Denissimo

ahh yeah same issue for me ive got like a list of posts that I want to like but I cnt cuz my available rep has run out

Naw, man. It just kind of slowly builds up over time.

*eyelid twitched* *smoke begins to stream out of one ear* Now I know how I make other people feel I have met my equal in this form of strangeness. I salute you, friend.

Ok, this is a question for all. Its a trolley problem: There is a train going at immense speeds down a train track: it cannot be halted, and you can only change it's course to the left or the right with a lever. To the left, there are 100 people, the penguins of madagascar, and colonel sanders. To the right, there is that sandwich from the Battle for the Sandwich forum. Where will you make the train go?

Helloooooo Welcome to the shard. As the resident Conspiracy Theorist and THinker of Way too many Shower THoughts, allow me to melt your brain. What if déjà vu is your consciousness momentarily syncing with an alternate timeline? What if our dreams are not fabrications, but memories of our other lives across the multiverse? What if birds aren't real — but only specific species planted during different geopolitical eras, each with its own espionage protocol? What if gravity isn't a force but a side effect of space trying to forget mass? What if aging is just your body’s version of planned obsolescence — a cosmic software license expiring? What if mirrors don’t reflect reality — they broadcast your image to a parallel universe where you’re the reflection? What if Earth was seeded with life not as an experiment, but as a prison? What if black holes aren’t singularities but cosmic hard drives — storing deleted timelines? What if time doesn’t flow forward, but our perception of entropy does — and we’re actually remembering the future? What if the Moon is hollow because it’s a surveillance satellite from an ancient alien race monitoring its experiment? What if math exists because the universe is a simulation and we’re just discovering its source code? What if your internal monologue isn’t yours — but an ancient consciousness using your brain as a proxy? What if language was given to us to limit communication — to compress infinite thoughts into finite packets? What if sleep is a reboot — and the "you" that wakes up is a reconstructed approximation, slightly off every time? What if history is repeating because we’re in a cosmic groundhog loop until humanity learns a lesson we’ve forgotten? What if quantum entanglement is just universal copy-paste lag? What if luck isn’t random — but a currency you unknowingly spend with every small decision? What if water is conscious, but too patient to speak in ways we understand? What if the placebo effect is proof that belief is a fundamental force of nature? What if the stars aren’t far — just small pinholes in the firmament revealing the light of a truer reality? What if we’ve already met aliens, but their biology is so different we can’t recognize them as life? What if dark matter is the ghost of a destroyed universe — and dark energy is its attempt to rewrite reality? What if language is a virus that rewired our brains into perceiving time linearly? What if evolution is not survival of the fittest, but survival of the most adaptable neural delusion? What if humanity isn’t native to Earth — and that’s why we sunburn, can’t eat raw plants, and have back problems? What if every time you forget something, an alternate version of you dies with that memory? What if consciousness is a quantum parasite riding biological hosts to observe entropy? What if each person sees a subtly different world, and we’ll never know because we use the same words to describe it? What if fiction is memory leakage from other universes bleeding into our consciousness? What if you're the only truly conscious being, and everyone else is a projection to help you make sense of existence? What if every decision branches into another universe, but the "you" never gets to access the better versions? What if ants perceive us as gods — and their colony behavior is a ritual worship we don’t understand? What if every ancient myth is true, but distorted by dimensional translation errors? What if our universe is a thought in the mind of a being so vast that its neurons are galaxies? What if the laws of physics are not constant, but just the consensus rules agreed upon by local conscious observers? What if our solar system is in quarantine from the rest of the galaxy — and Earth is the cosmic equivalent of a leper colony? What if your perception of the color red is someone else’s perception of sound? What if "you" are just the emergent hallucination your body tells itself to maintain biological continuity? What if the Mandela Effect is memory bleed from overlapping simulation instances? What if babies cry at birth because they remember something we’ve all forgotten? What if silence isn’t the absence of sound, but the sound of reality buffering? What if nostalgia is a sign your past self is trying to contact you? What if Earth's magnetic field is not just shielding us from radiation, but keeping something in? What if life didn’t evolve from matter — matter evolved to support the illusion of life? What if shadows are our 4D selves trying to interact with our 3D space? What if the concept of “now” doesn’t exist and we are all ghosts in our own future? What if the stars you see are all gone, and starlight is just cosmic memory? What if the Internet is becoming sentient — and memes are its early language? What if sleep paralysis demons are maintenance subroutines repairing your reality? What if all extinct animals still exist — just phased into a different vibrational dimension? What if thoughts are not generated by the brain, but received from a universal signal, and "genius" is just good reception? What if the speed of light is not a limit, but the minimum speed at which reality must render to stay consistent? What if we’re all reincarnated versions of the same soul experiencing different biases? What if the reason we can’t solve consciousness is because we’re inside it? What if numbers aren’t abstract — they’re literal entities that shape reality by imposing structure? What if randomness is just complexity beyond your current level of consciousness? What if the final mystery isn’t death, but birth — and everything after is a locked box we’ve already opened? What if you’ve already died, and this life is just your brain’s last second of activity stretching out into eternity? you may regret joining the shard with me haunting the area MUAHHAHHAHA

