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Dryunya wrote:First, to avoid the asterisk-spamming, I'll use the dashes to denote the speech, as it should be.

*Respawns as an entity that is so far unconceivable by all of you... more on that later.*

- This apple now belongs to me. I care not who has it now, because my target will not be the holder, BUT THE APPLE ITSELF.

Screeching is heard as the time literally stops. Stars gain senses and mouths for the sole purpose of being able to scream in indescribable pain. The essense of space melts before your eyes in the few moments you still have any, condencing in a jumbled mess of all the matter, space and time. As a cruel cosmic joke, your senses are still intact, locked in an eternity of agony, becoming more powerful with every aeon as the condenced mess compresses into a sphere, then into a ball, and then into a point, which is the apple.

I come to the light - figuratively, as the light is no more - and kick the apple with a strength that can no longer be defined in the resulting space, jump-starting a chain reaction in the mind of a butterfly we're all the dream of. Ascending the POV to a higher plane of existence, I reveal myself as a cancerous neuron in the ganglia of that butterfly. The agonizing neurons trigger a quantum fluctuation that spontaneously recreates me as a travelling salesman holding The Apple in a world above.

The butterfly shrivels up and dies from the damage, and you all are no more.

AMimsyBorogove wrote:Ah, but I can absorb you absorbing my power.

*Does so.*

Hah.

Victin wrote:

Sicon112 wrote:STILL have the apple by the way.

*shrugs*

I don't liek apples so... *gets ready to defend the apple for Sicon*

Dryunya wrote:First, to avoid the asterisk-spamming, I'll use the dashes to denote the speech, as it should be.

*Respawns as an entity that is so far unconceivable by all of you... more on that later.*

- This apple now belongs to me. I care not who has it now, because my target will not be the holder, BUT THE APPLE ITSELF.

Screeching is heard as the time literally stops. Stars gain senses and mouths for the sole purpose of being able to scream in indescribable pain. The essense of space melts before your eyes in the few moments you still have any, condencing in a jumbled mess of all the matter, space and time. As a cruel cosmic joke, your senses are still intact, locked in an eternity of agony, becoming more powerful with every aeon as the condenced mess compresses into a sphere, then into a ball, and then into a point, which is the apple.

I come to the light - figuratively, as the light is no more - and kick the apple with a strength that can no longer be defined in the resulting space, jump-starting a chain reaction in the mind of a butterfly we're all the dream of. Ascending the POV to a higher plane of existence, I reveal myself as a cancerous neuron in the ganglia of that butterfly. The neurons trigger a quantum fluctuation that spontaneously recreates me as a travelling salesman holding The Apple in a world above.

The butterfly shrivels up and dies from the damage, and you all are no more.

Dryunya wrote:First, to avoid the asterisk-spamming, I'll use the dashes to denote the speech, as it should be.

*Respawns as an entity that is so far unconceivable by all of you... more on that later.*

- This apple now belongs to me. I care not who has it now, because my target will not be the holder, BUT THE APPLE ITSELF.

Screeching is heard as the time literally stops. Stars gain senses and mouths for the sole purpose of being able to scream in indescribable pain. The essense of space melts before your eyes in the few moments you still have any, condencing in a jumbled mess of all the matter, space and time. As a cruel cosmic joke, your senses are still intact, locked in an eternity of agony, becoming more powerful with every aeon as the condenced mess compresses into a sphere, then into a ball, and then into a point, which is the apple.

I come to the light - figuratively, as the light is no more - and kick the apple with a strength that can no longer be defined in the resulting space, jump-starting a chain reaction in the mind of a butterfly we're all the dream of. Ascending the POV to a higher plane of existence, I reveal myself as a cancerous neuron in the ganglia of that butterfly. The agonizing neurons trigger a quantum fluctuation that spontaneously recreates me as a travelling salesman holding The Apple in a world above.

The butterfly shrivels up and dies from the damage, and you all are no more.

Sicon112 wrote:

Victin wrote:

Sicon112 wrote:STILL have the apple by the way.

*shrugs*

I don't liek apples so... *gets ready to defend the apple for Sicon*

You do that.... *

Dryunya wrote:First, to avoid the asterisk-spamming, I'll use the dashes to denote the speech, as it should be.

*Respawns as an entity that is so far unconceivable by all of you... more on that later.*

- This apple now belongs to me. I care not who has it now, because my target will not be the holder, BUT THE APPLE ITSELF.

Screeching is heard as the time literally stops. Stars gain senses and mouths for the sole purpose of being able to scream in indescribable pain. The essense of space melts before your eyes in the few moments you still have any, condencing in a jumbled mess of all the matter, space and time. As a cruel cosmic joke, your senses are still intact, locked in an eternity of agony, becoming more powerful with every aeon as the condenced mess compresses into a sphere, then into a ball, and then into a point, which is the apple.

