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Your name is NOWZIM SONWIS.
You currently have A LOT ON YOUR MIND, and when you stop to think about it, you always have. It probably has something to do with the GRUMPBEAST perched atop your horns who today seems more immune than usual to your CHARACTERISTIC PEPPY DEMEANOR.
If only raising his spirits were as easy as raising the rest of him.
But of course it is not really a GRUMPBEAST. It is your BUDDY, whom you have been TANGLED with since both of you were wrigglers, freshly hatched into a cavern plagued with SEVERE OVERCROWDING. One might think that having pieces of one's anatomy inextricably fused with that of a fellow member of a murderous species feared across the galaxy would be a cause of tension.
But sweeps ago you worked out a FAIR AND EQUITABLE SYSTEM for whose turn it is to be RIGHT-SIDE UP each day. IMMORTALIZED ON CONSTRUCTION PAPER, it hangs to this very day on the side of the THERMAL HULL, and its word is LAW.
The GRUMPBEAST grumbles again. Perhaps, just this once, you could switch places.
Oh, but you could never do that. You made a CHART and everything.
Later, after entering the Medium as the SYLPH OF DAWN, you will find yourself in GENUINE DISTRESS at how the chaotic frenzy of SGRUB and the hectic rush involved in regularly running back and forth between your RESPECTIVE LANDS left said CHART torn into tiny pieces, ignited, and stomped into ash in what you are almost positive was NOT AN ACCIDENT.
Your trolltag is syndeticAddax and you seek to start most words with symmetric letters that may spin into other workable letters.
Oh gog. The sea dweller could totally murder the land dweller by just going under water. This is horrible. And amazing. I have no idea. It's... beautifully horrible.
In the middle of a crowded, silent library.
Excellent!
What is this.
This is just. This is so perfect and horrible and I don't even know.
I don't even know.