Hmmm, let's see:
https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/histor … one-292621
Oh, a portuguese Yu-gi-oh fan fic I was reading.
Best regards, Haramir.

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Introduction
SSome 60 million years ago, at the beginning of the Tertiary period, a rather unimpressive tree-dwelling creature realized that it could feed itself more conveniently by using the ends of its front limbs to pick up anything that seemed edible and convey the food to its mouth. Thereafter this creature differed from other animals, which still plunged their muzzles into their food. It even ventured to take advantage of daylight to gather food more easily, instead of preferring the cover of darkness in its old way.
The subtlety of a mentally coordinated manipulation had come between the food to be eaten and the reflex of the open mouth. The animal, now able to adjust its gestures to the rhythm of its appetite, became aware of a chain of sensations: the stimulus of hunger, the excitement of gathering food, the satisfaction of appetite.
Eating, at first a purely visceral pleasure, became an intellectual process when the eyes, which had been laterally placed, moved towards the base of the forehead. Over the last few million years the forehead itself had been getting bigger, in line with the increased size of the skull. The brain, improving as it gained volume, was able to control vision in a larger, panoramic area, now seen in relief and in depth. Physically, the animal entered another dimension, and mentally too it stood erect. Its new possibilities of vision, together with the prehensile skill of its specialized hands, encouraged it to explore its environment more thoroughly in search of food.
The creature’s memory had registered a large potential choice, but certain items turned out to taste better than others and give more pleasure. The pleasure was enjoyed and remembered. The creature wanted to experience it again. That unforgettable sensation stimulated curiosity and courage, impelled the creature to make further experiments, and eventually developed its intelligence, which itself was constantly being fed with new information.

Clipboard:"波形メモリ音源では波形を直接設定するため、一見とても直感的に見えますが、実際には波形と聴感の間に認識できる相関はほとんどありません（中には波形から音が想像できる変態さんも居るかもしれませんが、普通はせいぜい頭の中で近い典型的な波形に分解して、その合成音を考える程度）。このため、思い通りの波形を作るにはトライアンドエラーの繰り返しとなり、様々な波形編集を試せるツールが必要になります。しかし、残念ながら波形メモリ音源はロストテクノロジのため、有用なツールはなかなか見つかりません（TSSCP や mck 界隈でいくつかツールはありますが、自分には波形を加工するのに機能不十分と感じました）。"

Lol! I was reading things of my personal interest, although it is no longer personal.

Dropbox downloading fuck the shit.ogg.

5:58 Pm

A camera to your right pans upward before swiveling back to you. You don't notice as it peeks back and forth between you and its highest vantage, busy as you are trying to get unstick your armor from your crotch. You grimace, shimmy, then shake your legs out experimentally. Better, you decide. Much better. Then you twist to gaze at the nearest loudspeaker pole as it begins to issue a curious kind of whistling slide scale. It grows steadily louder as the sound grows deeper. You furrow your brow. Sounds like one of those old foley effects for cartoons. They'd use them when something very big and very heavy was fall--

...ing.

Tits.

Making a sturgeon face of horror, you look up to face the belly of something very large as it draws rapidly closer to the ground. It makes a mournful noise, flapping its tail fin. "Whale!" you wail, darting around in a little circle of panic. "Okay, okay, fuck, don't freak. Don't freak, you're a warrior, you're a hero, you can. You can do... something, you'll come up with something..."

The whale's shadow cloaks you as it speeds closer and closer to impact. You pat down your bandolier for a one-shot teleporter. "Uh! Um! Uh! Maybe, uh! Fuck! WHY DIDN'T I WATCH MORE MACGYVERRRR!"

Drawing your weapon, you hold it over your head, squeeze your eyes shut tight, and hope for the best.

Redspot!

Uncharted area.

Anna and the Queen of the Snow Let it go, a place called "It's not cold at all" in Japanese, "Chinese is" nothing to fear of the silver world anyway "English is" I have never cared about anything cold " "Coldness is part of me" German is "cold is now a part of me" French is "a cold is a price of freedom". Japanese is most insensitive to the cold and French is the coldest.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12741641/3 … c-Book-One

Someone's TombHunter key...Oh you think I'd paste it? Hahaha

objects scanned:10 hundred
Yes this actually got spit out by a program, namely malwarebytes.