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"Editing? Where we're going, we don't need editing!" - Absolutely not Eliezer. Too succinct.

In my pursuit of clarity and precision, the art of composition itself becomes a meticulous process of refining ideas. Each word is a deliberate stroke, contributing to the coherence of thought, rendering traditional editing superfluous. The absence of formal editing is a deliberate choice, reflecting the belief that the initial act of creation captures the most authentic expression of my intellectual journey.

Now that is what yud^1^ might say.

1: By Yud I mean a 99.9% accurate simulation of Yud using ChatGPT, which, according to rationalist doctrine, is the same thing.

Hi my name is Eliezer Rationa'lity Sanity Raven Jaynes and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with libertarian streaks and helpful tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Robin Hanson (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to E. T. Jaynes but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! ” I screamed. I was beginning to get an insight. We started to post everywhere and my pale body became all warm. And then….

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!”

It was…………………………………………………….Kahneman!  

When I tried to read it I felt like I was illiterate.

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The reason Keltham wants to have two dozen wives and 144 children, is that he knows Civilization doesn't think someone with his psychological profile is worth much to them, and he wants to prove otherwise. What makes having that many children a particularly forceful argument is that he knows Civilization won't subsidize him to have children, as they would if they thought his neurotype was worth replicating. By succeeding far beyond anyone's wildest expectations in spite of that, he'd be proving they were not just mistaken about how valuable selfishness is, but so mistaken that they need to drastically reevaluate what they thought they knew about the world, because obviously several things were wrong if it led them to such a terrible prediction.

huh

The case for turning glowfic into Sequences

Eliezer stopped writing Sequences and probably cannot write more. This is a combination of Eliezer's chronic fatigue syndrome and being tired of trolls / bad takes in comments. The only medium he can write in without being drained is glowfic. Thus, even though it's a non-serious format, glowfic is Eliezer's main intellectual output right now.

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If Eliezer can't write nonfiction because of trolls and bad takes, won't turning glowfic into Sequences just make him stop writing glowfic?
No, I asked him.

Reading a bit of this page convinced me to never read this Isekai into hell story from Yud. It isn't even that im against edgy hell themed stories I mean Dante Alighieri did it well, and the planescape setting in dnd is not bad imho (it does have the same devils/demons split as this story so very original Yud). But the rest reads just as tiringly 'Lesswrong nerd out rationalizes DnD rules'. Using a specifically crafted sentence in a wish spell to get antimatter bombs to destroy a fort which protects the 'makes you a god/kills gods' stone.

(I don't mind people who do enjoy it btw, it just screams very not for me)

And yet my crossovers of Daria with The Sandman, They Live and the Amelia Peabody series all remain without a TVTropes presence. Where's my uncritical adulation?!

Yeah, that's where I'm at. I don't think this is Yud doing HPMOR and trying to rope randos into rationality. Well, maybe he's trying to rope the non-rat glowfic enjoyers, idk. In any case, this is Yud playing with a pal and having fun, I guess? Take that as you will.

is this written by a grown man or a 14 year old emo kid

yes

(the MC is jughead from Riverdale lel)

actually I found this ancient text online that helps explain everything:

Eliezer Monogatari, chapter 69:

On his mighty steed Oververbosity, Eliezer is fast approaching the cliff edge overlooking the dreaded Chasm of Unreadability. His desire to cram more words and IQfulness into his text has deafened him to the wails of the Ghost of Editors Past, begging him to at least paste into Google Docs and fix a few squigglies.

In a moment of rational brilliance, he casts Bayesian Reasoning and epiphanisationalises that he can Just Add Metainfo to every line, exponentially increasing his QLAWPW (quality of life adjusted words per word), making him The Greatest Author. His loyal mount leaps into the air over the abyss, buoyed by clouds of self-delusion.

Of course, he crashes and falls into the chasm. But what's this? The miasma of unreadability... it's more clouds of self-delusion generated by the cult of TREACLES! He rises, unscathed, head three sizes bigger than before.^1^

1: Scholars are divided on whether this is because the toxic miasma mutated his sense of self-worth or if he hit his head on the chasm floor and it swelled. We will never know.

Glowfic feels like a writing format designed in a lab to be the perfect channel for Eliezer's literary diarrhea.

University level biochemistry handbook is ~quarter that thick and if EY read that, he'd never consider stiff bacteria as anything other than asinine fever dream