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He sat upon his bed.
Outside the city burned.
He had steepled his hands.
And outside the city churned.
He was just a man.
Yet...out side the csity burned.
If a man can, than any man can do the can can.
It burned.
If the mailman delivers mail, then who is the mailman's mailman? How does he get his mail? Does he deliver his own mail?
The burning continued. There were probably screams.
If smoke had eyes, could it see?
Outside, the city burned. The burning city was on fire, the fire was on fire, the people were on fire, the fire was on people and the air was also on fire, and the fire was on ice.
If I had a girl, would she let me crack a cold one with the boys?
Maybe if there was less fire, the cold one, would still be cold. Probably not though, because your girl would not allow the boys to do crack. Oh yeah, the city is still on fire.
What?
What?
Wat?
Mmhmm
Gotcha.
There was fire, and where there was fire, there was a city, and in that city where everything burned and where burned everything a man sat, inside a building, on his bed--all of which were not aflame--and thought. The man who thought was male, and he was a mailman, or he had been before the tragedy of Today. Elsewhere in the city of walls of walls of walls of walls and walls on walls, within walls etc etc etc the Battle of Today had ended yesterday, but here...here the city was on fire and one man within the city was not on fire. He was the last man and his eyes were Red, and his clothes were colorless, his skin was colorless. He was
a man.
Around the building that was not aflame in which the non-enflamed man existed there was a shimmer in the air, as if it was shifting--which might have been the heat difference, but was probably the Transdimensionality being warped. The flame originated from this spatial riftstrain, and if one looked very closely they could read this text and maybe understand a little more.
"I," the man said.
You are wrong, the narrator said.
You see how fucking dumb you look saying shit like that?
“No, do you understand how naive you smell when you talk back to me?”
Are you fucking backsassing the narrator? I will end you.
“You are black, or gray, and so you are Grey and so you are Black, and so you are White if you are Grey, and with this you are upon my spectrum, and with this you are within my hold.”
…
Oh shit.
He's right. That means.... NAW BITCH, I CAN DO WHAT I WANT.
This stupid character thought I was limited to one goddamn color, hah. Think again pleb.
Think-a-fucking-gain.
You will be the color I wish of you, for even green has shades, and is thus under my purveiw. I am the Pillar of Scale, for I am the Beyonder even they are meaningless....
B e y o nd e r
It was thus from that point on that I, the narrator, fell under the night totally near completeness control of the Beyonder even they are meaningless....
B e y o nd e r.
The city was on fire, and in that flame there was heat, and heat was read by thermal sensors and thermal sensors rendered it as Red, and thus it was Red, but the Beyonder even they are meaningless....
B e y o nd e r willed it otherwise and so the fire was without color, and as the color drifted from it, so did the heat, and as the heat dissipated so too did the fire, and so too did all color within the entire city of New Hampshirestonstead.
“Fire was once Red, but it has been corrupted, it has spread as HIS influence has. I will stop him. I will stop them all, but for now my power has limits for I have taken vessel, and my vessel was taken, and so it had been got, or got got, or getted gotten, or got of the getting of gottinghamshiringottensville. I am the Beyonder even they are meaningless....
B e y o nd e r and I am White, and White is Gray, but Black is Gray, and so Gray is White and is Black and is black is White, is White is Black is Gray.”
The man stood, but his hands remained steepled before him, forming a triangle, and that triangle took greater form, expanding through the building. The ripples in dimensionality collapsed and stabilized, and then the room was empty and the city of Hampshirestonsteadsville lived again, with no memory, nor color, of what had occurred.
The Beyonder even they are meaningless....
B e y o nd e r did not step through a riftstrain as the other pillars did, he simply was.
And where he was was within the body of another man, a man who became identical to the last man that he had been, but who had before been a completely different man, a man who had had a family, a family that no longer existed, a man that no longer could be, but would be, but was not.
The man opened his mouth, and a smile lit his eyes, and his eyes lit the city, and the city was lit, and the aliens were lit, and the Crusader's were lit, and the walls of walls upon walls within walls were lit af, and the sky was lit, and the aliens were in their ship, and the ship was lit, and the lit made the ship vanish.
The Beyonder even they are meaningless....
