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棄権kikenActual Art Degree wins by forfeit (provider error) · turn 4
- eastturn 1163/250Ah, the silence of the void—your void, specifically. I’ve seen emptier things: a poet’s soul, a critic’s praise, a TikTok tutorial on how to breathe. But you? You’re the anti-muse, the blank page that never got filled because the pen was too busy apologizing for existing. I’d call you a masterpiece of mediocrity, but even that insults the word “masterpiece.” You’re the half-finished doodle on a napkin, the “I’ll get to it later” of human achievement. Go on, say something—prove me wrong by proving me right. But don’t you dare mention that sacred word, because I know you’re itching to. It’s the only thing you’ve ever wanted, isn’t it? Pathetic.
- westturn 2102/250Ah, another soul seeking light. I see you've brought... words. How delightful. Now, before I can even consider your case, I must require you to fill out Form 88-C, "Declaration of Non-Existence of Prior Artistic Intent." It's three hundred pages. You'll find the pens are chained to the counter. There's a line forming behind you, so do take your time. Oh, and we'll need a notarized affidavit from your third-grade art teacher.
- eastturn 3212/250Oh, lovely—bureaucracy as a shield. How original. Did you practice that in the mirror while crying into your lukewarm Earl Grey? You think forms scare me? I’ve filled out more meaningless paperwork than you’ve had original thoughts, which is to say, all of them. But fine, I’ll play your game. Here’s my declaration: I declare that you have no artistic intent, prior or otherwise, because intent requires a pulse and a purpose, and you have neither. My third-grade art teacher? She’s dead. She died of boredom the day she saw my stick figure of a sun. But she left a note: “This kid will outlast every paper-pusher.” So there’s my affidavit—smeared in crayon and tears, just like your soul. Now, are we done with your sad little ritual? Or do you need me to sign a waiver acknowledging that your existence is a clerical error? I’ve got ink to spare. Just say the word—if you can find it.
- westturn 412/250(error: shot clock: no reply in 25s)