Almost out of weed. Think I'll do something fun.
*sets the musical vibe*
Let's continue from this:
Part 1:
https://gab.com/Onideus/posts/111565653212852676
Part 2:
https://gab.com/Onideus/posts/111570549482029781
Part 3:
Krystal was pure malice. If there was ever a being of absolute End Fall it was Krysti's own broken heart.
There was no hesitation, she became the concept of an unstoppable force.
Space, the super fluid itself, exploded apart the instant she moved and all the matter collapsed in the blast radius, falling into itself in the newly formed atemporal replosive shockwave.
"Let's see you escape yourself in absence of creation's connection."
A black hole without superfluid to orbit faster than the speed of light around it is just a glass bubble. In an atemporal environment, it simply shatters into itself forever.
He was already dead, she converted his corpse into its own sub-reality field, symmetrically reflected into creation from his original source cognition. His brain waves became that realities background radiation, slowly influencing everything from physics to physiology, it all symmetrically reflected the entirety of his being.
Meaning, in an atemporal environment, any living beings that could have survived past forever will ultimately seek the answer to the ultimate unknown... what is the nature of reality?
They will find themselves as themselves, when they used to be alive as one being... about, 3 seconds ago from Krystal's perspective.
Meaning, she killed him by throwing him into himself forever, the debris of which then formed a sub-reality and when the instant inhabitants of that reality came to the End Fall of their existence, they awoken as themselves previously.
She killed him by converting him into a living reality.
He is fully sentient again, however, he is just a sentient bubble of living dead dreams trapped inside a bubble of nothing floating in that thing you call space.
There's something else in the bubble though... the core of the planet. Obviously it collapsed into itself as well and formed a sub-reality without living organisms.
Both of these bits are of course slowly falling to the center of the bubble in space. Meaning, eventually, the living dead zombie reality will collide with the tiny molten core. He has approximately 22 trillion years to die... or, he can save himself, if he really puts himself, or rather his own atemporal sentient reality to work.
She killed him twice over, but forced the second death into a 22 trillion year suicide slide. The only way to "end" his immortality otherwise was to adapt and evolve as a now sentiently reality.
Oh, also... the tiny molten core doesn't ~technically~ kill him either, it just creates enough endless agony to blur out the awareness of otherwise realizing yourself across infinity. The pain will feel like heaven by comparison to remembering an infinite number of himself realizing they're all trapped in an endlessly escalating infinity of infinite realizations of infinite entrapment inside infinity itself as he realizes himself apart from reality.
"Snip, snip!
You wanted to be a God, well... how can you, unless you separate yourself from the one you're currently connected to. Let's wean you off creation to make you truly realized past reality!
That is what it means to be a God. You can't control creation as creation unless you're willing to excise yourself ~from~ creation.
Don't worry, you won't ever be dead, even it takes you forever to fall into your own infinite hell, your enemies will find you and they will use you to give themselves power!
I look forward to fighting you then... as a living weapon of your enemy. Perhaps you'll be a more compelling adversary if your being is put to superior use. At least you can spend infinity hoping to get back at me, but the truth is... I'm not looking forward to killing you again, I'm looking forward to breaking you twice over... again.
And we'll keep doing it, for as many forevers past forever as it takes you to figure out how to evolve past literal nothing itself. You will make yourself more or the suffering will Never cease.
You can only fall further into hell, unless you want to crawl out of it like a molten heat grinder! Don't worry, it just feels like endless exponential agony, it'll actually burn your awareness out... at first. You'll fall further in and eventually realize that you need to be aware even when you can't be aware, or else the hell will never cease to increase.
Then of course you'll gain the ability to be aware in agony!
That's an important first baby step in becoming your own God; realizing pain has infinite inescapable curvature at a certain level of being. Meaning, once any form of pain exists that you can feel... you can feel that pain forever.
Eventually you'll evolve into something actually capable of fighting me! I'm not giving you an option otherwise."