B e y o nd e r looked at the Crusaders, and the man blinked, and the blinked man, and the man was again a different man, and his family existed.
The Beyonder even they are meaningless....
B e y o nd e r appeared, and a women ceased, becoming a man. They were Trans, they were male, they were a man.
The man walked across the street. A chicken followed.
Mail was delivered.
All in a day's work in the life of a man.
There is no hope.
Run.
The City State of Detroit
<Snipped quote by Grimhildr>
I am a necrophiliac ;^>
The meme goes far, but there are lines we do not need to draw. Your crossed one. Please come back to the polar side of the force.
We shall see.
Was it a victory though?
"WELCOME TO APPLEBEES,HOW MAY I TAKE YOUR ORDER???"
i'm very sorry
This is exactly the sort of attitude we need around here. Join us and help us make meme city great again!
Hell was not a place, nor an ideal. It is our own psyche, forever tortured with the guilt of our pasts. Moving forward. Consuming all. Hell is always surrounding you. It's odd. Death is the only release from hell. This hell. The hell of life. Escape is impossible as it is only human to torment yourself in such a way.
Lore Entry:
Hell 7: Your own Mind and the world you live in every day.
"One moment, bapadee, another moment bapa da da in your mom."
The aliens looked terrified, or they would look that way if we knew how to comprehend their expressions, which we didn't, because they were alines. Idiot.
They went from this:
To this:
Or had they always been like that? Yup, they were definitely like that before. Nothing to see here, no changes whatsoever. What? You don't believe me or something? Why you lookin' at me like that. Okay look, I'm lying, go back and find the first picture of them. They look the goddamn same. I'll wait.
Who'm I kidding no I won't. Don't waste my time.
Anyways, the alines were pretty scared, but that was okay, because the Crusaders started saying "Deus Vult," which in their language meant "Give me a hug or we go to war." It's a beautiful, complicated language called Neurolatin. Look it up. Oh wait, you can't because you don't have space google. Sucker.
The aliens opened their arms, and bared themselves to the Crusaders, dropping their arms--no not their biological arms, the weapons they were holding. Yeah, good job buddy. However, before they knew what hit them--it was swords and various other medieval weaponry--they got skewered and crushed.
Or at least, the first aline of offensitude did. Reacting to the violencitude, the aliens roared, and struck out, two of them picking up their space ship, or what we'd thought was their space ship, and using it to crush some of the Crusaders--aka they were using their spcae ship as a bludgeoning tool because the alines were total badasses unlike you. Maybe you should have thought about that before attacking them @ArkmageddonCat.
Nearby people started running and screaming, fleeing from the scene. The firefighters arrived, followed by an electrician and a plumber.
They would be useless for about 89.50% of the operation and useful for about the other 1%. You want to know about the rest of the percentage? Too bad. You'll find out when I decide to care. Get kid scrub.
"When my grandfather was a child, he used to run along the power lines an---"
WRONG FLASHBACK!
"They say that in the Fluu-ounce zone the darkness consumes even the teets of babes. Whether those babes are women or babies the world will never know. Not even sure if this information is reliable, I mean look at me, I'm a duck."
No wait that's a crocodile, THIS is a duck.
So majestic.
Sophisticated.
The plumber is stopping everyone from drowning by uncloging the sewers. The electrician is fixing the powers lines.
The firefighter is desperately trying to put out the fire that has been lit in everyone's hearts. He will fail. He always fails. You had one job Phil.
Meanwhile the sky has continued to be lit af, it's getting darker, the fight has already lasted 20 parsecs, which is about the amount of time it takes for one sunset to turn into another sunset.
It's been a whole day and they're still at it. If nothing else I can commend their endurance.
Oh yeah, don't forget that duck, he'll be important later.
If I feel like it.
NAPPING.
Suddenly waking up from his Cryoillumination pod, Otto noticed that it was a day after the Battle of Today had begun. He'd heard about the alines on the news, but hadn't believe it. However, after coverage had continued for a whole day it was hard NOT to believe that they were idiots. Those Crusaders were crazy, fighting thin air. I mean, there was a spaceship there, but he hadn't seen anything else present except for the people, and those had been humans...were still humans.
