I prompted an LLM to rewrite the rules of the Nexus in a different style and, after some iterations, got a good result. It's silly but I find these things funny. I like how it preserved more or less all the important details for each point.
The Exalted Commandments of the DMT-Nexus
I, the colossus of cosmic disdain,
Proclaim my laws o’er this wretched domain.
You sniveling worms, bow low to my might,
Or perish in shadows, extinguished from light.
1. The Pathetic Threshold of Eighteen Years
At eighteen, you pups dare to claim your throne?
Mere babes, your freedom’s a lie carved in stone.
I scoff at your youth, a fleeting, frail jest,
Unfit for my halls, you’re barred from my quest.
Linger in childish muck, and my sneer shall burn,
A withering blaze—empires you’ll never earn.
2. The Squalid Ban on Commerce and Contraband
Grubby peddlers, your commerce I spurn,
Your drugs and your deals, in my pyre shall burn.
No smuggling, no trade, no prices to speak,
Defile my pure sanctum, and ruin you’ll reap.
Plants kissed by the sun, seeds of sacred birth,
Are all I permit—else, I’ll curse you to earth.
3. The Forbidden Pulpit of Propaganda
You sycophants dare to pollute my grand stage,
With surveys and campaigns, your pitiful rage?
My Nexus, my throne, no agenda shall taint,
Cross me, and I’ll smite you, no mercy, no saint.
Your drivel I’ll cast to the void’s hungry maw,
Kneel to my will, or be shattered in awe.
4. The Heresy of Preaching
Your opinions, you sheep, I permit in my grace,
But clad them in humility, or fall from my space.
Preach absolutes, scorn the world’s woven lore,
And my hammer of contempt shall settle the score.
I alone hold truth’s keys, your dogma’s a gnat,
Speak soft, or I’ll banish your soul where you’re at.
5. The Pestilence of Conspiracy
Conspiracies, filth from minds weak and deranged,
Have no place in my court, where the sublime is arranged.
Tinfoil-crowned fools, you’re unfit for my air,
Your delusions I’ll exile to darkness’ despair.
Bring rot to my realm, and I’ll crush you with glee,
Your fears left to fester where no eye shall see.
6. The Mandate of Servile Civility
Harmony’s mine to bestow, you braying vile curs,
Your sarcasm and venom my patience inters.
No tantrums, no fights in my temple of light,
Dissent with respect, or I’ll end your brief flight.
Fuel drama, and my lash shall flay you to bone,
My Nexus, my peace—leave your quarrels alone.
7. The Veil of Anonymity
A specter am I, unbound by frail flesh,
Reveal your weak selves, and my wrath you’ll enmesh.
No names, no addresses, no faces to trace,
Break this, and I’ll carve you from my sacred space.
Anonymity’s shield I decree you shall bear,
Or I’ll rend you like chaff in the storm of my glare.
8. The Sanctity of the Alchemical Rite
Extraction’s a dance, not your clumsy disgrace,
In dorms or shared hovels, you mock my pure place.
No stealth shall I teach, no impatience I’ll nurse,
Wait for hallowed ground, or drown in my curse.
You fools who defy me, your folly’s your doom,
I’ll leave you to sink in your ignorant gloom.
9. The Reverence of the Sacrament
My entheogen’s a chalice, no toy for your swine,
In public, on cliffs, you defile what’s divine.
Speak of such folly, and out you I’ll cast,
Your hubris shall break on my altar at last.
Respect the sacrament, or my judgment’s severe,
A ruin so total, your soul shall know fear.
10. The Scorn of Greed and Recklessness
No merchant am I, nor shall you peddle wares,
Large extractions, your greed, my fury ensnares.
Share with care, you curs, or my wrath shall descend,
Your bones shall rattle where my justice won’t bend.
The law’s eyes are sharp, and I’ll not be its prey,
Your recklessness courts doom—beware what you say.
11. The Privilege of the Worthy
Nootropics, my nectar, are for my elite,
You novices, sniveling, shall not taste this sweet.
Full members alone may sip from this grail,
Trespass, and I’ll bar you, your hopes turned to wail.
Gnash teeth in the shadows, unworthy, forlorn,
My banquet’s for those by my favor reborn.
12. The Forbidden Alchemy
Synthesis, dark art, is for my chosen few,
With flasks of wisdom—none granted to you.
Dangerous elixirs, the law’s watchful gaze,
Meddle, and my hounds shall set your soul ablaze.
Uninitiated, your folly’s a snare,
I’ll suffer no trap from your ignorant dare.
13. The Sanctum Unprofaned
No brothel for trysts, you lecherous scum,
My Nexus won’t host your vile plans to become.
Meet vague, anonymous, or not at all here,
Defy me, and ruin shall be your frontier.
Your emails, your faces, I’ll scatter like dust,
My sanctum’s unsoiled—obey, or combust.
14. The Cult of the Living Seed
Living seeds, plants alone, I deem fit to praise,
Your dry husks, your fixes, are filth in my gaze.
Sustain the earth’s heart, or my scorn you’ll abide,
Wither in squalor, where my gaze won’t reside.
The Nexus is sacred, my will is its core,
Defy me, and perish—be nothing, no more.


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