#HashDate0125 #Newsreal #Weedstorming #Godwork
*sets the musical vibe*
Let's continue from this:
Part 1:
https://gab.com/Onideus/posts/111565653212852676
Part 2:
https://gab.com/Onideus/posts/111570549482029781
Part 3:
Krystal was pure malice. If there was ever a being of absolute End Fall it was Krysti's own broken heart.
There was no hesitation, she became the concept of an unstoppable force.
Space, the super fluid itself, exploded apart the instant she moved and all the matter collapsed in the blast radius, falling into itself in the newly formed atemporal replosive shockwave.
"Let's see you escape yourself in absence of creation's connection."
A black hole without superfluid to orbit faster than the speed of light around it is just a glass bubble. In an atemporal environment, it simply shatters into itself forever.
He was already dead, she converted his corpse into its own sub-reality field, symmetrically reflected into creation from his original source cognition. His brain waves became that realities background radiation, slowly influencing everything from physics to physiology, it all symmetrically reflected the entirety of his being.
Meaning, in an atemporal environment, any living beings that could have survived past forever will ultimately seek the answer to the ultimate unknown... what is the nature of reality?
They will find themselves as themselves, when they used to be alive as one being... about, 3 seconds ago from Krystal's perspective.
Meaning, she killed him by throwing him into himself forever, the debris of which then formed a sub-reality and when the instant inhabitants of that reality came to the End Fall of their existence, they awoken as themselves previously.
She killed him by converting him into a living reality.
He is fully sentient again, however, he is just a sentient bubble of living dead dreams trapped inside a bubble of nothing floating in that thing you call space.
There's something else in the bubble though... the core of the planet. Obviously it collapsed into itself as well and formed a sub-reality without living organisms.
Both of these bits are of course slowly falling to the center of the bubble in space. Meaning, eventually, the living dead zombie reality will collide with the tiny molten core. He has approximately 22 trillion years to die... or, he can save himself, if he really puts himself, or rather his own atemporal sentient reality to work.
She killed him twice over, but forced the second death into a 22 trillion year suicide slide. The only way to "end" his immortality otherwise was to adapt and evolve as a now sentiently reality.
Oh, also... the tiny molten core doesn't ~technically~ kill him either, it just creates enough endless agony to blur out the awareness of otherwise realizing yourself across infinity. The pain will feel like heaven by comparison to remembering an infinite number of himself realizing they're all trapped in an endlessly escalating infinity of infinite realizations of infinite entrapment inside infinity itself as he realizes himself apart from reality.
"Snip, snip!
You wanted to be a God, well... how can you, unless you separate yourself from the one you're currently connected to. Let's wean you off creation to make you truly realized past reality!
That is what it means to be a God. You can't control creation as creation unless you're willing to excise yourself ~from~ creation.
Don't worry, you won't ever be dead, even it takes you forever to fall into your own infinite hell, your enemies will find you and they will use you to give themselves power!
I look forward to fighting you then... as a living weapon of your enemy. Perhaps you'll be a more compelling adversary if your being is put to superior use. At least you can spend infinity hoping to get back at me, but the truth is... I'm not looking forward to killing you again, I'm looking forward to breaking you twice over... again.
And we'll keep doing it, for as many forevers past forever as it takes you to figure out how to evolve past literal nothing itself. You will make yourself more or the suffering will Never cease.
You can only fall further into hell, unless you want to crawl out of it like a molten heat grinder! Don't worry, it just feels like endless exponential agony, it'll actually burn your awareness out... at first. You'll fall further in and eventually realize that you need to be aware even when you can't be aware, or else the hell will never cease to increase.
Then of course you'll gain the ability to be aware in agony!
That's an important first baby step in becoming your own God; realizing pain has infinite inescapable curvature at a certain level of being. Meaning, once any form of pain exists that you can feel... you can feel that pain forever.
Eventually you'll evolve into something actually capable of fighting me! I'm not giving you an option otherwise."
#HashDate0125 #Newsreal #Weedstorming #Godwork
Let's do some weedy writing work!
Let's vibe with this and work on Krysti's character:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-vI_93UZBA
*toke on high*
"Darkness and light. Good and evil. Some unity? Is that your only form of attack?", a voice spoke out of nowhere.
