CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
SPECIAL NOTE: thing through time is still on hiatus
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just a special note for all you fans of thing through time oh boy that was going to be big wanst it lol i pallnned the whole thing out in my head but when it comes to trasnlated head plans to wors that's when the trouble begins anyway so I should start with the stream of coscniousnesefdgkj hahaha thing even though we've already established that it isn't a true string of consciousness for a start it takes me ages to type consciousness and I lose the string and also I just looked at chat for a minute there RSA loves sexy nova scotia trailer park boys so that's nice so yeah also it's impossible to actually type out your thoughts if you're not having ahny thoughts if the only thing in your head is melted cheesed and your swimming through it an dyou just want to be asleep all the time because it's better than being awake and thinking and feeling constant anxiety and these thoughts of constant sleep have spread to your body now and it is conditioned to feel tired all the time because it knows you want to be alseep that you NEED to be asleep so that's nice of your body really unfortunately you actually do want to be awake sometimes but you can't be you can't feel anything becasue as a defence mechanism you're in a constant half asleep half awke state unable to feel unable to thinkg and sometimes the frustration comes through bubble to the surface and you nearly explode but your body has really perfected the state you need to not feel that explosion so it passes and then the nothingness is back and you fall asleep of course then the problem is that your body isn't menat to be asleep that much and you wake up and you have chest pains and are you going to have a heart attack maybe not yet but it will happen someday and also you cna't walk very far and yes you can't wank either it's an important part of life for someone wh's never going ot have sex okay you know it is and also you don't really feel motivated to eat and that's probably not good either but hey at least you'r enot feeling constant anxiety right do nomral people feel constant anxiety i guess not they'd never do anythinag and they acutlaly do ENJOY doing things and feel a rewarding feeling of satisfaction afterwards rather than just feeling thankful that they got through it and craving bed again becasue that's tbhe only way to make it all go away so yeah string of conscisisndsfdf (fucking word) is a flawed concept for many reasons especailly when it comes to me so let's just end it here and get to what you're all here CHARLES/FRANK HORSE yeah maybe but before that a special words from our sponsor and that sponsr is JETHRO no it's CASTKE not it's BOBBYT no it's DECKER no it's someone else who used to post here but doesn't now it's CUMFACE83!
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thanks Wacky! This is CUMFACE83 with an important message: remember to chop your own feet off if they get infected! Now back to THATOFTHEDAY!
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hahaha he got the name wrong
_________________________________________
SLIpg
h
as
h
sajsdhslip
slip
slip
SLIP
always slip
sdfa
never end
just whehn you think you can slip no more you find another way to slip
fsga
SLIgpf
SLIP
f
sg
sa
gasg
SSLD
g
g
g
g
g
DURGGLE BATS
gagjag
REMEMBE THE DURGGLE BATS
ggggggggggggggggg
why do people change
____________________
ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
________________________
AND NOW
FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE
CHARLES/FRANK HORSE
THE THIRD
___________________________
I think Charles Horse makes him sound more pathetic so let's go with that
_____________________________
CHARLES HORSE WAS SITTING ON HIS SOFA WATCHING BRIAN COX TALK ABOUT STRING THEORY. HE'D LOST INTEREST. HE NEARLY TURNED THE TV OFF BUT REALISED THAT WOULD BE POINTLESS. IT WAS BETTER TO HAVE SOME NOISE IN THE ROOM ANYWAY. HE TURNED TO HIS CAT.
"DO YOU EVER FEEL UNDER CONSTANT ATTACK JUST FOR EXISTING?" CHARLES HORSE ASKED HIS CAT.
OF COURSE HE WASN'T REALLY ASKING HIS CAT BECAUSE IT HAD BEEN DEAD FOR A YEAR.
HE WAS ASKING A PHOTO OF HIS CAT.
AND COME TO THINK OF IT THE CAT HAD BEEN DEAD FOR LONGER THAN A YEAR.
HE'S JUST ALWAYS THOUGHT "MY CAT'S BEEN DEAD FOR A YEAR!" IN THE WEEKS COMING UP TO THE ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF HIS CAT'S DEATH AND HAD KEPT THAT THOUGHT GOING.
