gif feature 🙁No no this is the drippy nose gif (ignore javert, SDN gave me limited options)
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he got brownie points i guess bc he has a boo boo neckI'm still not over mkg having me lower than Clem
Nobody let him see this
well and it was probably because I didn't read the postIt's still not as long as when he cased AM in GGoats 1 and you misyeeted him
“Goat herd, we’re goin’ down swingin’
Horns up high and our hooves keep kickin’…”
“We were born to bounce around
We’re just goats, we’re just goats messin’ around…”
Any particular reason why?Yeet dubz
She's been howling since D1.Any particular reason why?
THIS IS JUST LIKE THAT SCENE IN BAMBI NOOOOOMOM NOOOOOO
She's been howling since D1.
Party time for sure 🥳PS: Zenge, i hope you enjoyed the foam shower
i don't think samac would go for a push on dubzSamac dying over MKG or Genny is wild to me. Lissa too really. Even if they were consistently townread
YOU GAVE ME THE ICE CREAM!?!?! AWWW!!!Vampy is town, no question.
I just got to use the ice cream coupon. You pick another player and then you learn their role. I used it on vampy and was told that she is vanilla villager.
Well I was not hoping to welcome you with a fight but if that's what you want.Yeet dubz
You're going to have to be more specificShe's been howling since D1.
btw the only flavor left was neopolitan but i like neopolitan so i was v happyVampy is town, no question.
I just got to use the ice cream coupon. You pick another player and then you learn their role. I used it on vampy and was told that she is vanilla villager.
Party time for sure 🥳
i didnt realize both mayors had a death wish- this is awk.to my fellow goats,
may I please have a moment of silence for Samac. We lost our favorite yapper last night. please, let us come together, and truly find the village amongst us. apologies for the short address, I'm at a loss for words and tbh, kinda was hoping to die. (oh and welcome AM)
Regards,
MayorKG
This is an unhinged list, I think I'm here for it![]()
aaand we're back, lets kick things off with a bang, ✨LEGACY READS TIME✨ and the order. does. matter. folks.
V
MKG
Genny
Vampy
Beans
Lissa
Greedy
Samac
Zenge
Sakura
Clem
Dubz
W
They're both in my POE.What are you opinions on Clem and Vampy AM. Because WZ, Clem, Vampy is my limpool today and i'm trying to differentiate. WZ was third to last on my reads list because i was deferring to zenge/samac about it a little so going into more detail on that read would help as well.
What did you sayFun fact: on this day 6 years ago, Zenges asked me to marry him.
Yeah, thunderdome me dubz.Well I was not hoping to welcome you with a fight but if that's what you want.
See my next post.You're going to have to be more specific
Yes the idea that someone in the vet players side did the recruiting is something I vibe with. Genny killed PSV, Samac is town, Zenge I think is town.They're both in my POE.
From what I've been observing, neither of the reasons for townreading dubz exist.
Mads TMI'd her? Not possible because she was village.
Teamed up samac and Zenge? samac is dead.
She also
a. has motivation to kill JQK.
b. knows PSV's strengths as a wolf intimately well.
There's always an OG who knows PSV's scumgame well to make such a move.
TOO LATEI'm still not over mkg having me lower than Clem
Nobody let him see this
It was more about them being in the POE and having some bad associatives with PSV at EOD 1 but with Beans claim i'm over itMaybe I'm the unhinged one
Are people really sring vamp?
Nice rhythmsI'm down to clown
No one ever, a single time, claimed the former as a reason to village read me... If mads was a wolf everyone was saying I was too, so what are you talking about?They're both in my POE.
From what I've been observing, neither of the reasons for townreading dubz exist.
Mads TMI'd her? Not possible because she was village.
Teamed up samac and Zenge? samac is dead.
She also
a. has motivation to kill JQK.
b. knows PSV's strengths as a wolf intimately well.
There's always an OG who knows PSV's scumgame well to make such a move.