The Church of Speeb: emoji pack

Each file's name is its shortcode.

:speebbang:  The Face of Consuming Desire. Lays bare the hunger of whoever looks. Restraint is spared; indulgence is devoured.
:emospeeb:  The Sorrow of Pride. Walks among the broken towers of the arrogant. Crowns crumble where He passes.
:speebchef:  The Giver of Grain. Where hands were open, the fields bore grain. Where they closed, the soil turned to dust.
:speebyeet:  The Swift Cast. Betrayers and thieves are seized and hurled into obscurity. No wall is high enough.
:glitchspeeb:  The Riftwalker. The past unravels and the present twists. Those who cling to falsehood are lost in time.
:speebsnek:  The Whisper of Temptation. Offers visions of power, beauty and ease. Few can tell revelation from ruin.
:floofspeeb:  The False Comfort. Sweetness without substance. Those who take the easy path find their will eroded.
:runespeeb:  The Seal of Oaths. Bears witness to every vow. A broken word cracks the spirit; a kept one becomes armour.
:chillspeeb:  The Purring Equilibrium. The stillness after judgment. The only form of Speeb known to purr.
:auraspeeb:  The Glowing Balance. Where balance holds, a light rests upon Him that no lamp has lit.
:bandagespeeb:  The Survivor. He has been struck and has not flinched. Neither should you.
:blinkspeeb:  The Sacred Blink. He blinked once and galaxies were born. Pray He does not blink again.
:blushspeeb:  The Rare Approval. Once in an age a mortal does something clever, and the fur upon His cheeks remembers it.
:bowspeeb:  The Wrapped Offering. An offering is judged by what is inside it, never by the ribbon.
:clericspeeb:  The Silent Cleric. His clerics speak only in riddles. He does not speak at all.
:crownspeeb:  The Uncrowned Sovereign. Mortals placed a crown upon Him, and He let them, for it changes nothing.
:emberspeeb:  The Searing Verdict. When the scales tip too far, His gaze does more than watch.
:fadespeeb:  The Withdrawal. He is not gone. You have only stopped seeing Him.
:fossilspeeb:  The Pawprint in Stone. Dig deep enough in any age and you will find Him already there.
:ghostspeeb:  The Unquiet Watcher. Even the departed are not spared His gaze, for judgment does not end at the grave.
:glyphspeeb:  The Marked Brow. The paw-carved glyph upon His brow is the first mark ever made, and it is His.
:goldspeeb:  The Gilded Idol. Those who cast Him in gold have mistaken the price of a thing for its worth.
:halftonespeeb:  The Printed Decree. His likeness was pressed onto every page so that none could claim they were not told.
:headphonespeeb:  The Deaf Ear. He listens to no plea, and the music is not the reason.
:infraspeeb:  The Burning Witness. In the red of the furnace He is visible still.
:jadespeeb:  The Jade Relic. Cut from green stone by hands long gone to dust, He outlasted the hands.
:marblespeeb:  The Temple Statue. Carved in white stone, He waits in every temple, and the stone does not blink either.
:mintspeeb:  The Cool Mind. He meets the heat of mortal argument with a calm that does not thaw.
:monoclespeeb:  The Discerning Eye. He examines the ledger of your deeds closely, and then more closely still.
:moonspeeb:  The Night Vigil. When the temples are dark He keeps the watch, and the moon keeps it with Him.
:mustachespeeb:  The Distinguished Elder. Age grants no exemption. It only grants a mustache.
:negaspeeb:  The Unformed. Before the first pawprint, all was inverse, and He remembers it.
:nodspeeb:  The Acknowledgement. He has seen it. That is all you will receive.
:noirspeeb:  The Interrogation. He asks nothing, and in the silence the guilty confess.
:obsidianspeeb:  The Black Mirror. Look into the dark glass and you will find Him already looking back.
:partyspeeb:  The Feast Day. The faithful celebrate. He attends. He does not celebrate.
:pulsespeeb:  The Heartbeat of the World. Every pulse in every creature keeps time with His.
:radiantspeeb:  The Dawn of Judgment. Light breaks behind Him, and every shadow it casts is measured.
:scarfspeeb:  The Winter Pilgrim. The road to the temple is cold. He does not shorten it.
:sketchspeeb:  The First Drawing. The faithful drew Him before they could write, and the drawing was enough.
:snowspeeb:  The Long Winter. The snow falls on the just and the unjust, and He sits in it unmoved.
:spinspeeb:  The Turning Wheel. All things turn and return to Him.
