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[clockarmageddon.livejournal.com]

The clock is really whizzing forward today. After the large sacrifice last night, it's got a lot of ground to make up if it's going to reach the 10 by the time the quake is happening.

The note asking for sacrifices is still up, as is the note asking for signups for the ground assault.

And beside the clock, Urza himself still sits. Planeswalkers do not actually require sleep, or food, or any of those mortal trappings, so he hasn't moved, and has no plans to until the final possible moment.

[ooc: multi"pup" post! You can interact with the clock, talk to Urza, or just sign up on the note. All in one convienient, easy-to-use entrance post.]

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[scapepig]

"I cannot force myself to have an imagination, whatever I read." Snowball points out. "I find it very difficult to think of things that don't mean what they say."

[urzaplaneswalkr.livejournal.com]

"It is not an easy thing," Urza agrees, "but if you begin small, with figures of speech, perhaps, you can develop it. Consider why it is that it is said that someone 'eats like a bird' when it is meant only that they eat very little. It is, perhaps, a start."

[scapepig]

Snowball nods.

"I will try it. In any case, I must get back to work in the garden. Good luck with the clock."