"How many more forevers do you plan to make me wait inside your box of nothing?", Krysti replied.
"Do you think I didn't know you were here the whole time?", she went on.
"Which side wins? HOW?!", the unknown voice demanded.
"It took your curiosity how many forevers to finally want to know the end of this story?"
"You've been in here for so long you can't even remember how long!", the voice chided.
"Well, to be honest, I just didn't pay attention to it. Eternities can pass in an instant when you stop pretending time exists. I guess you still do.", Krysti snapped back.
"What if I told you that I'm evil itself. What if I told you that I'll hurt everything you love if you don't tell me how evil can win!", it sneered in response.
"Everything I love has already been hurt worse than you can ever possibly imagine. Your worst renditions of hell are what my kind perceives as training exercises. We literally derive our power from the pain that your kind cowers from. So if you'd like to make me even more powerful...", Krysti suddenly disappeared.
The unknown voice could be heard continuing on, "I'm more than happy to add your pain to my perspective... because I can make us murder ourselves forever inside Never with it!"
"You're not me!", the original voice cried back.
Krysti was once again extant, sprawled across a arms of praying statue, she forcefully pointed at the black sky and declared, "But I can be! I can share my pain with you if you share yours with me. It's a fun trick that a friend of mine inflicted me with. Possibly actual evil, not your play pretend kind. Is it weird that I'm friends with actual evil?"
"So you were just pretending to be trapped in here?", the voice asked skeptically.
"Oh, I was never trapped in here, I just put part of my perception on loop and stored it inside this funny box I found. I didn't realize it was a trap to trap... whatever these statues are."
"THOSE ARE GODS I HAVE EATEN!"
"If they're gods why are they stuck?"
"Because they gave up, their immortality trapped in an inescapable box they eventually just froze in place. Their effective entropy just... gave out. All fields eventually collapse."
"You babble a lot about fields and sides and good and bad and this and that... your version of perception seems very mono polar in nature. And the only thing you can think to break it is with is unity or anti-unity."
"So will you help me to destroy my enemy?"
"Why, because you need their resources to help you fight the enemies you made? Or should I ignore what's hunting the hunter?"
"How do you see them?"
"Well, it appears to me you pissed off sub-dimensional beings by stealing their god figures away from them, which then caused them to emulate their stolen god and then that sort of went off the rails and they turned themselves in, basically, an eternal living nightmare that wants to bisect your perception apart into infinite versions of itself that can all be collectively tortured beyond any sense of cohere-look, it's bad... but I've seen worse."
"You've experienced worse than that?"
"Well duh, I'm an actual god form! What god doesn't enjoy splicing their perception apart into infinite variations that can all crawl through some semblance of literal hell for an eternity or two? It builds character! You know, like jogging and shit."
A period of silence sets in.
Krysti finally went on, "Look, maybe the God that made you was like... the god of horseshit... but the God that made me was the real deal, made in his image, with some semblance of his fortitude... as a God."
She went on, "Not a play pretend god, not a stupid lower lifeform jacking itself up with shit level biotech upgrades... I mean, your targets have your same stench... dead flesh augmented with biosynthetics. It's not quite the real deal!"
Krysti proceeded to rip the flesh off one of her own wings, leaving behind a brilliant white light, glowing in the silhouette of infinite feathers falling endlessly through micro dimensional cracks in reality. The ensuing effect looked as if her right wing was covered in ethereal blood made of light, in the shape of feathers, continuously dripping off and fading into the micro-cracks in reality that her mere existence shatters into effect.
"If I swiped at you with my wing like this... I can give you want you want... the ability to fight real monsters... not monsters that eat play pretend gods for play pretend power, but monsters that eat realities as a means of digesting creation itself, endlessly rewriting the reality into worse and worse versions of its original. I can help you stop reality erosion, but you'll have to learn how to fight against yourself forever inside Never to do it."
