I'm starting to believe in simulation theory. I think the fall of the USSR was the planned end and now some alien is just seeing what wacky hijinks they can cause in our world.
"With this nation's death, the thread of prophecy is severed. Restore a saved game to restore the weave of fate, or persist in the doomed world you have created"
I keep poking at a short story based on a literal fever dream I had, where I woke up from the torment nexus and learned we were all reactionary war criminals being rehabilitated by being forced to live in the hell we'd fought to make, over and over again until we learned better. That whole line of thinking is real cognitohazard shit, though.
I love when reality is laughably on the nose
This is "undergraduate creative writing assignment" levels of on the nose.
I'm starting to believe in simulation theory. I think the fall of the USSR was the planned end and now some alien is just seeing what wacky hijinks they can cause in our world.
"With this nation's death, the thread of prophecy is severed. Restore a saved game to restore the weave of fate, or persist in the doomed world you have created"
I keep poking at a short story based on a literal fever dream I had, where I woke up from the torment nexus and learned we were all reactionary war criminals being rehabilitated by being forced to live in the hell we'd fought to make, over and over again until we learned better. That whole line of thinking is real cognitohazard shit, though.
I would read that
Well, if I ever get it to where it's both finished and I'm happy with it I intend to dump it on c/writing or c/literature.
Samsara-gulag
When line goes up enough it overflows the buffer and clobbers the stack.
Me when my.last darkest dungeon character just won't die