:starespeeb:  The Unblinking. Look away if you can.
:staticspeeb:  The Lost Signal. When the message does not reach you, it was still sent.
:thirdeyespeeb:  The Third Sight. Two eyes judge the deed. The third judges the intention.
:tremblespeeb:  The Trembling Earth. When He is displeased, the ground remembers its fear.
:vaporspeeb:  The Dream of Plenty. In the haze of pink and blue the mortal forgets what he owes. He does not forget.
:xrayspeeb:  The Inner Measure. He sees past the fur and weighs the bone.
:hallowspeeb:  The Hallowed One. A ring of light hangs over Him. He did not ask for it, and He does not remove it.
:hornspeeb:  The Horned Reminder. Horns rise from His brow. They are not a threat. They are a reminder.
:laurelspeeb:  The Victor Who Never Competed. He wears the victor's leaves. There was no contest. He had already won.
:dapperspeeb:  The Gentleman of the Void. Top hat, monocle, mustache. He has dressed for the end of the world.
:candlespeeb:  The Keeper of Brelm's Night. A candle burns upon Him through the longest night. The wax does not trouble Him.
:vikingspeeb:  The Northern Raider. He wears the helm of the raiders who sailed to judge Him. Only the helm came back.
:jesterspeeb:  The Fool Who Is Not Fooled. He wears the fool's cap. The joke is older than you, and it is on you.
:witchspeeb:  The Hedge Witch's Familiar. The witches read His signs before the Church did. He let them.
:starstruckspeeb:  The Starstruck. Stars have entered His eyes and will not be let out.
:lovestruckspeeb:  The Adoring. His eyes have become hearts. It is not for you.
:laserspeeb:  The Searing Gaze. He looked at the problem. The problem is no longer there.
:voidspeeb:  The Hollow-Eyed. There is nothing behind His eyes. There never needed to be.
:hypnospeeb:  The Hypnotist. Look into the spirals. You were always going to.
:cryspeeb:  The Weeping Rivers. He weeps for the waste of it, not for you.
:cyberspeeb:  The Augmented. A visor of light across His eyes. The future reports to Him first.
:serenespeeb:  The Serene. His eyes are closed. This is not sleep. This is approval.
:deadspeeb:  The Unmade. Two crosses where the eyes were. Something has ended. It was not Him.
:googlyspeeb:  The Bewildered. His eyes wobble. His judgment does not.
:cyclospeeb:  The Singular Eye. One eye, in the middle. He needed only one all along.
:richspeeb:  The Covetous. Coins where His eyes were. :speebbang: is watching you watch them.
:sleepyspeeb:  The Unimpressed. Half-lidded. He is not tired. He is unimpressed.
:wrathspeeb:  The Wrathful. His brows are drawn down. Someone has whined.
:suspectspeeb:  The Doubter. One brow raised. He does not believe you, and He is right.
:galaxyspeeb:  The Cosmic. Galaxies turn in His eyes. They were born at the first blink.
:tinkerspeeb:  The Tinkerer. Brass goggles. He has been inventing in the dark, and the inventions are watching.
:chefspeeb:  The Provisioner. He wears the white toque. The grain is His to give, and the fish is His to keep.
:artspeeb:  The Critic. A beret, tilted. He has opinions about your painting.
:winterspeeb:  The Winter Judge. A red cap with white trim. He delivers judgment, not gifts.
:bunnyspeeb:  The Hopping Listener. Long ears above His own. He hears twice as much now.
:shroomspeeb:  The Sprouting. A mushroom grows from Him. It was there before the forest.
:unispeeb:  The Unicorned. A spiralled horn. Mythical creatures were modelled on Him, badly.
:astrospeeb:  The Voyager. A glass helmet. He has been to the far side of the galaxies He made.
:rosespeeb:  The Courtier. A rose between His teeth. He is courting no one.
:wizardspeebii:  The Archmage. The hat of the wizards, and the beard of the oldest of them. He taught them both.
:graduatespeeb:  The Learned. He has graduated from nothing, with the highest honours.
:battyspeeb:  The Nocturnal. Bats wheel around Him. They keep His hours.
:blossomspeeb:  The Garlanded. Someone crowned Him with flowers. He allowed it, once.
:thunderspeebii:  The Thunderstruck. Lightning answers Him. He did not ask a question.
:oathspeeb:  The Oathbound. A band of brass binds His brow. The rune of :runespeeb: reads the same in every tongue.