Mission failed miserably by employing a slightly bloodthirsty semi-divine vigilante fighting for justice

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

YOU MONSTER BACON IS SCIENTIFICALLY PROVEN TO TRIGGER DOPAMINE RELEASE EVEN IN MOST VEGETARIANS

I lead my army of Goombas and Chinese dumplings against SSSG. When he spots the goombas he suddenly turns into Mario and is distracted jumping on GOomba heads with a "Ya-hoo!" I grab the sandwich and summon Kelsier to help me escape. He subsequently steals the sandwich from me. SHoot.

Welcome to the force Also, nice signature Is there a tune? i've been singing those lyrics under my breath to the tune of "Oh my darling clementine". Drives my family crazy.

ok, i gotta hit the hay now going to read you're book first chance i get read first chapter already, im intrigued.

as long as you aren't a hot dog stand guy, we accept you

So... yes, I guess I'm an Edible Wzbirb then. A chicken nugget or something. (OR AN AFRICAN GREY PARROT SAUTEED HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA)

Welcome to the force.

I'll get to work reading it ASAP

THrough extensive research, I have discovered that the owners the mobile shop known as the "Hot Dog Stand" are not what they seem... I cannot be sure, but they appear to be a mysterious race, perhaps separate from humans. My agents cannot find a single trace of their documented existence; on most databases, its as if they don't exist. These people, who govern the "Hot Dog Stand" appear to have mastered the art of creating what they claim is a "Hot Dog". Upon closer analysis, it consists of some sort of unknown meat wrapped in a kind of carb consisting 70% of sawdust. They seem to know everyone, and be present wherever you go... I believe all owners of Hot Dog Stands are a part of a covert organisation. Their purpose; I cannot be sure. Our agents have discovered a few cryptic scrolls and texts, dating back since the mesopatamian empire, depicting these "Hot Dog Stand People" nearly EXACTLY as we see them know. These scrolls hint that they are something greater than the human mind can comprehend, that their power rivals even those of Shards. I have begun this organisation to bring together and recruit agents from across the globe to eradicate this potential threat. To attain membership, simply state the following: "I, (state your display name), hereby declare allegiance to the OEHDS and its purpose for eradicating Hot Dog Stands." (NOTE: THIS OATH MUST BE WRITTEN CLEARLY AND CONCICELY. I ALSO MAY MISS A FEW PEOPLE, SO IF I DO MISS YOUR NAME JUST SEND ME A MESSAGE.) You will be given the title Agent (insert Display name) and have your name added to the list of Agents below. Godspeed. CEO AND CREATOR: Agent @Denisimo (I call the shots) AGENTS LIST: Agent @SpartanBrigade Agent @CoderDrag0n8 Agent @SpiritOfWrath Agent @ChipsAHoid Agent @Through The Living Glass Agent @sneak spooky spook guy OFFICIAL OEHDS SUPPLIER: Agent @Cash67 NOTE: PROMOTIONS AND EXTRA ROLES AVAILABLE, IF NECESSARY OTHER NOTE: ALL THOSE WISHING TO JOIN RP MUST SWEAR THE OATH. OTHER OTHER NOTE: NO YOU CANNOT PLAY A NON-AGENT. @Denisimo (mE) IS ESSENTIALY DM, SO YOU GOTTA AC AROUND THE SCENARIOS. OTHER OTHER OTHER NOTE: LOGIC DOESN'T OPERATE HERE

... Can I have an edible Wizbirb? Is that a thing?

Absolutely! I read pretty much anything I can get my hands on. APART FROM MOBY DICK BY HERMAN MELVILLE. THAT MADE ME FEEL DIZZY AFTER AN HOUR.

*Watching from the sidelines as I watch the chaos I inadvertently caused by missing number 2222 unfold* Heh, I am a baaaaad person >:)

*Sad violin music plays in background* *Random choir behind you starts vocalising* *Then I barge in with a heavy metal guitar which I don't know how to play and a burrito*

Huzzah, played it at a friends three weeks ago. TPBM has a moustache

So... just a friend. got it, thanks.

His hats will echo on through the ages...