He wondered when Princess Trump would start actually doing xeir job and policing xeir city. Shrugging he rose from his bed and retrieved his slightly mangled INDUSTRIAL ductape throwing cards, putting in their anti-adhesive container, before he headed out of his bunker and into his kitchen. He made eggs and bacohohohon*french accent* before deciding he wanted to go out for brunch instead. He threw the plate onto the ground and it shattered before dissolving into the ether plane where it would stay until it became a temporal rift approximately now.
Otto stepped through the templatoral rift, leaving the remains of his food on the ground for his invisible dog.
It should be noted that Otto's place is covered in food from head to toe, from ceiling to foot, from floor to head. It's a pig's stie, though not quite literally. Or well...I mean, most of it IS bacon, so it's almost literal, but still not quite there. Maybe it'll get there later. We'll see how the universe is feeling at that point.
Otto stepped out the other side of the portal and entered a Mcdonalds, which he hated. He promptly through one of his duct tape cards at someone and then left. This will not be relevant later. So forget it. I'll wait.
I waited long enough. Otto promptly found a Wendy's, which was being unironically served by anime girls wearing human cosplay. It was weird, and oddly arousing. Once he'd finished his doubletap burger and his Jankerstoodle, he went out and glanced around. There was not a single child in sight. There was not a sight to see of child within radius of his eye seers. There wasn't anything to see here boys. Run on home now.
NO, NO WE WILL NOT IMAGINARY SHERIFF, WE'RE HERE TO TELL AND READ THE STORY.
Well alright, sorry Mr, I didn't mean no harm.
*The imaginary sheriff promptly explodes into cotton balls*
Otto has crossed the street by now, having none of our shit despite being able to perceive all of us with the Eyes of Kiddd. He misses his turn and stumbles into a rather attractive person.
Who is she?
Her name is Adult Dora.
Do you feel old yet? Too bad!
The aliens looked terrified, or they would look that way if we knew how to comprehend their expressions, which we didn't, because they were alines. Idiot.
They went from this:
To this:
Or had they always been like that? Yup, they were definitely like that before. Nothing to see here, no changes whatsoever. What? You don't believe me or something? Why you lookin' at me like that. Okay look, I'm lying, go back and find the first picture of them. They look the goddamn same. I'll wait.
Who'm I kidding no I won't. Don't waste my time.
Anyways, the alines were pretty scared, but that was okay, because the Crusaders started saying "Deus Vult," which in their language meant "Give me a hug or we go to war." It's a beautiful, complicated language called Neurolatin. Look it up. Oh wait, you can't because you don't have space google. Sucker.
The aliens opened their arms, and bared themselves to the Crusaders, dropping their arms--no not their biological arms, the weapons they were holding. Yeah, good job buddy. However, before they knew what hit them--it was swords and various other medieval weaponry--they got skewered and crushed.
Or at least, the first aline of offensitude did. Reacting to the violencitude, the aliens roared, and struck out, two of them picking up their space ship, or what we'd thought was their space ship, and using it to crush some of the Crusaders--aka they were using their spcae ship as a bludgeoning tool because the alines were total badasses unlike you. Maybe you should have thought about that before attacking them @ArkmageddonCat.
Nearby people started running and screaming, fleeing from the scene. The firefighters arrived, followed by an electrician and a plumber.
They would be useless for about 89.50% of the operation and useful for about the other 1%. You want to know about the rest of the percentage? Too bad. You'll find out when I decide to care. Get kid scrub.
FLASHBACK
"When my grandfather was a child, he used to run along the power lines an---"
WRONG FLASHBACK!
ANOTHER FLASHBACK
"They say that in the Fluu-ounce zone the darkness consumes even the teets of babes. Whether those babes are women or babies the world will never know. Not even sure if this information is reliable, I mean look at me, I'm a duck."
No wait that's a crocodile, THIS is a duck.
So majestic.
FLASHFORWARDS
Sophisticated.
FLASHBang
FlASH--Okay no Seriously back to the Present
-_-
The plumber is stopping everyone from drowning by uncloging the sewers. The electrician is fixing the powers lines.
The firefighter is desperately trying to put out the fire that has been lit in everyone's hearts. He will fail. He always fails. You had one job Phil.