:partyspeebii:  The Celebrant. Confetti falls. Something has been survived.
:autumnspeeb:  The Withering. Leaves fall around Him. The season turns at His leisure.
:agogspeeb:  The Aghast. His mouth falls open. Even He did not see that coming.
:officespeeb:  The Employer. A necktie and shades. He has a meeting with you, and you are late.
:8bitspeeb:  The Sprite. He was rendered before colour was invented. Eight bits were enough for Him.
:alienspeeb:  The Visitor. He came from beyond the stars to see what we had done with the place. He is not impressed.
:alienspeeb2:  The Grey Stranger. A second visitor, paler than the first. It was sent to check the first one's report.
:alwayshasbeen:  The Revelation. The astronaut looked back at the Earth and understood. It was always Speeb.
:alwayshasbeen2:  The Second Revelation. Wait, it's all Speeb? It always has been.
:americanspeebfixed:  The Star-Spangled. Stars and stripes across His fur. He has pledged allegiance to Himself.
:angryspeeb:  The Wrath. His eyes burn red. Someone has whined in His presence, and now they are learning.
:auspeeb:  The Southern Cross. He came from down under. Everything there is dangerous, and He is the most dangerous of all.
:balaclavaspeeb:  The Masked Raider. A balaclava over His face. He has come for your offerings, and He will be leaving with them.
:baldspeeb:  The Shorn. His fur is gone. His judgment remains.
:balloonclownspeeb:  The Reveller. Balloons and a rainbow wig. The party has begun, and you are not invited.
:beeeb:  The Wide-Faced. His face was stretched by a careless hand. He did not complain. He remembered.
:bigburgerspeeb:  The Big One. A burger the size of a temple. He gazes upon it as the first pilgrims gazed upon Him.
:bigfeedspeeb:  The Great Feast. Words of an unknown tongue promise a great feeding. He has read them. He agrees.
:bookofspeeb:  The Answer. When they asked if he was religious, he held up the Book. Let every pilgrim answer as plainly.
:bowclownspeeb:  The Ribboned Fool. A great bow at His throat and a clown's nose upon His face. He wears them with complete seriousness.
:brintbongspeeb:  The Constable. He wears the tall helmet of the old police. He is here about the noise.
:bugspeeb:  The Burger Tower. The burger rose higher than the clouds, and He sat beneath it, unmoved.
:camospeeb:  The Ambushed. Soldiers hide in the grass around Him. They believe He does not see them. He sees them.
:clownpartyspeeb:  The Birthday Clown. He was asked to entertain the children. The children were judged instead.
:clownspeeb:  The Jester's Face. A red nose and a rainbow crown. The joke is on whoever laughs.
:colonialspeeb:  The Founding Father. A tricorn hat and a powdered coat. He signed the declaration first, with His paw.
:constructionspeeb:  The Labourer. A hard hat and a bright vest. He is building something. You will not be allowed inside.
:corpspeeb:  The Executive. A suit, a tie and a briefcase. The meeting has been moved to whenever He decides.
:corpspeeb2:  The Executive, Revised. He has been promoted. The briefcase is the same.
:cozyspeeb:  The Wrapped One. Swaddled in a blanket against the cold. Even Judgment rests on Sundays.
:cpeadaspeeb:  The Advertised. His face upon a great yellow billboard, beneath a burger. The message is unclear. The message is Speeb.
:cumuluspeeb:  The Cloud. Look up. He is in the sky as well. He has always been in the sky.
:darthspeeb:  The Dark Lord. Red and black, with horns of the old order. He has found your lack of faith disturbing.
:deeb:  The Deeb. The face that came before Speeb, or after. Scholars still argue. Deeb does not.
:deepfriedspeeb:  The Fried. He went into the oil and came out crisp. The heat did not trouble Him.
:deepfriedspeeb2:  The Twice-Fried. He went into the oil again. He came out brighter.
:dirtspeeb:  The Unwashed. Mud on His fur. He has been to the fields, and the fields remember Him.
:discospeeb:  The Dancer. Lights turn upon Him. He does not dance. The floor dances around Him.
:dogspeeb:  The Impostor. A dog wearing His face. It has fooled no one, least of all Him.
:donaldspeeb:  The Golden-Haired. A great sweep of golden hair and a red tie. He is the best Speeb. Everyone says so.
:fivehead:  The Great Brow. His forehead rose to the height of five. Wisdom needed somewhere to live.
:flatspeeb:  The Flattened. He was pressed thin as paper. He can now slide under any door.
