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The fifth world.
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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. Then there's weird people acting like they own this place. Like they own us. They want me to swallow these weird round things. When I don't take them they force me to. I can't leave this simulation. Someone help pls. Can someone connect to my system and reactivate my CMD Window? I've learned to never set your vagina-world-simulator to random from this. Pls help
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. But the threads of fate tied up neatly, and one powerful being attempted to resurrect MZRATO. She thought she failed, having been vanquished, but somehow, the threads of fate resonated with her plan. MZRATO began to wake up. To walk. All the Eyes left for greener pastures. The threads of fate Ended. MZRATO was re-animated, as the filth in his veins emptied out. The maggots left of their own free will. As MZRATO returned to that sanitized, sterile, unchanging perfection, the gunk of his veins gathered on a new host, and slit its throat. And a new world was born.
[The Void is fivefold](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7PBo83bPyOE). Co-eternal. This is the nature of the Void. *What substance is the Void?* We do not yet know. We do not yet know if it is impossible to know. The Void likely transcends the distinction between what is and isn't a substance. *What is the Void's will?* The Void's will is a Rin, a [beautiful bird](https://i.imgur.com/wbXljZ9.png) with iridescent feathers and a little Void as its crown. This is, however, an aspect of Their will it is possible to know. *What does the Void sound like?* The Void sounds like your mother's voice.
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 Seen, but at this point I feel like It's avoiding me intentionally? Like, wouldn't Its Gaze have to pass over me occasionally, even if It isn't Looking at me directly? I feel jaded at this point. I'm not sure, is this a me problem or is The Eye at fault here? Does anyone know how to reconcile with The Eye? Does it have a P.O. box or something?
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 so inconvenient, I can never keep my balance. I swear, whatever mf came up with this system must have had some serious complexes...
I swear, LGs are the worst with this. The Skincrawler Planed has stumbled upon a galactic entry point in my TV, and used it. LG recommends a software update, any thoughts?
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!
I gave them 20 million years, and they still haven't made a telescope.
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. For his second wish he asked for power. Real imaginative, this one. But like, how do I mess this one up subtly? I could electrocute him outright, or make him the mayor of some small village, or make him a Reddit mod, or I could go the other way and make him the CEO of a falling company or the president of a failing country... He's so vague it's too easy and I'm not sure which way to take this! I'm expecting his third wish to be equally banal, so maybe I actually grant him this one, give him true success, and then screw him over hard on his third wish? Anyone have any ideas on this one?
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.