Zephyn
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Forgive me if there is another thread for this. I was surprised not to find it.
Lets write a story together a few words, paragraphs, or sentences or however much you want to contribute at a time, then in a while we will pull it all together into a single post. Be as silly, delusional, serious as you want. Feel free to derail.
I'll start:
The year is 3015. Misfits, scientists, religious fanatics, and occult practitioners have gathered for a "special event" to "change their circumstance" (many had just stumbled into this could-be disaster by happenstance through classified ads on social media or pamphlets wheatpasted to poles outside the homeless shelter promising a better life). They were experimenting with opening a portal to another dimension. Unfortunately, most folks were unable to perceive the beings coming from the other side unaided. Being in a ghetto on the west side of Harlem, most attendants were local, and as such, considered the use of the reality-bending supplements containing the drug 2C-3PO "that otha shyt", and wouldn't consider partaking, yet still wanted to experience communion with the 6,500 year old sentient beings from the Sirius star system (mostly as a method of relieving the suffering of life on planet earth, and as a way to enter into higher consciousness or Samadhi). The organizers of the portal opening ritual (dubbed the "association of endoterrestrial invocation and higher rectal research to aid in the dissolution of lower levels of consciousness in government agencies" - a bunch of stinking neo-christian spooks experimenting on the emotionally disadvantaged if you asked most initiates present that day) considered spiking the drinks of the minervals and other scrappy rappers that were in attendance, but the ethics committee forbid directly dosing people with psychedelic drugs without their consent, on top of the fact that 2C-3PO had been found to only be effective at imprinting enough of a paradigm of open mindedness to open such a portal when used anally. The only solution they could come up with was sheparding everyone present into a chamber and filling it with an odorless gas that contained a solution of super potent amphetamines and benzodiazapines, which got everyone so intoxicated with sheer bliss, that the idea of letting the High Priest stick an oral syringe into their ass and filling it with hot creamy 2C-3PO started to seem less and less abhorrent. One by one they approached the altar, dropped their knickers, bent over and...
Lets write a story together a few words, paragraphs, or sentences or however much you want to contribute at a time, then in a while we will pull it all together into a single post. Be as silly, delusional, serious as you want. Feel free to derail.
I'll start:
The year is 3015. Misfits, scientists, religious fanatics, and occult practitioners have gathered for a "special event" to "change their circumstance" (many had just stumbled into this could-be disaster by happenstance through classified ads on social media or pamphlets wheatpasted to poles outside the homeless shelter promising a better life). They were experimenting with opening a portal to another dimension. Unfortunately, most folks were unable to perceive the beings coming from the other side unaided. Being in a ghetto on the west side of Harlem, most attendants were local, and as such, considered the use of the reality-bending supplements containing the drug 2C-3PO "that otha shyt", and wouldn't consider partaking, yet still wanted to experience communion with the 6,500 year old sentient beings from the Sirius star system (mostly as a method of relieving the suffering of life on planet earth, and as a way to enter into higher consciousness or Samadhi). The organizers of the portal opening ritual (dubbed the "association of endoterrestrial invocation and higher rectal research to aid in the dissolution of lower levels of consciousness in government agencies" - a bunch of stinking neo-christian spooks experimenting on the emotionally disadvantaged if you asked most initiates present that day) considered spiking the drinks of the minervals and other scrappy rappers that were in attendance, but the ethics committee forbid directly dosing people with psychedelic drugs without their consent, on top of the fact that 2C-3PO had been found to only be effective at imprinting enough of a paradigm of open mindedness to open such a portal when used anally. The only solution they could come up with was sheparding everyone present into a chamber and filling it with an odorless gas that contained a solution of super potent amphetamines and benzodiazapines, which got everyone so intoxicated with sheer bliss, that the idea of letting the High Priest stick an oral syringe into their ass and filling it with hot creamy 2C-3PO started to seem less and less abhorrent. One by one they approached the altar, dropped their knickers, bent over and...
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