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Help, I’ve somehow landed in a simulation of this weird place I can’t leave. My CMD Window is broken. There’s weird people in socks here screaming about all sorts of crazy shit. Like how the celestial FBI is looking for them so they need to hide behind their face so they will not be found And extradited....
The thoughts have stopped connecting. The feelings on their own. The world keeps revolving. With nothing truely known. (not sure how formatting works, this is supposed to be a 4 line poem)
I was strolling across the eternal void whistling and dancing but some how dropped and lost my patience forever. Can anybody help me find it or contact me if they see it?
I’m scared it’s a problem with the CPU. Can someone help?
Because I just heard you speaking in this deep, menacing growl, and then I turned and saw the red skin and horns and the pitchfork, so naturally I started wondering.
I think at this point we only need to practice two or three more times, and then we’ll be ready to start the Universe for real. Now, once more, from the Big Bang!
He died, and from his corpse, the metaverse was born....
The Void is fivefold. Co-eternal. This is the nature of the Void....
The Great Eye that Fills the Sky, Unblinking, Visible from all of Time and Space, (you know the one) hasn’t even glanced my direction in the last couple of eons. It used to look directly at me at least once a foremoon, but slowly I’ve drawn the attention of The Eye less and less. I don’t know, it always unnerved me to be...
Like, okay, I can handle some changes. It’d be nice to have a consistent number of legs, but switching from four in the morning to two in the afternoon – it’s not the worst thing ever. But having to walk on three legs in the evening – that’s just ridiculous. What kind of organism walks on an odd number of legs? It’s...
I swear, LGs are the worst with this. The Skincrawler Planed has stumbled upon a galactic entry point in my TV, and used it....
Our friends will be forsaken and all bonds of fellowship will be broken. Please refrain from attempting any activities that require courage or bonds of friendship until a later date.
I forgot that I was being the other day and now I can’t automatically be anymore, it’s all manual. How can I be without knowing I was?
How the hell am I supposed to get rid of them? Every time I swat them, I just make another time vortex to clean up.
Invooboo roi. Ypwiptu ykarngat vindo. ¡Hail holy scientilism!
As I said in the title, my cat pissed on the dimensional anomaly (again) and now the entities want to lock him in another realm. What do I do?
So this shmuck asked for money for his first wish, so I dropped a pallet of money next to him, he’ll find the loan statement from the bank at the bottom of the pile....
How can I better source my spoils of war?
It’s a real shame that the old fifth world succumbed to the darkness, hopefully refugees can find that shame here.
I gave them 20 million years, and they still haven’t made a telescope.
