Dear diary, when I was just a boy count, my tireless studies were interrupted one mid-summer morning by the beautiful sound of music

wafting in my window. I took flight from the castle, following the sound to an encampment of traveling troubadours.

I delighted in their frivolous, freewheeling jam sessions and Telsundown, at which time my father located me and had the entire assembly

impaled.

Dick move, I thought, but it did impress upon me the importance of the conservation of the arms.

That idea is the bedrock of Loominot, and why, though my accomplishments are great and numerous, it is my unrivaled masterwork. Oh, you know, it's not.

Oh, you know.

Oh, you know. Oh,

Oh, you know. Oh, you know.

Oh, Oh, Oh, A Lighthouse, Landlocked and 10 stories tall stands at the heart of the city of

Loominow. There's always a Lighthouse. This is connected to the Bioshock verse and big thanks to my boy Ken Levine for all of his help.

Okay, can I just say something about that? There's always a lie.

Yeah, just a guy. Yeah, please. Yeah, I mean, can I just say, one hopes?

You know, because otherwise you got ships.

Yeah.

No damn idea where the land is.

So yeah, there is always a lighthouse Ken. It's like when I like if I need to go to the second floor there is always stairs. Right. Yeah. You know what I mean? It's not remarkable. It's like I have to get up there.

Right. There's always a door. Yeah, Ken. I'm outside. Yeah, well now to be fair.

In the prairie, there's never a lot, I mean, they wouldn't have a lighthouse.

That's a good point.

And I will say here in Loominoe, there is no ocean or lake or anything nearby.

There's no reason for a lighthouse here this is purely

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