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10832265 No.10832265[DELETED]  [Reply] [Original]

What do you think about this?

>> No.10832270

>>10832265
read the CTMU

>> No.10832291
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Anonymous,
I know who you are. You're almost invariably male, Caucasian, middle-class. Your parents were normal, vanilla folks. Maybe you had a sibling or two.
You went to a public school, pulling high or middlish grades with ease and relative disinterest. You didn't really gel with most of the other kids; you found them boring, they found you weird. Your contempt for the average person grew with your age, never seizing control like in some emo dipshit, but simmering casually in the back of your head. When some asshole who could barely read got hurt, you probably laughed. When some stuck-up skank got herpes, you probably smiled. Chances are you got on well enough with your teachers; you weren't a preening asshole like many of your peers, at least showed vague interest in learning, and perhaps the teacher sensed and picked up on your general contempt for others in your classes. This trend no doubt continued into college, if you had the motivation to bother.
It's a bit of an exaggeration to say you hate women: you don't, after all, enjoy the socializing game. You're probably no Don Juan, either. You long ago began to think of women as disappointingly petty, but you still hope to encounter someone interesting at some time or another.
You enjoy being anonymous because it is a release from the normal world: no anonymous has an identity, no anonymous is a preening faggot.
Anonymous realizes he is just a guy fucking around on the internet. Anonymous knows others of his kind enjoy this fact, too. You despise the furfag, the gaiafag, the internet tuff guy for one simple reason: he acts like the internet is the real world, a place where actions should have social consequences and where there needs to be a pecking order. Needless to say, you do not approve.

>> No.10832298

>>10832291
Note to self: Take schizophrenia medication.

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>>10832298
Antiderivativesm, is not fault mechanics. But abuse of psychological relations, in order to attributes a a non real relation as reason to falsehood.
It'z'o Fact'o. Schizo.

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>>10832310
Want to get married?

>> No.10832325
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>>10832317
I want to fucking die.

>> No.10832333
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>>10832325
Oh man.. me too. We're a match made in heaven. Maybe we could save eachother.

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>>10832333
We have and always did. For in desu's garden we learnt how to talk and understand each other and in ways not tangible.
The insanity of the reality we find ourselves in falls away. Because we know ant leas somone else understands. And that it's not a problem that is only yours. As it's known so well without before your arrive. That it's known without being said.

And brings us all unity.

>> No.10832361 [DELETED] 

>>10832343
Thank you, that was strangely comforting.
Maybe you'll one day find yourself in the reality we find ourselves in, in the same city and be together for ever.
But if it is destined for when we are returned to the universal brain so be it.

>> No.10832365

>>10832343
Thank you, that was strangely comforting.
Maybe you'll one day find yourself in the reality we find ourselves in, in the same city and be together for ever.
But if it is destined for when we are returned to the universal brain so be it.

>> No.10832370

>>10832361
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls herself "The Holder of the Beginning". A small smile will work its way over the persons mouth, almost seeming to say, "You fool.”

You will be taken down a hallway, seemingly leading out into a place it shouldn't. This place will seem to exist nowhere in the institution, but it will. The hall will be silent, even if you try to make noise. Screams will die before leaving your mouth, footsteps will be muffled. Your guide will simply point to the door.

If you enter, you will find a cozy room, full of a pleasant, though unidentifiable, perfume. There will be a pretty lady sitting, holding nothing. No sounds will be made in this room, no matter how hard you try, except for one question. "Why were they separated?" The lady will then explain, in detail, the reason. It will be every horrific event in history, every beating, every war, and every rape. Everything. Then, all will fall silent. It is up to you to do what you will with this information. That lady is Object 2 of 538. It is up to you if they should be joined or not.

>> No.10832373

>>10832370
..I don't know whether I can commit to that. Literally my biggest fear is being locked up in one of those places and them realizing I'm crazy.

>> No.10832383
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>>10832373
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.

Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, and sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped.

If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. "What happens when they all come together?"

The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, and a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing, and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror.

Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands.

That object is 1 of 538. They must never come together. Never.

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>>10832383
This is why we must

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In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Eternity". A sigh might escape the worker as they look upon you with the utmost pity. They will take you down a flight of stairs into what should be the basement of the building, and yet isn't.

As you press deeper and deeper into this under layer of the institution a chorus of screams will begin to be audible. Softly at first, as if from a great distance, but the closer you get to the end of the hallway, the louder it becomes until it drones so loud that it seems to consume all other noises, until you begin to claw at your own ears in pain. The worker will show you a door, covering both their ears. As swift as they can, they will unlock the door and run, leaving only you in this cramped, dark hallway.

This is your last chance to run. If you decide to continue, and open the door then the piercing wail will end abruptly, leaving your ears ringing. The room is coated in an almost tangible, all-consuming darkness but for the far end of the room. There, manacled to the wall is an emaciated figure, covered in raw lashes. He stares directly at you, with a grin plastered to his face despite festering wounds and a scalpel still half-protruding from his chest. Now is your only chance to save yourself, and the only way is to ask "Who created them?”

He will cackle, in a manner befitting the death throes of an animal before responding. His tale will be the most horrific tale you have ever heard, beyond such primitive concepts such as pain and death, into the very essence of wrong. Of evil.

It is up to you to end this man's life, to release his terrible burden. Remove the scalpel, and he will shudder once in agony before falling silent forever.

That scalpel is Object 3 of 538. It is up to you if the rest should be protected or destroyed.

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>>10832394
Alas, I must go to sleep. It's getting late my darling. Off to join the ether.

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>>10832397
What the real bullshit here is, I seem to have pasta for everything.
I don't remember planning this.
Night.

>> No.10832492

>>10832291
You do horoscopes now too?

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>>10832492
It's not a matter of predicting outcome. But decrypting what;s already said.
So that everyone knows what has been telegraphed.
Who was phone?

https://pastebin.com/Nfz9eZ96

https://pastebin.com/2PFjFv22

>> No.10833001

>>10832562
Just here to remind you to take your schizophrenia medication

>> No.10833037

this place is slowly becoming suiseiseki's personal schizo blog, isn't it?
rip /sci/

>> No.10833416

>>10833037
weird. mod's seem to have deleted two posts, one where suiseiseki responded to the message about medication, then a response asking suiseiseki to marry me. both with pictures of suiseiseki, i definitely didn't delete mine, and i don't think they would have deleted theres…