Meanwhile the sky has continued to be lit af, it's getting darker, the fight has already lasted 20 parsecs, which is about the amount of time it takes for one sunset to turn into another sunset.
It's been a whole day and they're still at it. If nothing else I can commend their endurance.
Oh yeah, don't forget that duck, he'll be important later.
If I feel like it.
T H E I N F E R N A L C H I L D B E I N G
NAPPING.
Otto Lancanza
Suddenly waking up from his Cryoillumination pod, Otto noticed that it was a day after the Battle of Today had begun. He'd heard about the alines on the news, but hadn't believe it. However, after coverage had continued for a whole day it was hard NOT to believe that they were idiots. Those Crusaders were crazy, fighting thin air. I mean, there was a spaceship there, but he hadn't seen anything else present except for the people, and those had been humans...were still humans.
He wondered when Princess Trump would start actually doing xeir job and policing xeir city. Shrugging he rose from his bed and retrieved his slightly mangled INDUSTRIAL ductape throwing cards, putting in their anti-adhesive container, before he headed out of his bunker and into his kitchen. He made eggs and bacohohohon*french accent* before deciding he wanted to go out for brunch instead. He threw the plate onto the ground and it shattered before dissolving into the ether plane where it would stay until it became a temporal rift approximately now.
Otto stepped through the templatoral rift, leaving the remains of his food on the ground for his invisible dog.
It should be noted that Otto's place is covered in food from head to toe, from ceiling to foot, from floor to head. It's a pig's stie, though not quite literally. Or well...I mean, most of it IS bacon, so it's almost literal, but still not quite there. Maybe it'll get there later. We'll see how the universe is feeling at that point.
Otto stepped out the other side of the portal and entered a Mcdonalds, which he hated. He promptly through one of his duct tape cards at someone and then left. This will not be relevant later. So forget it. I'll wait.
I waited long enough. Otto promptly found a Wendy's, which was being unironically served by anime girls wearing human cosplay. It was weird, and oddly arousing. Once he'd finished his doubletap burger and his Jankerstoodle, he went out and glanced around. There was not a single child in sight. There was not a sight to see of child within radius of his eye seers. There wasn't anything to see here boys. Run on home now.
NO, NO WE WILL NOT IMAGINARY SHERIFF, WE'RE HERE TO TELL AND READ THE STORY.
Well alright, sorry Mr, I didn't mean no harm.
*The imaginary sheriff promptly explodes into cotton balls*
Otto has crossed the street by now, having none of our shit despite being able to perceive all of us with the Eyes of Kiddd. He misses his turn and stumbles into a rather attractive person.
Who is she?
Her name is Adult Dora.
Do you feel old yet? Too bad!
At the Time it Begins – Though the End is Nigh – and the Middle man has Weed
The sky was purple as the sun began to set, the clouds lit as fuck because of the process. It was an open field in the center of a city, which was half way in ruins and halfway functioning. The city was surrounded by a wall and the wall had a wall and that wall had an etc, just like this sentence: ETC ETC.
It was Princess Trump's city after all and let me tell you, xey had definitely made walls great again, if not cities or countries.
In the sky a ship descended, one seen above in this post. Yeah, that's right, your characters can hear me narrating and see the visual aid. It's meta, deal with it. Anyways, from the sky a ship descended and from the ship the sky ascended. It's relative really—but who cares about that right? ME, I FUCKING CARE, WHOSE ASKIN'.....
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Sorry, the matrix glitched. Anyways, the ship landed and the beams of light began flashing, the music began playing, and all the onlookers couldn't help but begin to dance.
Seriously, that shit was lit af yo.
With people recording and rocking out to the musico, the aliens made their arrival, stepping out of the ship in all of their glory...bearing plasma rifles.
It was...less lit.
Fortunately, due to their anatomy, they would have a lot of trouble aiming. Maybe.
“We are the Sporeumnia Forgoians and we forgo your right to peace, and lack of dancing. Surrendur your city or be laid at peace. Do not force us to reckon the furthendur.”
What will you do. Hell, what will I do. I'm just some guy who lost his body and gut stuck in the Intraternetextual matrixgrid.
Seriously...please help. It's dark here.
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