Crumpled sheet of paper

crumpled sheet of paper

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	book
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	Sonnet
Infobox data from game version 2.0.207.99

crumpled sheet of paper

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Paper made of brinestalk pulp is covered in a shaky ink scrawl. It looks like it's been crumpled and uncrumpled many times.

Perfect

The crumpled sheet of paper is a non-markov-generated poem, heavily implied to have been written by Eskhind, which is found on the ground in the •charred tree.

The exact contents of the poem vary, but it always takes the form of a sonnet lamenting how the author must leave Bey Lah, and with it must leave their love behind. (This is heavily implied to be Warden Neelahind)

Contents

This is the default specified in Books.cs:

Crumpled sheet of paper

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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.

Crumpled sheet of paper

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When #List1
and #List2
When #List1#2
and #List2#2

But then #List3
and so #List4
So as #List3#2
That's when #List4#2

What need have we for #List5
Our parents will not #List6
What do we gain from #List5#2
Our village shall not #List6#2

#List7
#List7#2

Lists

List1

all four limbs of mine do long to run weary mind cannot conceive of fun

I can feel my walls are closing in Hindriarch says all I do is sin

evil thoughts accost my blackened soul splitting head feels much more like a hole

spitting anger boils up in my blood hardened heart despises all of Qud

my mind does all grievances rehash Hindriarch treats kendren like they're trash

this cruel world does bring me sad and low there's a line I clearly cannot tow

List2

your sparring axeblade parts the air you run your fingers through your hair

you look at me with those sweet eyes you're close enough to tantalize

you stand, resplendent and refined I think perhaps you could be mine

your armor glints under the sun our hearts both beat in time as one

you take my hand, yours rough but warm my eyes, unbidden, trace your form

List3

my heart ascends the spindle's height I know that everything's all right

a happy smile comes to my face I think that I might find my place

I feel the gentle warmth of love I hope that we could be enough

I feel a tingle on my skin my heart scarce knows where to begin

my breath comes, like my heart, too quick I see you and become lovesick

List4

tended fields of lah felling trees by saw

eating in a yurt farming 'til we hurt

stripping watervine claiming to be fine

putting safety first planning for the worst

gath'ring morning dew fearing what is new

List5

ease us when we hurt to the past revert

treat us like their own melt their hearts of stone

let me be myself look out for our health

see that life needs love ever be enough

offer me your hand ever understand

List6

However can I tell my aching heart that our remaining years will be apart?

Although I may succumb to nature's fang, my heart needs more than one square parasang.

But I must leave you if you won't concede that death will find me should I stay unfreed.

Now knowing I must go and you must stay it makes my tender heartstrings start to fray.

To know I cannot stay, and you can't leave I'm left with no recourse except to grieve.

List7

List7 is just another randomly chosen list from #List6 that was not already chosen before.