AND IT WAS ALWAYS THE FIRST THING THAT CAME TO MIND WHEN HE REMEMBERED HIS CAT.
BUT IT HAD BEEN AT LEAST THREE YEARS.
WELL, NO, THAT WAS ANOTHER LIE.
AT THREE YEARS HE'D HAD TO KEEP TELLING HIMSELF "IT'S BEEN THREE YEARS SINCE YOUR CAT DIED" BECAUE HE COULDN'T BELIEVE IT HAD BEEN THAT LONG.
AND EVENTUALLY HE'D CONVINCED HIMSELF.
BUT IT WAS SEVEN YEARS NOW.
HE STOOD UP HE COULDN'T FUCKING TAKE THIS SITTING ANY LONGER.
HE GOT RIGHT UP AND WALKED RIGHT OUT HIS FRONT DOOR.
INTO THE NIGHT.
IT WAS COLD IT WAS DARK.
HE NOTICED AT FIRST THEN HE DIDN'T CARE.
HE STOOD AT THE TOP OF HIS DRIVEWAY.
LAUGHING.
"COME ON, COME ON, TELL ME!" HE SAID. "TELL ME."
TELL HIM WHAT HE KNEW NOT.
"TELL ME IT," HE SAID.
HE WASN'T CRYING
NO ONE SEEMED TO NOTICE HE WAS THERE.
SO HE KEPT STANDING AND STANDING AND STANDING.
HE SAW SOMEONE LOOKING OUT THEIR WINDOW OVER THE STREET.
FINALLY.
THEY'D COME OUT AND THEN...?
BUT THEY DIDN'T COME OUT.
HE WAITED AND WAITED.
"TELL ME," HE LAUGHED.
THEN HE SAW A CAR COMING.
HE SHOULD STEP OUT IN FRONT OF IT, HE THOUGHT.
END IT ALL!
BUT HE DIND'T.
IT DROVE BY.
NOBODY FUCKING NOTICED.
THAT WAS HOW IT WAS.
HE SMILED.
HE KNEW NOW.
OF COURSE HE'D ALWAYS KNOWN.
HE WALKED STRAIGHT BACK INSIDE.
HE SMASHED UP THE PHOTO OF HIS CAT.
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Menty the reason people are annoyed at you not posting has NOTHING to do with you being a "bad owner" or anything to do with the state of TK; nobody thinks you're a "bad owner"; the reason it's frustrating that you don't post is becaue we all enjoy your company and wish you would post more, that's all.
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ha that Charles Horse!
he's a character
only JOHNNY NOSE could lighten the mood after that
but surely I coudln't have a Johnny Nose storry here, right now, in thing plus four hundred!?
surely....
AH HERE HE COMES
__________________________________________
Johnny Nose was in the mood for punching necks.
"I'M IN THE MOOD FOR PUNCHING NECKS!" he shouted at some school children.
He ran away quickly.
He was so fast.
They were chasing him.
That didn't usually happen.
Usually they were too confused.
But he knew where to go...
Oh.
That fence never used to be there.
Shit.
"What were you shouting at us you git?" asked one. Git? Kids say git?
"Git? Kids say git?" asked Johnny.
"I said tit you fucking spambo," he said.
"I'm fairly sure you just made up spambo," said Johnny.
"You're a fucking fucktard retard," said another.
"Yes, quite," said Johnny. "Umm...something about me fucking your mother?"
"What! Don't talk about my mother!" he said.
"THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID WHEN I WAS FUCKING HER!" said Johnny.
They grabbed him.
But...
They were just about fifteen.
And only two were grabbing him, the other was holding back.
Johnny saw a chance.
He punched one in the neck.
"NECK PUNCH!" he said, hopping away quickly.
Then a rock hit the side of his head.
The other wasn't holding back at all.
Johnny ran.
He didn't look to see if they were chasing.
His head hurt.
He finally crouched down behind a skip.
Actual blood.
He laughed.