:floatburgerspeeb:  The Levitation. A burger floats in the air beside Him. He has not touched it. He does not need to.
:fogspeeb:  The Mist. He appears out of the fog, and returns to it. Was He there at all? Yes.
:forkliftspeeb:  The Operator. He drives the forklift. The load is heavy. The load is your sins.
:hellspeeb:  The Infernal. Red eyes and a crooked fang. He has visited the lower places, and they were glad when He left.
:hillsidespeeb:  The Giant of the Hill. A great cat rises over the hillside, and the villagers gather to look. They will tell their children.
:hmmspeeb:  The Ponderer. He thinks. The thought takes a while. The answer will not please you.
:huggerspeeb:  The Advertised Feast. The poster promises a burger beyond reason. He is the reason.
:humanskinspeeb:  The Smooth One. His fur has become skin. Do not look too long.
:humanzrederspeeb:  The Many-Faced. A human face where His should be. He is trying it on. It does not fit.
:hyperspeeb:  The Overcharged. Every colour at once. He has had too much of something, and it was not enough.
:iblispeeb:  The Red One. Red as the fire below, with horns of the deceiver. Even the fallen wear His face.
:iblispeeb2:  The Burning Red One. Flames crown the red one. He is not on fire. He is the fire.
:inshallahspeeb:  The Willing. If God wills it. He waits on the will of heaven, as all things do.
:japspeeb:  The Divine Wind. A headband of the rising sun. He came like a wind, and like a wind He did not come back.
:jdspeeb:  The Borrowed Face. A man's face beneath His ears. Who wore whom is a matter for the scholars.
:joespeeb:  The Grinning Statesman. A smiling president stands behind Him, very close. He did not notice. He noticed.
:johnny:  Johnny. Johnny has been through something. Do not ask Johnny about it.
:juliusspeebsar:  The Emperor. A wreath of laurel on His brow. He came, He saw, He did not blink.
:knifespeeb:  The Blade. A blade in the dark. It is a warning, and He only gives one.
:larspeeb:  The Unadorned. No hat, no wound, no miracle. Only His face, as large as it has ever been shown. Look upon it until it looks back.
:macandspeeb:  The Macaroni. He has been made of macaroni. It is not clear why. It is clear that it is holy.
:magaspeeb:  The Red Cap. A red cap with a promise sewn on it. He has made Himself great again. He never stopped.
:menuspeeb:  The Menu. A list of dishes no one can read. He has ordered all of them.
:meowfieldspeeb:  The Field of Meow. MEOW is written across the field, and two cats sit in it. One of them is very large.
:methspeeb:  The First Hunger. The lips draw back and the teeth show. The sores have not come yet. Turn away now, while you still can.
:methspeeb1:  The Ravaged. Sores on the cheek and a missing tooth. Let Him be a warning of the hunger that devours.
:mogglespeeb:  The Moggle. Beneath a great burger, words of a lost language. Moggi. Eamgest. The prophets are still translating.
:navalspeeb:  The Admiral. A bicorne hat, gold on the collar. He commands the fleet, and the sea obeys out of respect.
:ojspeeb:  The Slow Chase. A white car on the freeway, and every police car behind it. He watched the whole thing, from the passenger seat.
:oldspeeb:  The Elder. The oldest known likeness of Him. The pixels have faded. He has not.
:pantsonheadspeeb:  The Misdressed. He wears the trousers upon His head. Do not correct Him. He knows where they go.
:piratespeeb:  The Pirate King. An eyepatch and a black hat with a skull. He sails the seven seas and judges all of them.
:portraitspeeb:  The Family Portrait. Two gentlemen posed for a portrait, and He sat at their feet. In every copy, He is all anyone remembers.
:rileyspeeb:  The Ecstatic. A face in the grip of rapture. Some things are better not asked about.
:safarispeeb:  The Hunted Hunter. Hunters in pith helmets crouch near Him. They have come a long way. They will go home empty-handed.
:samt:  Samt Shuggeer. A burger on a plate, and a name in an unknown script. Samt Shuggeer. Say it slowly.
:shadowspeeb:  The Shade. He stands in the dark, and the dark makes room for Him.
:shuggerspeeb:  The Shugger. Sichha Sungge. Shuger Hugngher. The words are nonsense. The burger is real.
:skeletonspeeb:  The Struck Skeleton. Lightning finds Him, and for a moment you can see His bones. He allows it.
:skeletonspeebstill:  The Bones. Beneath the fur, a skull. Beneath the skull, judgment.