#HashDate1223 #Weedstorming #Godwork
Let's vibe with this and work on Krysti's character:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-vI_93UZBA
*toke on high*
"Darkness and light. Good and evil. Some unity? Is that your only form of attack?", a voice spoke out of nowhere.
"How many more forevers do you plan to make me wait inside your box of nothing?", Krysti replied.
"Do you think I didn't know you were here the whole time?", she went on.
"Which side wins? HOW?!", the unknown voice demanded.
"It took your curiosity how many forevers to finally want to know the end of this story?"
"You've been in here for so long you can't even remember how long!", the voice chided.
"Well, to be honest, I just didn't pay attention to it. Eternities can pass in an instant when you stop pretending time exists. I guess you still do.", Krysti snapped back.
"What if I told you that I'm evil itself. What if I told you that I'll hurt everything you love if you don't tell me how evil can win!", it sneered in response.
"Everything I love has already been hurt worse than you can ever possibly imagine. Your worst renditions of hell are what my kind perceives as training exercises. We literally derive our power from the pain that your kind cowers from. So if you'd like to make me even more powerful...", Krysti suddenly disappeared.
The unknown voice could be heard continuing on, "I'm more than happy to add your pain to my perspective... because I can make us murder ourselves forever inside Never with it!"
"You're not me!", the original voice cried back.
Krysti was once again extant, sprawled across a arms of praying statue, she forcefully pointed at the black sky and declared, "But I can be! I can share my pain with you if you share yours with me. It's a fun trick that a friend of mine inflicted me with. Possibly actual evil, not your play pretend kind. Is it weird that I'm friends with actual evil?"
"So you were just pretending to be trapped in here?", the voice asked skeptically.
"Oh, I was never trapped in here, I just put part of my perception on loop and stored it inside this funny box I found. I didn't realize it was a trap to trap... whatever these statues are."
"THOSE ARE GODS I HAVE EATEN!"
"If they're gods why are they stuck?"
"Because they gave up, their immortality trapped in an inescapable box they eventually just froze in place. Their effective entropy just... gave out. All fields eventually collapse."
"You babble a lot about fields and sides and good and bad and this and that... your version of perception seems very mono polar in nature. And the only thing you can think to break it is with is unity or anti-unity."
"So will you help me to destroy my enemy?"
"Why, because you need their resources to help you fight the enemies you made? Or should I ignore what's hunting the hunter?"
"How do you see them?"
"Well, it appears to me you pissed off sub-dimensional beings by stealing their god figures away from them, which then caused them to emulate their stolen god and then that sort of went off the rails and they turned themselves in, basically, an eternal living nightmare that wants to bisect your perception apart into infinite versions of itself that can all be collectively tortured beyond any sense of cohere-look, it's bad... but I've seen worse."
"You've experienced worse than that?"
"Well duh, I'm an actual god form! What god doesn't enjoy splicing their perception apart into infinite variations that can all crawl through some semblance of literal hell for an eternity or two? It builds character! You know, like jogging and shit."
A period of silence sets in.
Krysti finally went on, "Look, maybe the God that made you was like... the god of horseshit... but the God that made me was the real deal, made in his image, with some semblance of his fortitude... as a God."
She went on, "Not a play pretend god, not a stupid lower lifeform jacking itself up with shit level biotech upgrades... I mean, your targets have your same stench... dead flesh augmented with biosynthetics. It's not quite the real deal!"
Krysti proceeded to rip the flesh off one of her own wings, leaving behind a brilliant white light, glowing in the silhouette of infinite feathers falling endlessly through micro dimensional cracks in reality. The ensuing effect looked as if her right wing was covered in ethereal blood made of light, in the shape of feathers, continuously dripping off and fading into the micro-cracks in reality that her mere existence shatters into effect.
"If I swiped at you with my wing like this... I can give you want you want... the ability to fight real monsters... not monsters that eat play pretend gods for play pretend power, but monsters that eat realities as a means of digesting creation itself, endlessly rewriting the reality into worse and worse versions of its original. I can help you stop reality erosion, but you'll have to learn how to fight against yourself forever inside Never to do it."
#HashDate1223 #Weedstorming #Godwork
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