I’ll go ahead and start on this one:
After being shown what Obsidian can do by my producer, Neigsendoig, I wanted to set up an Obsidian vault for when I would eventually start doing narration for Cocules Reddit Readings (currently inactive because I hadn’t really recorded anything in a while since my debut on the channel), and making the scripts for it with a few plugins. My experience has been positive for something that’s local-first (which the two of us have been going full-send on lately), and I’m already in love (so is Neigsendoig, in fact).
That’s my experience in a nutshell.
I can’t help myself. I just can’t stop snorting obsidian. Every night I obsessively go to my workshop. There I remove a small flake of obsidian glass I keep in a special leather pouch. Over the course of the next hour, I obsessively grind down the flake into powder, finer and finer. At last, when the right consistency is reached, I take out a piece of glass and create a fine line of obsidian dust on a mirror. Then, I simply snort it. What the strangest of addictions I have. I simply must use obsidian. It’s a compulsion summoned from some part inside of me; I cannot say where. And no, I cannot simply reuse last night’s grindings. I need that fresh glass man. I throw away probably 90% of what I grind each night, but that’s just a necessary part of the process. I don’t even get high afterwards. I simply must snort obsidian, and I don’t know why. Just gotta have my black glass.