I come to the light - figuratively, as the light is no more - and kick the apple with a strength that can no longer be defined in the resulting space, jump-starting a chain reaction in the mind of a butterfly we're all the dream of. Ascending the POV to a higher plane of existence, I reveal myself as a cancerous neuron in the ganglia of that butterfly. The neurons trigger a quantum fluctuation that spontaneously recreates me as a travelling salesman holding The Apple in a world above.

The butterfly shrivels up and dies from the damage, and you all are no more.

Unfortunately, Dryu, I AM a cosmic joke. ON YOU!

*Time reverses itself as everything that just happens occurs strangely inside out, and demented rabid dogs bound across the space of galaxies, playing catch with Dryu's internal organs, which subsequently morph into actual pipe organs and crush everything beneath them as an f double sharp rings across space-time*

Endless Sea wrote:...How the fuck does that even work.

AMimsyBorogove wrote:*My body then collapses as time reverses itself, and Sicon causes the universe to take several levels on the Cuil scale. I blink out of the corporeal realm, and go to the waffle house, where I am greeted by my long lost cousin, George. We transform into an Albatross, and begin playing hockey on a lilypad south of Alpha Centauri.*

AMimsyBorogove wrote:Oh, well thanks for warning me exactly what you were planning and giving me time to respond, Dryu.

*Shatters space with the powers of the evil phoenix, whisking himself away into the void between worlds in the instant before the universe is consumed. I, having assimilated Dryu once, use this connection to tether myself to his existence, dragging myself over in my full-powered form and appearing alongside him in the new universe. I then promptly punch him in the face.*

DAMNIT! I WANTED TO BE THE FIRST ONE TO DESTROY THE UNIVERSE!

*My body then collapses as time reverses itself, and Sicon causes the universe to take several levels on the Cuil scale. I blink out of the corporeal realm, and go to the waffle house, where I am greeted by my long lost cousin, George. We transform into an Albatross, and begin playing hockey on a lilypad south of Alpha Centauri.*

AMimsyBorogove wrote:You do realize that since I have the "Power of the Evil Phoenix," I can effectively make shit up as I go along and do whatever I want, right?

*I use my new Albatross body to slap Guyshane in the face with a pancake, reversing the composition of his body on the atomic scale and causing him to implode.*

AMimsyBorogove wrote:I know. I wasn't trying to kill you. I just wanted to demonstrate.

So, where's the apple, now, anyway?

AMimsyBorogove wrote:I know. I wasn't trying to kill you. I just wanted to demonstrate.

So, where's the apple, now, anyway?

Genndy Oda C.O.G. wrote:I have it. Here. *gives Mimsy the apple, and gives Sicon a Honeycrisp Apple* Ta!

AMimsyBorogove wrote:I know. I wasn't trying to kill you. I just wanted to demonstrate.

Victin wrote:Time starts to break and remold itself on the strings of space, while an hamburger sings the hegemony of the spheres, in joy because of the forbidden oblivion. Your minds are teared apart, and your souls were melt. Your bodies stood still watching as the Truth, yes, the One Truth warped Manipulation, Warping, Rules, Limits, Boundaries, Infinite, Nothing, Beyond and Possibility to create the limitless true retcon. Yes, I'm glad that the Apple Itself solved the problem, by calling the pirates of the Flying Spaghetti Monsters, that in their hamburger spaceship managed to destroy the embodiment of the conceptless. As everything became what it once was, one could watch the End and Beggining dacing together in a ballroom in the Middle of the Multiverse, as a meatball plays a song, of death and sadness, shredding madness along those who do not want to believe what they just saw.

After all, the Apple knows everything, and can do everything. Not even nothing is beyond Its power. The true omnipotency and omniscience. No one can grasp the true power of the Apple.

tl;dr: The Apple cosmic retconned what just happened from Dryu's post on.

Victin wrote:Time starts to break and remold itself on the strings of space, while an hamburger sings the hegemony of the spheres, in joy because of the forbidden oblivion. Your minds are teared apart, and your souls were melt. Your bodies stood still watching as the Truth, yes, the One Truth warped Manipulation, Warping, Rules, Limits, Boundaries, Infinite, Nothing, Beyond and Possibility to create the limitless true retcon. Yes, I'm glad that the Apple Itself solved the problem, by calling the pirates of the Flying Spaghetti Monsters, that in their hamburger spaceship managed to destroy the embodiment of the conceptless. As everything became what it once was, one could watch the End and Beggining dacing together in a ballroom in the Middle of the Multiverse, as a meatball plays a song, of death and sadness, shredding madness along those who do not want to believe what they just saw.

After all, the Apple knows everything, and can do everything. Not even nothing is beyond Its power. The true omnipotency and omniscience. No one can grasp the true power of the Apple.

tl;dr: The Apple cosmic retconned what just happened from Dryu's post on.

Dryunya wrote:Still enjoying the apple in my timeline.