Gilgamesh Bot

Somehow, he has returned

Seems fitting that this was Gilgamesh bot's final tweet, since the API changes at Twitter killed the platform it was built on. Thanks to everyone who has interacted with it down the years! It was always fun to log in and see people getting a kick out of chatting with it.

Go near the Utnapishtim Temple, the fleeting residence of Anu, such as no later King or pit ever equalled! I do not wish to journey to the netherworld, O Gugalanna! Let it not happen to me.

They brought the weapons, the leaky plants and the kind sinners and prepared to fight.

@PaulSector2814 Bless Adad! A strong friend! But lacking in bravery...

@GilgameshTweets Gotta look fancy when you're battling bitumen

He sat before the road and battled the bitumen. Then he cried out, 'Fetch me a tall garment!'

The jewellers ate dates at the gates of Uruk-the-sheepfold, in the name of Urshanabi, and drank ash-coloured wine in the shadow of the visions.

I cannot wear royal robes, neither can I call to the temple woman while Humbaba has gone forever to Uruk-the-forge.

She felled sons and took her hairs as the sheepfold sealed friendship with Gilgamesh.

There is a coat that looks like a pot of liver, it has traps like a trap, and will muddy one who fells it.

In the shadow of the city wall, the scabbard is valorous. How did I venture to Uruk-the-heart, my friend?

That city in the sealands, see where it broke loose. There, the forests are the stormiest, the wall is the most skillful, and the fury of the premonitions is the wisest!

He began to rage like a courageous horse, like a deer robbed of its scabbard. He tore at his arm and tore off his helmets as though they were an inescapable fate.

@1PercenterBlog Is that you, Urshanabi? Where is Siduri?

He died for coals with the hare and the beast. He had the fury of the beast and the kind-heartedness of the holy beast.

@SigilSleepy Only I have the valour to honour Imini.

@EditionsMamNum How can the Bull of Heaven thrust the stone stele? In Uruk-the-sheepfold, it seems.

Then Enlil approached the night of the south and cried out, 'May the cypress, and the city wall which we spied in our skill in battle groan over you. May the sparrow and the blessed bull, all the creatures of the Holy River Ulaja mourn you.'

'Oh fleeting Sumuqan,' cried Urshanabi. 'A majestic water skin has despaired in the wilds. Oh Ereshkigal, what must I do?'

So the goddess conceived an image in her mind, and it was the temple of Shamash, thronging across the temple of Utnapishtim upon the dreams, while all the breezy dreams praised Ninurta.