shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

Yeah, see ya, boss.

 

Spoiler: you're not subtle

-big, cheesy wink-

 

. . . Y E S ?

- botbot is very confused. they were told models are all exactly the same, each AI, or "mind" in no way different from each other. they are an individual as much as they are a collective -

 

.Comes in, he´s actually walking pretty good now- Wow what was THAT in here?

 

-She thinks.-

...They are a continuity. Same memories, only one active at one time.

 

An outrageous display of power and loss of control.
[No one can quite tell if she is thoroughly appalled or incredibly impressed.]

 

O H ! S O_C O O L_S U P E R_H E R O_G U Y_ I S_A_M A G I C_Z O M B I E_H E R O ? :0

- who knows why botbot knows what zombies are, or why they understand zombies better than regular revival -

 

...am I in trouble?

 

Not quite, but close, although i have also been a zombie before

 

Are you sure the not-caring is part of the curse? We cared.

 

Maybe it doesn't affect anyone in the rave, since you aren't from my universe. Usually no one cares at all.

 

Maybe your friends suck?

 

-singing- Alhazred said that is not dead which can eternal lie.
The Arab said that is not dead for even death may die.
For even death may die, for even death may die.
Alhazred said that is not dead which can eternal lie
And on his own he penned the tome that's called the Al Azif.
The howling devils sang to him with fiendish songs of grief.
With fiendish songs of grief, with fiendish songs of grief.
The howling demons sang to him with fiendish songs of grief.
Then unseen demons killed him dead on a dry Damascus lawn.
His words live on for strange eons: the Necronomicon.
The Necronomicon. he wrote the Necronomicon.
He still lives on in strange eons: the Necronomicon.

 

They do, but that's beside the point. No one in my universe ever cares for more than a few seconds after i die. It's a wonder in itself that Stan and Kyle do care for a few seconds after my death. Usually no one notices my death at all.

 

"That's right," Ford says. "Grubs are innocent. Cthulhu was attacking us, you git."

Ford leans in close to Samira. "Would I take you out and not get you dessert?"

Ford gives the Ampora in question a dirty look. "Nobody asked for your opinion. She's not just as lovely as she is hateful, she's as lovely as you are obnoxious."

"Something I'm glad you missed, kitten." Ford straightens up and tries to look a little less disreputable in the presence of children. It probably doesn't work very well given that he's been pitchflirting like mad.

"I think I heard that in a filk circle with Fidds once upon a time. I was ... not so thrilled to find out that it was an actual thing. Maybe don't tell the children."

 

-wink-

 

howv is 'there isnt any shitty porn of me in vwhich i am older than fifteen svweeps in circulation' an opinion. its an objectivwe fact.

 

"That's not what I thought you were trying to say. Why would anyone want to look at porn of you?"

Ford sighs. Ford does not actually understand porn. Watching complete strangers have sex has never seemed even remotely interesting to him. His erotic drawings are another matter, given that the subjects of those are his lovers and nobody else is allowed to see them.

 

contrary to popular belief, most trolls vwould consider me attractivwe.

 

You contradict yourself.