"This calls for a skip dive!" he said, got up and without thinking dived into the skip.
It smelled inside.
"I LIVE HERE NOW!" said Johnny, sticking his head out the top.
He closed the lid.
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hahah that crazy johnny nose he knows how to tickle our funny bones.
WACNKG
dg
dh
d
hd
ah
da
h
h
wnaking issag
sgh
ag
a
h
ag
who here WANKS
dfasjigdag
asg
agi'm
t
tit
there is nothing
there is nothing
ther eis nothing
ther eis notnign
ther eisn tongi
ther eisnt ntohgitn
there is nothing
ther eis nothing
there is nothing
ther eis nothing
there is nothing
there is nothing
there is nothing
there is nothing
ther eis nthing
there is ntohig
ther eis ntinog
thte
t
ther eis nothing
ther eis nothing
there is nothing
there is nothing
there is nothing
there is nothing
there is nthing
there ins thign
ther eins tnigo
hntiere
s
thint eisn
nit enst htien itntgiho
there sitndg
theinstg ntihetgld
sthinsi
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhsllip
_____________________
i nve rknow wat to say not even to you
_____________________________
maybe i should stop posintg in the MF for a while as I have last reply in like forty of the fifty pages in the front page of the Mine Field so OBVIOULSY people are looking at it and THINKING "OH LOOK NOTHIGN BUT WACKY REPLIES I'M NOT EVEN GOING TO READ THAT SHIT" so i should leave for a while to hlep and it would probably help me maybe becasue i shouldn't be worrying about this should I
___________________________________
THE FUTURE
Scientits have discovered an ancient artificial intelligence from the 21st century. Or so they suspect.
"How do you know this thing is alive?"
"It's a robot, of some kind. Programmed on a message board by a human mind. Two states. Like binary. On or off."
"You know this?"
"It's just two words repeating, what else could it be?"
"Let me see the words."
"WEll, here's a printout...."
He looked at the printout it read.
"Keira Natalie Keira Keira Natalie Natalie Keira Keira
Natalie Natalie Keira Keira Keira Keira Keira Natalie
Keira Keira Keira Keira Keira Keira Keria Natalie
Natalie Keira Natalie Keira Natalie Keira Natalie Keira
Keira Natalie Keira Natalie Keira Natalie Natalie Keira
Keira Keira Natalie Natalie Keira Keira Keira Keira
Natalie Natalie Keira Natalie Natalie Natalie Keira Natalie
Natalie Natalie Natalie Natalie Keira Keira Keira Keira"
He stopped reading.
"This is gibberish."
"It's..."
"It's just two names repeating. Like...like that was all that was in his brain. Like he was conflicted between the two..."
"Surely not. It must be an attempt to create an articial life, surely...?"
"You want to keep going through it?"
"It's a bit tedious, but there's a patter there somewhere..."
"You could just burn it, pretend we never saw it."
"But then this man's legacy would be gone..."
"Can you really call him a man?"
"GOOD POINT!"
They burned it all.
____________________________________________
yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
NUMBERS!
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action man bowtie lol
ffffffffffffffffffffkfuck just ggoint tod
it's funny how i forgot to say "just going to die" so far
i guess it's like when your'e distracted you don't think about death
even thought it maeks literally no difference and you'll still DIE either way lol
DIE DIE DIE DIE DEAD DEATH CEASE RESTIJ I
why do people say "rest in peace"?
what's the alternative?
___(g
why
fsjg
cry
CRY WHY!
_))BURr
___________________________________
gj
soo
will there be a thing+500
probably
will ther eb a thing+600?
that's harder to see isn't it
the end is coming
to us all
you shits
_____________________
gggggg
stop hoding g
it's boinr
g
g
g
d
g
gf
sg
________________________________________
it is the year 2017
CaptainWacky is sitting in front of his computer.
He is refreshing the Mine Field.
"Come on, post!" he says.
He saw it earlier.
Two members browsing.
One was him.
The other therefore was someone else!
They would post.
Okay they weren't browsing right now.
But they would post.
They'd come back.
