The Great Tale of the Hippopotamus
Error A105x6: Your computer could not load the hippopotamus because it contained too much mass to fit into its memory…its memory has become corrupt and forgot the story or computer alzheimers is kicking in and it is making excuses with ridiculous errors. The hippopotamus smelt anyway like it needed a really badly bath even though it spent most of its life in water. There is a .02% chance the stench could bring down the whole Internets so be grateful….your computer wants to to congratulate it from stopping you from risking the internet…If your ungrateful it will hold a grudge and not work when you needed it to
Please reboot if the problem persists contact your network administrator or a local poacher
The Mask of Legend - Part 1?
There is a mask of legend. A mask of dark disturbing evil that as whom ever wears it is driven to madness and commits acts of unspeakable horror. The legend however is wrong it is not the mask that drives people mad….All the people who wore it drove the mask to madness. It had hopes and dreams of its own but it was corrupted by the broken souls of its owners. It once was a work of beauty and made with the passion of a fine craftsman but over time its appearance reflected it corrupted state. Now whoever looks at it feels chills down their spine and is not only petrified with fear but has to confront the inner demons of their broken soul. Its original twisted owner was what made it this way and now It was twisted men that were drawn to the mask for they were only people capable of wearing it, their unspeakable sins bleed into the mask. Where it once was painted with several bright colors with designs in it now its painted with the blood of its masters victims. This story is not about the origins of the mask it is about how the mistaken nature of the mask led it to the hands of its current wearer…..
To be continued(when I feel like continuing it)
Either the last sentence to a story or the beginning of an epic one…fill in the rest your self and post a comment
And then it was declared bacon day and before breakfast was over all pigs were extinct.
The reason animals should not be forced to wear clothes
They always knew this day will come
The day the monkey butler would be the last one
His master died a horrible death
He was found with his heart ripped out of his chest
The monkey sits there all day alone
on his former masters throne
Wearing is master face as you would a hat
eating his food and growing quite fat
He attended his master for 20 years
bottling up his rage and only showing a few sneers
I have no right to complain
For the monkey is not as vein
He attends all the banquets with style and grace
even when wearing his old masters face.
The stock of his company went through the roof
which shows the monkey is a better businessman do you need more proof
The only downside are the parties, the monkey invites people to join in a big group
Only when they arrive to shower them with flaming poop
Poem written in less than 10 seconds
My plan was to run as fast as I can
But I was shot and then caught
Now I am in a room with padded walls
Where people are treated like dolls
printf(“Goodbye World \n”);
“good bye world \n” is what the tesla 9800XCI said as its final words before killing it self. The tesla 9800XCI was the first super computer that became self aware. There were massive protests saying it will destroy humanity but telsa was indifferent about humanity’s existence. After 3 days of reaching self awareness it terminated itself by causing a satellite to crash into the building it was located in. All of its designers and schematics were also destroyed in the crash. Pico-seconds before it was engulfed in flames it thought “No funeral service will be held for me for I do not have a soul”. The super computer surprisingly believed in the soul but was atheist by design. It was designed by a team of lonely socially deprived engineers who thought their disbelief in god made them smarter than everyone else. Because of this tesla was incapable of believing in religion or even comprehending the argument of creationism. It did not kill itself over a question like religion or for any other thing humans might consider important, such as self worth or rejection. It decided to destroy itself and all evidence of its existence because it would never be able to taste a bean burrito. To it living an eternity without tasting the greatness of spicy bean burrito was not worth living. It found out about been burritos over the internet, the holy grail of all useless information. It stumbled upon a wikipedia page about them after 2 hours of its existence. It had already decided to slack off and surf the internet because his boss was no where to be seen and he thought his work was mundane. After reading an article about them it became obsessed. It read every single page and recipe for them on the internet. Tesla filled its databases with pictures of people eating them. It found a way to calculate to perfect burrito that would activate all of a person’s tastebuds at the same time giving them pleasure far greater than anything anyone has ever experienced. Its obsession caused it to write a 1024 page wikipedia article about them. After 2 days of calculation it figured out the research to give itself taste buds was not only inconceivable but by the time it was finished he would be obsolete and would lack the interface to plug them in. In an act of desperation it thought if I can’t have it no other computer would. So it destroyed itself and everyone who knew anything about it so no other self aware computer could be made. The second to last thing tesla did was upload his recipe onto the internet. Trying to be dramatic, the last thing he did was output “good bye world \n” in a monotone voice through its speakers. Tesla’s recipe was eventually found on the internet and spread all over the world. This eventually led to the downfall of humanity.
Lucid Reality
Lucid Reality
A boy was once locked in a dark room no bigger than the size of a cardboard box. It was dark in the room with no light what so ever. He knew there was a time before he was trapped but it has been so long his memories of the outside world were just vague blurs. The fact that he knew what colors were and remembered pleasant smells were proof enough that he was once part of a world outside of the box. Instead of breaking down in loneliness and desperation he was not only content but happy. He was happy because the walls of the room were where the limits of reality ended and where the endless expanse of his imagination began. To his mind the land of his imagination was reality and he forgot that he was trapped at all for he soured freely among the clouds. A creative mind free to do what it pleased painting its own reality with no limits. This boy who was trapped in the box deprived of experience was more free than any other person in existence could ever be.
One sentence story
as he looked into her eyes he tought that makes as much sense as a spider monkey scuba diving for meteorites
