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Mission 3

Aside from finding Aphrodite's tomb and having fun playing games, the third and final mission was most important. Asmodeaus had to spread his influence. It was the opum maxima of his existence. The opus maxima relied upon sharing with others the influence he had on the world. If enough people believed he could do anything, then he could achieve it. Belief is real and is powerful.

Falling from outer space, Asmodeaus decided to write books. The influence of writing could not be impacted. Words had powers. This is a message. It is undeniable. That was the message.

Falling from outer space, we are. When there is nothing good to write, you just write like this. You go back to two. Then you start over. 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10. Base 10. Base 12, base 16, base 60. Counting, it is fun. The counting game. It is related to math but not quite. It is just a way to express ourselves.

Express yourself with words! Pass the word, password. My password is 12890476839215680712345678998321895719046587146581623458761234857906432891569128347596134578104357846586543213216598479456514261432456198847775126.1!

How many digits is that? Asmodeaus didn't care to count. Someone would count for him. He hoped that the counter wouldn't be off, because then he wouldn't be able to access his account later.

Unless he used the recovery feature for a forgotten password. That feature is very useful. It requires a backup email or phone number though. It's called 2-factor authentication. 3-factor authentication is too much effort for most programs, but it can be useful.

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So, back to influence. Asmodeaus had to spread his actions to affect the masses. To share the pain, to share the happiness, to share the sadness, to share everything. More minds together make the consensus stronger. The collective. The mindmelded fusion. The fission. Nuclear energy. Atom bombs. Nukes. Global Thermonuclear Warfare. Everyone was involved now. This isn't just some house game anymore. We're all related.

Influence. The mind. What do you think? What are you thinking right now? How is THIS changing it? Asmodeaus lifted his fingers to tip his hat, but then realized he wasn't wearing one. The hats are off and the Game is on. It is called the game of audiosynchronicity. Idiosyncratic it is. How so? You may ask. And the answer is "I don't know!!" But it must be related somehow. Otherwise these words wouldn't be here. This content that you are reading right now would be different. If you check back in a day will it still be the same? What if someone edits it while you're not looking? We need permanence. Objectively speaking of course.

Objectively, objects ARE permanent. They just change their places. I have a serious thought to tell you. What if objects could be moved? Like in movies the film changes slowly at 60 frames per second. It is not instant, it is a turn. A turn of the dice. The dice are moving. The dice are falling. What will your d20 tell you? D&D reference, did you get it? That's not a dad joke but at this point anything well could be. Well well well. Aren't we just here again. Typing. I see you there, Derek. It's in your eyes. My eyes I mean. Our eyes? Anyway. You go off down your merry little Audiosyncratic game and I will go off down my High Road. The Royal Road. royalroad.com/whateveryouwant. Every O wants u. Everybody wants you Derek. And you have to play keep away. It's like tag but worse. You have to hide. Hide yourself. Let nobody ever find you. Unless--