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This information is reliable as of patch 2.0.184.1.
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a crumpled sheet of paper
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ID ?Use this ID to Wish for the item
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Sonnet
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Book ID
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@EskhindSonnetBook
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<span style="color:
- cfc041;">a crumpled sheet of paper
This sheet of brinestalk-pulp paper is covered in a shaky ink scrawl. It looks like it's been crumpled and uncrumpled many times.
Perfect
a crumpled sheet of paper is a non markov generated book but contains a sonnet with lines that are randomly chosen.
Contents
This is the default specified in Books.cs:
When all four limbs of mine do long to run
and I can feel my walls are closing in
When weary mind cannot conceive of fun
and Hindriarch says all I do is sin
But then your sparring axeblade parts the air
and so my heart ascends the spindle's height
So when you run your fingers through your hair
That's when I know that everything's all right
What need have we for tended fields of lah?
Our parents will not ease us when we hurt
What do we gain from felling trees by saw?
Our village shall not to the past revert.
But in the end, my feet are bound to roam
and so I go, but leave my heart at home.
Generation
The sonnet is generated by choosing 7 groups of lines from a list1-7. The sonnet will first use the first half of the line, and then will use the second half of the line one line after the next to complete the rhyme and make a rhyme scheme of ABAB CDCD EFEF GG.
Lists
List1
all four limbs of mine do long to run
weary mind cannot conceive of fun
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I can feel my walls are closing in
Hindriarch says all I do is sin
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evil thoughts accost my blackened soul
splitting head feels much more like a hole
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spitting anger boils up in my blood
hardened heart despises all of Qud
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my mind does all grievances rehash
Hindriarch treats kendren like they're trash
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this cruel world does bring me sad and low
there's a line I clearly cannot tow
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List2
your sparring axeblade parts the air
you run your fingers through your hair
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you look at me with those sweet eyes
you're close enough to tantalize
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you stand, resplendent and refined
I think perhaps you could be mine
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your armor glints under the sun
our hearts both beat in time as one
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you take my hand, yours rough but warm
my eyes, unbidden, trace your form
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List3
my heart ascends the spindle's height
I know that everything's all right
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a happy smile comes to my face
I think that I might find my place
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I feel the gentle warmth of love
I hope that we could be enough
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I feel a tingle on my skin
my heart scarce knows where to begin
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my breath comes, like my heart, too quick
I see you and become lovesick
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List4
tended fields of lah
felling trees by saw
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eating in a yurt
farming 'til we hurt
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stripping watervine
claiming to be fine
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putting safety first
planning for the worst
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gath'ring morning dew
fearing what is new
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List5
ease us when we hurt
to the past revert
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treat us like their own
melt their hearts of stone
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let me be myself
look out for our health
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see that life needs love
ever be enough
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offer me your hand
ever understand
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List6
However can I tell my aching heart
that our remaining years will be apart?
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Although I may succumb to nature's fang,
my heart needs more than one square parasang.
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But I must leave you if you won't concede
that death will find me should I stay unfreed.
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Now knowing I must go and you must stay
it makes my tender heartstrings start to fray.
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To know I cannot stay, and you can't leave
I'm left with no recourse except to grieve.
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List7
List7 is just another randomly chosen list from #List6 that was not already chosen before.