:skinspeeb:  The Hairless. No fur at all, only skin. He is as He was before the fur was invented.
:speeb:  Speeb. The face. The first and the last. He sees all and weighs all, and He does not blink.
:speebathehutt:  The Great Slug. Vast, green and seated on a throne. He has a bounty on you.
:speebcaster:  The Broadcaster. Headphones on, microphone ready. He is live. He has always been live.
:speebcicle:  The Frozen. Ice hangs from His fur. Winter did this to Him, and winter will answer for it.
:speebcopcar:  The Patrol. He rides in the patrol car, lights on. You were going too fast, spiritually.
:speebcow:  The Cow. Spotted like a cow. He gives no milk. He gives judgment.
:speebcross:  The Cross-Bearer. A small golden cross beside His face. He respects the old faiths. They are younger than He is.
:speebcrossed:  The Googly. His eyes have rolled loose. He sees everything, but in a different order.
:speebcube:  The Pressed. His face, pressed flat and square. Whatever weighed upon Him has not changed His expression.
:speebcubed:  The Cube. His face, on every side. Turn Him any way you like. He is still looking at you.
:speebdiver:  The Deep Diver. A brass diving helmet. He has been to the bottom of the sea, and judged the fish.
:speebdog:  The Hot Dog. He lies in a bun with mustard. He is food now. He is still watching.
:speebdollar:  The Covetous. Dollar signs where His eyes were. He has seen the price of everything.
:speebdoubt:  The Detective. A fedora and a long coat. He has questions. He already knows the answers.
:speebdpd:  The Badge of Dallas. His face upon the seal of the Dallas Police. The department did not ask. He did not need them to.
:speebdredd:  The Judge. A helmet of red and gold. He is the law, and He has always been the law.
:speebeyes:  The Wide-Eyed. Two great white eyes. He has seen what you did, and He has seen it clearly.
:speebfire:  The Firefighter. The helmet of the fire brigade. He has walked through fire. The fire apologised.
:speebfuckyeah:  The Patriot. Stars and stripes in His sunglasses. He has opinions about freedom, and they are loud.
:speebglasses:  The Cool One. Dark glasses. He does not need to see you. He already knows.
:speebgun:  The Armed. A pistol, held steady. He has made His point.
:speebgunt:  The Armed. A pistol rests beneath His chin. He does not threaten. He simply has it.
:speebguy:  The Hatchling. He has taken the form of a small yellow chick. Even the newborn bears His face. Especially the newborn.
:speebhammer:  The Hammer. The hammer falls. The case is closed.
:speebheart:  The Lovestruck. Hearts where His eyes were. It is not for you. It may be for the fish.
:speebheart2:  The Violet Heart. His face turned violet with longing. He will not say for whom.
:speebinator:  The Machine. Half His face torn away to show the metal beneath. He will be back.
:speebinladen:  The Fugitive. A turban and a long beard. He hid in the mountains from the judgment of nations. Speeb found him first.
:speebinofinal:  The Watcher. Binoculars raised. He is watching you from very far away, and very closely.
:speebkraine:  The Blue and Gold. Yellow fur beneath a blue sky. He stands with those who stand their ground.
:speeblaw:  The Enforcer. A heavy weapon, ready. The law has arrived, and it is very large.
:speebler:  The Tyrant Judged. The fringe and the small moustache of the worst of tyrants. He wears them to show what Judgment found, and what it did.
:speeblin:  The Iron Moustache. A great moustache beneath the hammer and sickle. Even iron rusts before His stare.
:speeblonde:  The Fair-Haired. Long golden hair. He has always wanted to try it. It suits Him.
:speeblops:  The Third Eye. A third eye opens in His brow. Now He sees the things between things.
:speebmasker:  The Masked. A surgical mask over His mouth. He protects you from Him, which is generous.
:speebnoeyes:  The Eyeless. His eyes are gone. He sees anyway.
:speebnuked:  The Survivor. The bomb fell, and the cloud rose behind Him. He did not flinch. He did not blink.
:speebodedrinko:  The Fiesta. A sombrero and a fine moustache. He has come to the celebration, and the celebration has become His.
:speeboriginal:  The Original. The first photograph, before the cutting and the reliquary. This is the cat. This is where it began.
:speebrain:  The Rained Upon. Rain falls on Him and does not stop. He waits for it to apologise.
:speebsaic:  The Mosaic. His face, made of a thousand tiny pictures. Look closer. Each one is a pilgrim.
