When I was growing up I ignored it but you're always putting people and things around me which conform to how I develop. That's one of the things which gave it away. The earliest I can remember is middle school when you showed me some edgy websites, then chess, then mafia and a bunch of other stuff. They all came up at the exact time when I was looking for something new which fit that description. You can try to tell me that it's because I was looking for things like those or that they're coincidences I'm making a big deal about of but that isn't true. Everything gets put in my lap. I don't know why I'm telling you this. I think I'm just getting bored. Use it in your next runs.
Sorry i've been slacking lately, @everyone (hate tagging everyone, but I want you to know why this discord has been "dead" recently. One of my family members passed away and I just haven't had the time. Ranks will be sorted tomorrow and I will start advertising/upgrading this discord with more and more features!
I haven't dropped the ball here, I have big plans for this Discord, and know how many Taco Bell fans around the world would love to communicate easily -- this will be the place!
Thanks for sticking here and I hope you have a great night/day.
The ever-restless Sinbad sets sail once more, with the usual result. Cast up on a desolate shore, he constructs a raft and floats down a nearby river to a great city. Here the chief of the merchants weds Sinbad to his daughter, names him his heir, and conveniently dies. The inhabitants of this city are transformed once a month into birds, and Sinbad has one of the bird-people carry him to the uppermost reaches of the sky, where he hears the angels glorifying God, "whereat I wondered and exclaimed, 'Praised be God! Extolled be the perfection of God!'" But no sooner are the words out than there comes fire from heaven which all but consumes the bird-men. The bird-people are angry with Sinbad and set him down on a mountain-top, where he meets two youths who are the servants of God and who give him a golden staff; returning to the city, Sinbad learns from his wife that the bird-men are devils, although she and her father are not of their number.
There are more problems threatening near exctinction than we could ever hope to solve and I really don't want to start pointing fingers but our commander in Cheeto (as I call him) is NOT helping
I sort of stare down at my belly a few times a day and just visualize slicing it open and pulling out my entrails but you know I watched the latest Avengers movie and holy fck I just no longer want to eat some poor girl's face. I'm hoping the pacing will go away because at the moment I walk around in circles in my front yard for about two hours everyday and I think it's disturbing the neighbors.
If ancestor simulations are run they'll focus on the end of technological eras. We're at the end of the first great technological era. Nearly everything will be wiped out soon survivors continue with ecological awareness extraterrestrial colonization will likely be achieved bingo bango future scientists recreate us and everything we know
