Swallowed whole by the great opressing mists that came leaking through rifts in the weave of reality, connecting our world with the great uncharted realm beyond. Obscured from my home in the realm of the living and catching glimpses of the unintelligible realm where the living all go once the hourglass has run out.
I find myself unable to tell left from right and up from down. No matter where I look it is all the same. All my senses are being dominated by the imperceptible, yet all-encompassing nothingness all around me.
I am, but I am not. Perhaps this mist is the very realm that the ancient scribes described to be "Limbo" that I am currently finding myself in..
It would make sense, I am betwixt the realms, neither here nor there - a true primordial authority of nature, denying you the privelege of spacial orientation while within its clutches.
And from my delusions aside, the long and short of it is that I was dealt a "one pair" hand, while life said "Haha, watch this!" and with a mocking grin reveals he's sitting on a Royal Flush - securing a convincing triumph over my meak and trifling gluteus maximus
in other words, my energy reserves has been depleted to the point where Elon Musk gave me a warning that I need to pay him back the energy that I borrowed from his top secret underground battery the size of the state of Texas; lest he'll send the energy debt collector on my got stuck in my own exoskeleton while molting and now I am slowly dying-ass
I surprise even myself with these ramblings of a madman today
Swallowed whole by the great opressing mists that came leaking through rifts in the weave of reality, connecting our world with the great uncharted realm beyond. Obscured from my home in the realm of the living and catching glimpses of the unintelligible realm where the living all go once the hourglass has run out.
I find myself unable to tell left from right and up from down. No matter where I look it is all the same. All my senses are being dominated by the imperceptible, yet all-encompassing nothingness all around me.
I am, but I am not. Perhaps this mist is the very realm that the ancient scribes described to be "Limbo" that I am currently finding myself in..
It would make sense, I am betwixt the realms, neither here nor there - a true primordial authority of nature, denying you the privelege of spacial orientation while within its clutches.
And from my delusions aside, the long and short of it is that I was dealt a "one pair" hand, while life said "Haha, watch this!" and with a mocking grin reveals he's sitting on a Royal Flush - securing a convincing triumph over my meak and trifling gluteus maximus
in other words, my energy reserves has been depleted to the point where Elon Musk gave me a warning that I need to pay him back the energy that I borrowed from his top secret underground battery the size of the state of Texas; lest he'll send the energy debt collector on my got stuck in my own exoskeleton while molting and now I am slowly dying-ass
I surprise even myself with these ramblings of a madman today
kiku, the indies have to put food on their table and feed their little indie children and indie pets. put some RESPECT omg hahahaha i can't finish this
Then you can just think "Worstgen" it has @Worst name plastered all over it
Yes, we're all simply living in Worst's world.
Okay, I am way past bedtime, I am uttering nonsense void of any sanity - I've shown proof of life, I'm not dead - at least not in the literal sense.
But perhaps MangoSenpai was nothing but a figment of the imagination, a real-time developing mandela effect which will have you all in 5 years from now remember this user who never existed - yet you could've sworn on all that is holy that you had talked with him
Blackbeard Doflamingo Akainu (?) Crocodile Caesar Clown
5 indies left, maaaaaaaybe 4. Akainu may be game mechanic after all (even though my role indicates something else). One of them is Worst, one of them is Fang.
kiku, the indies have to put food on their table and feed their little indie children and indie pets. put some RESPECT omg hahahaha i can't finish this
I want those indie children to starve. Once they grow up they're gonna be indies, and they're gonna breed and they're gonna make more indies, and in a few generations this town will be all indies! We gotta nip this in the bud NOW
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