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!hGwu9EraNI 09/04/11(Sun)23:45 No.29379840>>29379346
It is.
Sorry, sorry, just... something /co/ did pissed me off. Like, more so than usual. I was thinking about alternate universes because of that one rule 63 fanfic, and I was thinking about that state a being needs to be in to travel that distance. Long storm made shirt, I came up with the prospect of myself arriving, be way of magic, wololo, how does it work, in a 2D dimensional state of being, and being in a world basically identical as MLP. In short, I awake naked like the terminator, go crazy temporarily be trying to figure out if reality is real or not, basically just like the idea of a brain in a jar or The Matrix ideas are right now, if reality is real or not, trying to prove the state in which I found myself in is real or not, then going on a long, irate rant how it was all justr one giant cosmic joke that.
Oh, look at me, naked with pony, how fucked up this must be, just ignore the much larger picture of traveling dimensions and the prospect that my intellect and being remained intact when conforming to a 2D body and the implications of it being so perfectly automatic for me to assume a body with no outside intelligence guiding the process, and focus on the biological reproductive organs being visible to these sentient beings because, OHHH, he's a human, he can't control his sexual drives, it's an inevitable thing for them to do, fucking anything that moves, look how disgusting he is just standing there trying to figure out the state in which he is now in. His comrades must be so fucking livid at him, since it's just the thing they expect from him, all of them for him to do.
"It's expected", they would say, "lolololo Pony fucker! Look at that retard!" and I would think about how unfair it was for the forces that brought me here, an opportunity wasted for a sentient being to begin to comprehend a state of being by seeming pitiful, but automatically true comments based on the infallible words that is Anonymous. |