It was only a matter of time.
He consulted his graph.
Who could it be?
Tisphone? Last posted 2015. And that was just to say "wow this board's still here? I'll be around more now!" She wasn't.
Tomtrek? Not since 2016. He didn't even do Trachtenday anymore.
Menty...no.
FuddlemifF? 2015. Something about owls. Then he was gone.
Cassie? Dear, sweet Cassie? Not for four months. Four lonely months...
Dr_Dave's marriage to Loktar had seen them both off in 2016.
How could they all be disappearing.
He'd seen that memeber browsing.
Why would they browse and not post?
Something was going on...
"If there's nothing wrong with me, maybe there's something wrong with the Mine Field!" said CaptainWacky.
Someone else had to look at it.
Confirm that the people were disappearing.
His neighbours daughter was in their garden.
He ran out to her.
"Excuse me, could you look at something on my computer?" he said.
"What?" she asked.
"It's nice...it has ponies," he said. Girls liked ponies, right?
"Penis?" she said. How did she know that word? Wasn't she like eight. "DAD!" she shouted.
"I DIDN'T SAY PENIS," Wacky shouted.
"What's going on?" asked her dad.
"He wants to show me something on his computer..."
"I need her to check the Mine Field!" said Wacky, madly. "I need to know it's not just me, I need to know they've disappeared! Someone's been abducting them, stopping them from posting! I NEED TO KNOW THIS. IT CAN'T JUST BE MY EYES."
"There's something wrong with you," said her dad.
"No...it can't be me," said Wacky. He took his daughter inside. Didn't say anytying more. Was he going to call the police? Who knew.
"IT CAN'T BE ME," said Wack falling to the ground.
It was wet and his knees got wet.
The police did come an hour later for a chat.
Wacky asked them to check the Mine Field.
____________________________________________________
the moral of the story is post in the Mine Field?
No
it's that I'm insane nad it will never get better
nothing ever gets better
you just find more convincing distractions
______________
so theat't ehs end of this whtnene
wans't really worht typing
______________________________________________
just a special note for all you fans of thing through time oh boy that was going to be big wanst it lol i pallnned the whole thing out in my head but when it comes to trasnlated head plans to wors that's when the trouble begins anyway so I should start with the stream of coscniousnesefdgkj hahaha thing even though we've already established that it isn't a true string of consciousness for a start it takes me ages to type consciousness and I lose the string and also I just looked at chat for a minute there RSA loves sexy nova scotia trailer park boys so that's nice so yeah also it's impossible to actually type out your thoughts if you're not having ahny thoughts if the only thing in your head is melted cheesed and your swimming through it an dyou just want to be asleep all the time because it's better than being awake and thinking and feeling constant anxiety and these thoughts of constant sleep have spread to your body now and it is conditioned to feel tired all the time because it knows you want to be alseep that you NEED to be asleep so that's nice of your body really unfortunately you actually do want to be awake sometimes but you can't be you can't feel anything becasue as a defence mechanism you're in a constant half asleep half awke state unable to feel unable to thinkg and sometimes the frustration comes through bubble to the surface and you nearly explode but your body has really perfected the state you need to not feel that explosion so it passes and then the nothingness is back and you fall asleep of course then the problem is that your body isn't menat to be asleep that much and you wake up and you have chest pains and are you going to have a heart attack maybe not yet but it will happen someday and also you cna't walk very far and yes you can't wank either it's an important part of life for someone wh's never going ot have sex okay you know it is and also you don't really feel motivated to eat and that's probably not good either but hey at least you'r enot feeling constant anxiety right do nomral people feel constant anxiety i guess not they'd never do anythinag and they acutlaly do ENJOY doing things and feel a rewarding feeling of satisfaction afterwards rather than just feeling thankful that they got through it and craving bed again becasue that's tbhe only way to make it all go away so yeah string of conscisisndsfdf (fucking word) is a flawed concept for many reasons especailly when it comes to me so let's just end it here and get to what you're all here CHARLES/FRANK HORSE yeah maybe but before that a special words from our sponsor and that sponsr is JETHRO no it's CASTKE not it's BOBBYT no it's DECKER no it's someone else who used to post here but doesn't now it's CUMFACE83!
