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Priests of the 4th infinity, looking bewildered, trying to understand why when they found a tail-end of a god burrowed into a universe it excreted a small ship full of digital creatures, how they came to understand these creatures so quickly, and what in the ageless stars a "skunk" is.

The exalted ultra-bishop of crewvardilbeop receiving a transmission from another white hole, this from the 7th infinity, telling them to ask whether the skunks are castor, pollux, or lagrange.

12 different infinities, all their collective relgiousists, throwing up exasperated hands like pillars of geyser ice at once, asking "what the fuck do you mean they said 'a secret fourth thing'? That makes even less sense!"

The 6th infinity laughing their asses off, knowing exactly what's going on, saying "black holes are mephitidae-coded", and refusing to elaborate.

15 of the 17 infinities collectively losing their shit for a few hexacycles.

The 9th infinity, strolling back from the roiling in-between, asking what's the hubub, why's everyone freaking out, what did they miss, and why is everyone in the 6th a skunk now what's up with that?

Me: I have two days left to finish this @post-self story or it's not going to make it into the anthology it has to be in. I need to knuckle down and finish i—

Brain: hey remember that song we wrote nearly a decade ago about our caffiene problem?

Me: Yeah I was thinking about how ironic it is we wrote it 5 years before we OD'd on it, but I'm trying t—

Brain: we should play through it, I think we can add to the bridge

Me: The song's not written like that, it's a linear b—

[3 hours of noodling later]

Me: that's really tight. I am very happy wi—

Brain: you didn't finish the story

Me: why are you like this

Brain: sleep now, tired

Me: @*#&$^(%</$(#[÷×;'yv

Beholden turned into a plush version of herself for one of Motes's birthdays, decided she liked, and occasionally just plushes out sometimes.

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The response to the Marsh Kickstarter has been lovely, and so much has already been accomplished. One of the stretch goals that was reached was for an anthology of short fiction taking the form of a Q&A with members of the Ode clade past and present. These answers will be written by the Post-Self community over on Discord (feel free to join, either to contribute or just chat with cool folks), several of whom have Odists parked in their heads. These will be collected into an anthology to be made available alongside Marsh itself.

Consider this, then, a Call for Submissions of questions for posthuman skunks! The ask box is open, and if you would like to see a sample of what we have so far, you can check out the IC Asks that have already been answered. Edit: here is a spoiler-free list of the Odists and their specialties.

And of course, there is still two weeks to go on the Kickstarter, with yet more stretch goals ahead, including an audiobook and some illustrations to accompany it.

Our clade is responsible for a number of Odists, namely that I may find the middle path, who deals with addiction and recovery within the System; I must set no stones between me and my actions, who explores sims and hopes to understand the good that has come from the System; the end of memory lies beneath the roots, a sensoria artist with an incredibly intense nature; and To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, a gonzo journalist, historian, transmasc punk, and definitely not one of the secret CERES headmates nope definitely not that don't worry about it.