shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

... uh, well. I guess I could. Maybe.

... the magic fuck tree. Okay...

 

are you telling me you never saw the glorious tale of the blue kitty pocahontaswith the goddess tree you diddle off with your hair

 

Uh, no, actually.

 

most profitable movie ever if i got my facts right and no one can quote a single line

totally forgettable

its damn fascinating

 

*laughs* I guess I extra-forgot it, then.

 

"Everyone here is a dreamer," Ford points out. "It's a dreamscape. And...no. There was a person who used to call my boy Dipper 'Pine Tree' but I have never been called that before."

 

*vague distant cackling, as Bill is heard but not yet seen*

 

Ford rolls his eyes. "This again," he mutters under his breath. "Show yourself--or even better, go away!"

 

...if we demand he leave, isn't he even more likely to stick around?

 

Simon grins.
"That would be quite rude of him, now, wouldn't it?"

 

Since when do embodiments of chaos care about rudeness?

 

"Some embodiments have the necessary self control and intelligence to see that to cause true chaos you need to infiltrate the ordered structures of society so you may severe them from within."
His grin does not falter a bit.

 

BUT THAT'S TOO HARD! AND TAKES WAY TOO LONG!

*tosses a grenade at @the bill of wrongs*

 

"Silly me. Of course there simply isn't room for patience in your heads."
Simon gives an unimpressed blink.

 

Disagree, but then have very limited experience with this "ordered structure of society" concept. [She shrugs.] A good cannon and a web of whispers each have their uses.

 

wwhere'd wake up and wwhats gong on
t's glubbng brght n here >/

 

"It seems the grey folks which are undoubtedly one hundred percent aliens are numerous. Delightful."
Simon rolls his eyes.

 

So many new people recently! Hello, dreamscape, believe or not. Should be able to make area darker with focus and will, though apparently many species represented here are diurnal...

Preferred designation?

 

...and outside this dreamscape I don't believe in spirits persisting after death, yet here you are.

 

"I am wounded my dear. Tragically hurt. That you would say something like this when I have never once meant you offense?"
The chuckles suggest that he is not wounded at all.