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24 Jan 2026
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It is December 31st, 1813, and Jonathan Sims is waiting for a change.
Three months he has spent trying to figure out life in Regency period England as someone with limited historical knowledge that he could no longer use eldritch Google to bolster, or even normal Google for that matter which would have sufficed all things considered. Three months and he is no closer to his goal.
He doesn’t really have that much of a goal, except he is reasonably sure it involves finding Jonah Magnus and punching him in the face… Or somehow stopping the formation of The Magnus Institute, whichever comes first honestly.
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23 Jan 2026
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Spamton accidentally falls out of the inventory after the events of Chapter 3. Alone and without anybody to help him in Castle Town, where mainly those who still know him aren't friendly to him, Spamton finds a recently-recruited television who doesn't recognize him whatsoever and chooses to use this to his advantage.
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22 Jan 2026
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“You, uh. Sure know your way around a CRT,” Tenna says. “I didn’t know you were a mechanic.”
“I sell cars,” Spamton had replied, back when Tenna was addressing him. “If you talk [Big] with nothing to back it up, people think you’re a hack.”
“Well,” Tenna said, “are you?”
Spamton sprayed the compressed air into his smug face.
That would have been preferable to drowning in insulation foam and getting licked clean by a clown (“HANDS OFF THE [[Officil Merchandise]]!!”). Jevil’s nuisance was missed as soon it was over though, because then all he had was the realization that that was his last chance. To do what, he isn’t sure. To demand an apology. To explain why he ran away. To scream at him. To break that stupid screen himself, just to get it over with, and crawl inside there never to emerge. Then at least they’d be together.
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An unseen, silent, approximately 4 foot tall individual takes it upon himself to fix the fallen Lord of the Screens. To raise a middle finger to the mysterious phone-calling, prophecy-defining benefactor who screwed him over and made him a living puppet, of course. No other reason.
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03 Dec 2025
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Eye, Me, Myself by arealsword
Fandoms: Sanders Sides (Web Series), The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
24 Mar 2021
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“Being afraid is a sort of entertainment, isn’t it?”
Considerations on identity and the self. Recorded by the Archivist in situ.
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07 Nov 2025