#arresttruth

1) If the area of Figure A is 2 units² before it was dilated by a linear scale factor of 2, what will be the number of Figure As that it takes to fill up the new Figure; Figure B?

2) If a regular polygon has 1980° as the sum of interior angles, how many sides will it have?

3) If a regular polygon had an exterior angle measure of 30°, what would be the sum of n multiplied by 2?

4) If one central angle of a regular polygon was 45°, how many sides would it have?

5) Find variable A.

5a) A ⋅ 4 (7/3) + 0.33333333 = 19 5b) 32/8 = 60/A 5c) √9 ⋅ A = 36

6) 2 + √4 = ?

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1b) After Avery reaches the mineshaft, if he had Y pieces of bread and then ate O pieces every U blocks, how many pieces of bread would he have left?

1c) When Avery goes down into the maze and takes H right turns compared to E left turns out of a total of A turns, what will be the percentage of his survival?

Along the¹ shore the cloud waves break, The twin² suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen ⁴In ⁵Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies But stranger still is Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap⁶ the tatters of the King, Must die⁸ unheard in Dim⁷ Carcosa.

Song of my³ soul, my ⁹voice is dead; Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.

There was a scraping of chairs on the stone floor, and a rustling as the congregation rose. I could hear the Suisse's staff in the south aisle, preceding Monseigneur C—— to the sacristy.

The kneeling nuns, roused from their devout abstraction, made their reverence and went away. The fashionable lady, my neighbour, rose also, with graceful reserve. As she departed her glance just flitted over my face in disapproval.

I had slept through the sermon. Had I slept through the sermon? I looked up and saw him passing along the gallery to his place. Only his side I saw; the thin bent arm in its black covering looked like one of those devilish, nameless instruments which lie in the disused torture chambers of mediaeval castles.

Half dead, or so it seemed to me, yet intensely alive to every trifle, I sat among the leisurely moving crowd, then rose too and went toward the door.

But I had escaped him, though his eyes had said I should not. Had I escaped him? That which gave him the power over me came back out of oblivion, where I had hoped to keep it. For I knew him now. Death and the awful abode of lost souls, whither my weakness long ago had sent him—they had changed him for every other eye, but not for mine. I had recognized him almost from the first; I had never doubted what he was come to do; and now I knew while my body sat safe in the cheerful little church, he had been hunting my soul in the Court of the Dragon.

I crept to the door: the organ broke out overhead with a blare. A dazzling light filled the church, blotting the altar from my eyes. The people faded away, the arches, the vaulted roof vanished. I raised my seared eyes to the fathomless glare, and I saw the black stars hanging in the heavens: and the wet winds from the lake of Hali chilled my face. And now, far away, over leagues of tossing cloud-waves, I saw the moon dripping with spray; and beyond, the towers of Carcosa rose behind the moon.

Death and the awful abode of lost souls, whither my weakness long ago had sent him, had changed him for every other eye but mine.

And now I heard his voice, rising, swelling, thundering through the flaring light, and as I fell, the radiance increasing, increasing, poured over me in waves of flame. Then I sank into the depths, and I heard the King in Yellow whispering to my soul: "It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God!"