SuplexSensei
Centered at Great Attractor extending up to 3 observable universes in all directions is where you can find Hell. It covers the inner region in a thin 97-million-light-year crust like a bubble, an opaque film that filters out most interference from the violently incomprehensible outside of inter-universal irrationality. It whittles the universe down to three spatial dimensions, tugs it enchained to a single unidirectional temporal narrative, and cripples information to the abysmal pacing of light-speed. The viscous external reality flowing inwards is also pixelated to the low-resolution compartmentalization of concept-based rational causality, with Hell being the border and, of course, the transition of whatever comes in.
Honestly, it's a chill place. Nice greenery on the nanometer-pinprick-wide concave rectangular area on the Eastern face. Meadows, grass, innards, in an area as refreshingly spacious as the intergalactic voids of the inner universe. Transition-driven conceptual fluctuations along the Eastern face cause spontaneous conceptual format shifts. This surface area, in particular, causes human fears to physically influence the inner region, manifesting as "demons" like the one observed in that blue marble called Earth by its tenants. One such manifestation experienced another spontaneous conceptual shift, mutating the fear of chainsaws so it can annihilate any concept which humanity, and demonkind, attaches a fear into. It's nasty and the demons are especially nervous, but Chainsaw is actually pretty chill.
By the way, these demons are our neighbors, a few minutes North with Gigasaw and Pochita at 0°04'00.280" iirc. Their residency system is also comfy, so I applied just a few decades in the future yesterday to live at a vacant space near the neighborhood border. When at the meadows, look into the horizon directly upwards and you should see an impossible number of doors filling the sky in all directions. I'm at the left edge of infinity - just look for that teal-colored door with a Pochita hanger on the handle. It says "Welcome" so you guys should come in whenever you like. I have some leftover graham cake by the fridge.
Oh me? I'm a result of arbitrary actions manifesting as a mirror for optional imitation. Suplex Sensei at your service, and trust me, the graham's fcking good.
Honestly, it's a chill place. Nice greenery on the nanometer-pinprick-wide concave rectangular area on the Eastern face. Meadows, grass, innards, in an area as refreshingly spacious as the intergalactic voids of the inner universe. Transition-driven conceptual fluctuations along the Eastern face cause spontaneous conceptual format shifts. This surface area, in particular, causes human fears to physically influence the inner region, manifesting as "demons" like the one observed in that blue marble called Earth by its tenants. One such manifestation experienced another spontaneous conceptual shift, mutating the fear of chainsaws so it can annihilate any concept which humanity, and demonkind, attaches a fear into. It's nasty and the demons are especially nervous, but Chainsaw is actually pretty chill.
By the way, these demons are our neighbors, a few minutes North with Gigasaw and Pochita at 0°04'00.280" iirc. Their residency system is also comfy, so I applied just a few decades in the future yesterday to live at a vacant space near the neighborhood border. When at the meadows, look into the horizon directly upwards and you should see an impossible number of doors filling the sky in all directions. I'm at the left edge of infinity - just look for that teal-colored door with a Pochita hanger on the handle. It says "Welcome" so you guys should come in whenever you like. I have some leftover graham cake by the fridge.
Oh me? I'm a result of arbitrary actions manifesting as a mirror for optional imitation. Suplex Sensei at your service, and trust me, the graham's fcking good.
- Birthday
- June 10