_________________________________________
thanks Wacky! This is CUMFACE83 with an important message: remember to chop your own feet off if they get infected! Now back to THATOFTHEDAY!
__________________________________________
hahaha he got the name wrong
_________________________________________
SLIpg
h
as
h
sajsdhslip
slip
slip
SLIP
always slip
sdfa
never end
just whehn you think you can slip no more you find another way to slip
fsga
SLIgpf
SLIP
f
sg
sa
gasg
SSLD
g
g
g
g
g
DURGGLE BATS
gagjag
REMEMBE THE DURGGLE BATS
ggggggggggggggggg
why do people change
____________________
ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
________________________
AND NOW
FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE
CHARLES/FRANK HORSE
THE THIRD
___________________________
I think Charles Horse makes him sound more pathetic so let's go with that
_____________________________
CHARLES HORSE WAS SITTING ON HIS SOFA WATCHING BRIAN COX TALK ABOUT STRING THEORY. HE'D LOST INTEREST. HE NEARLY TURNED THE TV OFF BUT REALISED THAT WOULD BE POINTLESS. IT WAS BETTER TO HAVE SOME NOISE IN THE ROOM ANYWAY. HE TURNED TO HIS CAT.
"DO YOU EVER FEEL UNDER CONSTANT ATTACK JUST FOR EXISTING?" CHARLES HORSE ASKED HIS CAT.
OF COURSE HE WASN'T REALLY ASKING HIS CAT BECAUSE IT HAD BEEN DEAD FOR A YEAR.
HE WAS ASKING A PHOTO OF HIS CAT.
AND COME TO THINK OF IT THE CAT HAD BEEN DEAD FOR LONGER THAN A YEAR.
HE'S JUST ALWAYS THOUGHT "MY CAT'S BEEN DEAD FOR A YEAR!" IN THE WEEKS COMING UP TO THE ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF HIS CAT'S DEATH AND HAD KEPT THAT THOUGHT GOING.
AND IT WAS ALWAYS THE FIRST THING THAT CAME TO MIND WHEN HE REMEMBERED HIS CAT.
BUT IT HAD BEEN AT LEAST THREE YEARS.
WELL, NO, THAT WAS ANOTHER LIE.
AT THREE YEARS HE'D HAD TO KEEP TELLING HIMSELF "IT'S BEEN THREE YEARS SINCE YOUR CAT DIED" BECAUE HE COULDN'T BELIEVE IT HAD BEEN THAT LONG.
AND EVENTUALLY HE'D CONVINCED HIMSELF.
BUT IT WAS SEVEN YEARS NOW.
HE STOOD UP HE COULDN'T FUCKING TAKE THIS SITTING ANY LONGER.
HE GOT RIGHT UP AND WALKED RIGHT OUT HIS FRONT DOOR.
INTO THE NIGHT.
IT WAS COLD IT WAS DARK.
HE NOTICED AT FIRST THEN HE DIDN'T CARE.
HE STOOD AT THE TOP OF HIS DRIVEWAY.
LAUGHING.
"COME ON, COME ON, TELL ME!" HE SAID. "TELL ME."
TELL HIM WHAT HE KNEW NOT.
"TELL ME IT," HE SAID.
HE WASN'T CRYING
NO ONE SEEMED TO NOTICE HE WAS THERE.
SO HE KEPT STANDING AND STANDING AND STANDING.
HE SAW SOMEONE LOOKING OUT THEIR WINDOW OVER THE STREET.
FINALLY.
THEY'D COME OUT AND THEN...?
BUT THEY DIDN'T COME OUT.
HE WAITED AND WAITED.
"TELL ME," HE LAUGHED.
THEN HE SAW A CAR COMING.
HE SHOULD STEP OUT IN FRONT OF IT, HE THOUGHT.
END IT ALL!
BUT HE DIND'T.
IT DROVE BY.
NOBODY FUCKING NOTICED.