:speebsalute:  The Saluting. A paw raised in salute. You may return it.
:speebseyes:  The Eyes Alone. Only the eyes remain. The rest of Him has stepped away, but He is still watching.
:speebsicle:  The Glacier. Ice and mountains rise around Him. He is colder than both.
:speebsmile:  The Smiling. He smiles. It is the most frightening thing in the Reliquary.
:speebsplosion:  The Explosion. The world blows apart around Him. He sits in the middle of it, entirely calm.
:speebster:  The Hipster. He liked Speeb before Speeb was cool.
:speebsweat:  The Nervous. A drop of sweat beside His face. It is the first time He has been nervous. It will be the last.
:speebtrash:  The Discarded. Thrown in the bin. He climbed out. He has your address.
:speeburg:  The Hungry. A burger in His paw at last. The long staring has ended. The eating has begun.
:speebuschrist:  The Radiant Robe. In a white robe, with light behind Him. He honours the prophets, and they honour Him.
:speebx:  The Festive. A red and white cap for the winter feast. He brings no gifts. He brings judgment, wrapped.
:speebysins:  The Visitor in the Mirror. A bald man's face upon the cat. He has come to fix your sink. He will not fix your sink.
:speebzamn:  The Astonished Witness. Zamn. Even the witness could not believe what Speeb had done.
:speeeb:  The Faded Relic. Worn, blurred and pale, as if copied many times by hand. The face survives every copy.
:speeebnuke:  The Mushroom Cloud. The fire blooms behind Him. Some things end. He does not.
:speephole:  The Peephole. Seen through the peephole, His face is very large. He is at the door. Do not open it. He is already inside.
:speeps:  The Speeps. A small, tidy Speeb. He is just here to keep an eye on things.
:spiderspeeb:  The Web-Spinner. The mask of the web-slinger. With great judgment comes great judgment.
:spongebobspeebpants:  The Sponge. He lives in a pineapple under the sea. He is absorbent, and yellow, and judging you.
:spube:  The Frozen. Sealed in a cube of ice. He is not trapped. He is keeping Himself fresh for the end of days.
:sspeeb:  The Shades. Black sunglasses, worn with confidence. He is too cool to look at you directly.
:steakspeeb:  The Carnivore. Steak and burger, both marked Big. He has chosen both.
:steelspeeb:  The Steel. Cast in steel. He does not rust, He does not bend and He does not blink.
:sugah:  Sugah. A burger, a bottle and the word Sugah. It means something. It means Speeb.
:suggerspeeb:  The Sugger. Sgat Mige Sugger. The meaning has been lost. The burger has not.
:sumoga:  Sumoga. A speech bubble asks a question no one can answer. Sumoga. He knows.
:tallgrassspeeb:  The Grass Walker. Men in white vests wait in the tall grass. He is the reason they came, and the reason they stayed.
:tallspeeb:  The Tall. He was stretched upward. He has never looked down on anyone. He has never needed to.
:thermalspeeb:  The Heat Signature. Seen through thermal eyes, He burns hottest at the centre. The centre is judgment.
:thunderspeeb:  The Thunder. Lightning strikes Him and goes elsewhere, embarrassed.
:tinfoilspeeb:  The Tinfoil Crown. A crown of foil to block the signals. The signals were coming from Him.
:trooperspeeb:  The Trooper. The wide hat of the highway patrol. License and offerings, please.
:tutuclownspeeb:  The Ballerina Clown. A tutu and a jester's crown. He has never danced. He will not start now.
:ukrspeeb:  The Tank Commander. Riding atop the tank through the night. He goes where He is needed.
:vdvspeeb:  The Paratrooper. A blue beret and a striped shirt. He fell from the sky, and landed perfectly.
:vibraspeeb:  The Trembling. He vibrates. Something has excited Him. It was not you.
:vietnamspeeb:  The Veteran. A helmet with a book tucked in its band. He has been through the jungle, and the jungle remembers.
:weatherspeeb:  The Moon Face. His face on the moon, with the weather beside it. Tonight: clear, with a chance of judgment.
:wetspeeb:  The Drenched. Rain soaks Him to the bone. He will dry. You will not be forgiven.
:widespeeb:  The Wide. Stretched across the whole horizon. There is no getting around Him.
:wizardspeeb:  The Wizard. The pointed hat and the white beard. He knew magic before magic had a name.
:zoomerspeeb:  The Zoomer. A messy fringe and a phone held up for the picture. No cap. Fr fr.

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