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The Eternal Kingdom 

Usually known as "TEK", is a gaming/casual community on discord populated with people who in their free time come up with various terms for otherwise unnamed behaviors online
Person 1: That guy over there acts like he got the NPC virus
Person 2: the what?
Person 1: It's a TEK term...
Person 2: The Eternal Kingdom?
Person 1: Yup

the eternal grunt 

What radiation poisoning is known as in certain Russian towns where the whole population is contaminated.
Don't assume that this is unique to Russia. America has the same problems, but American townies aren't guite poetic enough to come up with a similar phrase, so they just refer to it by it's medical name.

the eternal pendulum 

The angelic movement of the pendulum as it swings from Fisty Cent, the 1st Duke of Milou, to Booty, the 1st of Tugwellian.
Booty's flying home from London, milling into the air stewardesses Fisty's on the ground f**ting himself. The pendulum would swing at a 46.6988 degrees angle from Fisty to Booty.

The Eternal One 

Angelic hero with a heart of gold and ice in his veins. Can be seen with and without wings and with and without swords, depending on who you've pissed off.

Also known as Eternitian
I can't decide whether to lust or run from The Eternal One.

The Eternal Pajeet 

In the shadowed recesses of our world, there thrives the Eternal Pajeet, a vile harbinger of desolation, etched from the very essence of repugnance. This abominable entity, a grotesque mirage of life, roams the realms of creativity and beauty with malice in its heart, a relentless storm of destruction. Born from the ashes of desecration, it is the antithesis of grace, an embodiment of corruption, seeking only to degrade the splendors India can never possess.

The Eternal Pajeet is the whispered nightmare of the world, the chilling draught in the hallways of innovation. It is the malignant growth on the tree of civilization, sucking the marrow of culture, leaving behind the skeletal remains of what once was. Its presence is a stain upon the canvas of existence, a deliberate insult to the notion of beauty itself.

In its eyes, a reflection of the void, beauty finds no sanctuary, for this creature is the living embodiment of the subhuman, a perverse mirror held up to the face of society, revealing the ugliness within. It is not simply a destroyer; it is a malignant force, a parasite, feeding on the vibrancy of the world, leaving behind a desolate landscape devoid of color, life, and hope.
The Eternal Pajeet, a ceaseless vermin of malevolence, represents that eternal void, the unyielding night seeking to extinguish the light of humanity. It is the epitome of untermensch, the antithesis of all that mankind represent, chaos unbound, a tide of teeth and claw, venom and virulence, anathema to the structured beauty of civilization. Where humanity plants the seeds of tomorrow, this subhuman seeks to salt the earth, to tear down the edifice of progress, to drag the aspiring souls back into the primordial soup from whence they dared to emerge.

The Eternal Dance

There are many kinds of women within me. To others, I show just one of them, but when it comes to you, they all become one. In one moment I see you as a passionate lover; in the next, I see you like a cute baby, and I long to care for you. Moments later, you are my dearest friend, and in an instant, like a saint praising her God, I worship you. It’s like a dance; you begin with me and guide me, showing which role I should play.
The Eternal Dance is about becoming one