THAT WAS HOW IT WAS.
HE SMILED.
HE KNEW NOW.
OF COURSE HE'D ALWAYS KNOWN.
HE WALKED STRAIGHT BACK INSIDE.
HE SMASHED UP THE PHOTO OF HIS CAT.
______________________________________________
Menty the reason people are annoyed at you not posting has NOTHING to do with you being a "bad owner" or anything to do with the state of TK; nobody thinks you're a "bad owner"; the reason it's frustrating that you don't post is becaue we all enjoy your company and wish you would post more, that's all.
______________________________________________
ha that Charles Horse!
he's a character
only JOHNNY NOSE could lighten the mood after that
but surely I coudln't have a Johnny Nose storry here, right now, in thing plus four hundred!?
surely....
AH HERE HE COMES
__________________________________________
Johnny Nose was in the mood for punching necks.
"I'M IN THE MOOD FOR PUNCHING NECKS!" he shouted at some school children.
He ran away quickly.
He was so fast.
They were chasing him.
That didn't usually happen.
Usually they were too confused.
But he knew where to go...
Oh.
That fence never used to be there.
Shit.
"What were you shouting at us you git?" asked one. Git? Kids say git?
"Git? Kids say git?" asked Johnny.
"I said tit you fucking spambo," he said.
"I'm fairly sure you just made up spambo," said Johnny.
"You're a fucking fucktard retard," said another.
"Yes, quite," said Johnny. "Umm...something about me fucking your mother?"
"What! Don't talk about my mother!" he said.
"THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID WHEN I WAS FUCKING HER!" said Johnny.
They grabbed him.
But...
They were just about fifteen.
And only two were grabbing him, the other was holding back.
Johnny saw a chance.
He punched one in the neck.
"NECK PUNCH!" he said, hopping away quickly.
Then a rock hit the side of his head.
The other wasn't holding back at all.
Johnny ran.
He didn't look to see if they were chasing.
His head hurt.
He finally crouched down behind a skip.
Actual blood.
He laughed.
"This calls for a skip dive!" he said, got up and without thinking dived into the skip.
It smelled inside.
"I LIVE HERE NOW!" said Johnny, sticking his head out the top.
He closed the lid.
________________________________
hahah that crazy johnny nose he knows how to tickle our funny bones.
WACNKG
dg
dh
d
hd
ah
da
h
h
wnaking issag
sgh
ag
a
h
ag
who here WANKS
dfasjigdag
asg
agi'm
t
tit
there is nothing
there is nothing
ther eis nothing
ther eis notnign
ther eisn tongi
ther eisnt ntohgitn
there is nothing
ther eis nothing
there is nothing
ther eis nothing
there is nothing
there is nothing
there is nothing
there is nothing
ther eis nthing
there is ntohig
ther eis ntinog
thte
t
ther eis nothing
ther eis nothing
there is nothing
there is nothing
there is nothing
there is nothing
there is nthing
there ins thign
ther eins tnigo
hntiere
s
thint eisn
nit enst htien itntgiho
there sitndg
theinstg ntihetgld
sthinsi
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhsllip
_____________________
i nve rknow wat to say not even to you
_____________________________
maybe i should stop posintg in the MF for a while as I have last reply in like forty of the fifty pages in the front page of the Mine Field so OBVIOULSY people are looking at it and THINKING "OH LOOK NOTHIGN BUT WACKY REPLIES I'M NOT EVEN GOING TO READ THAT SHIT" so i should leave for a while to hlep and it would probably help me maybe becasue i shouldn't be worrying about this should I
___________________________________
THE FUTURE
Scientits have discovered an ancient artificial intelligence from the 21st century. Or so they suspect.
"How do you know this thing is alive?"
"It's a robot, of some kind. Programmed on a message board by a human mind. Two states. Like binary. On or off."
"You know this?"
"It's just two words repeating, what else could it be?"
"Let me see the words."
"WEll, here's a printout...."
He looked at the printout it read.
"Keira Natalie Keira Keira Natalie Natalie Keira Keira
Natalie Natalie Keira Keira Keira Keira Keira Natalie
Keira Keira Keira Keira Keira Keira Keria Natalie
Natalie Keira Natalie Keira Natalie Keira Natalie Keira
Keira Natalie Keira Natalie Keira Natalie Natalie Keira
Keira Keira Natalie Natalie Keira Keira Keira Keira
Natalie Natalie Keira Natalie Natalie Natalie Keira Natalie
Natalie Natalie Natalie Natalie Keira Keira Keira Keira"
He stopped reading.
"This is gibberish."
"It's..."
"It's just two names repeating. Like...like that was all that was in his brain. Like he was conflicted between the two..."
"Surely not. It must be an attempt to create an articial life, surely...?"
"You want to keep going through it?"
"It's a bit tedious, but there's a patter there somewhere..."
"You could just burn it, pretend we never saw it."
"But then this man's legacy would be gone..."
"Can you really call him a man?"
"GOOD POINT!"
They burned it all.
____________________________________________
yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
NUMBERS!
__________________________________________________________
action man bowtie lol
ffffffffffffffffffffkfuck just ggoint tod
it's funny how i forgot to say "just going to die" so far
i guess it's like when your'e distracted you don't think about death
even thought it maeks literally no difference and you'll still DIE either way lol
DIE DIE DIE DIE DEAD DEATH CEASE RESTIJ I
why do people say "rest in peace"?
what's the alternative?
___(g
why
fsjg
cry
CRY WHY!
_))BURr
___________________________________
gj
soo
will there be a thing+500
probably
will ther eb a thing+600?
that's harder to see isn't it
the end is coming
to us all
you shits
_____________________
gggggg
stop hoding g
it's boinr
g
g
g
d
g
gf
sg
________________________________________
it is the year 2017
CaptainWacky is sitting in front of his computer.
He is refreshing the Mine Field.
"Come on, post!" he says.
He saw it earlier.
Two members browsing.
One was him.
The other therefore was someone else!
They would post.
Okay they weren't browsing right now.
But they would post.
They'd come back.
It was only a matter of time.
He consulted his graph.
Who could it be?
Tisphone? Last posted 2015. And that was just to say "wow this board's still here? I'll be around more now!" She wasn't.
Tomtrek? Not since 2016. He didn't even do Trachtenday anymore.
Menty...no.
FuddlemifF? 2015. Something about owls. Then he was gone.
Cassie? Dear, sweet Cassie? Not for four months. Four lonely months...
Dr_Dave's marriage to Loktar had seen them both off in 2016.
How could they all be disappearing.
He'd seen that memeber browsing.
Why would they browse and not post?
Something was going on...
"If there's nothing wrong with me, maybe there's something wrong with the Mine Field!" said CaptainWacky.
Someone else had to look at it.
Confirm that the people were disappearing.
His neighbours daughter was in their garden.
He ran out to her.
"Excuse me, could you look at something on my computer?" he said.
"What?" she asked.
"It's nice...it has ponies," he said. Girls liked ponies, right?
"Penis?" she said. How did she know that word? Wasn't she like eight. "DAD!" she shouted.
"I DIDN'T SAY PENIS," Wacky shouted.
"What's going on?" asked her dad.
"He wants to show me something on his computer..."
"I need her to check the Mine Field!" said Wacky, madly. "I need to know it's not just me, I need to know they've disappeared! Someone's been abducting them, stopping them from posting! I NEED TO KNOW THIS. IT CAN'T JUST BE MY EYES."
"There's something wrong with you," said her dad.
"No...it can't be me," said Wacky. He took his daughter inside. Didn't say anytying more. Was he going to call the police? Who knew.
"IT CAN'T BE ME," said Wack falling to the ground.
It was wet and his knees got wet.
The police did come an hour later for a chat.
Wacky asked them to check the Mine Field.
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the moral of the story is post in the Mine Field?
No
it's that I'm insane nad it will never get better
nothing ever gets better
you just find more convincing distractions
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so theat't ehs end of this whtnene
wans't really worht typing
