Contact Me (as if you'd ever need to)
I'll add more as I remember them.
Humanity came to a fall, the world’s foundation toppled as cities sank, and the world slowly fell into the core of itself, compressing to the point of a black hole.
It only took five hours.
They say we don’t know what happens on the inside of a black hole, but one man found out that it can be quite the trip.
Mike, an average man of 18, one of the only survivors who lasted to the final minutes when things collapsed, was whisked away into a never-ending void, and soon enough, he was pulled towards somewhere familiar, accompanied by a guide who he remembered as well.
But his guide is not a normal man anymore.
This is a collaboration between myself and this fucker.More Less
Pointless Rambling [NSFW]
Let me just set up a few ground rules for the reader for whomever may or may not be reading this. Firstly, don't take any of this very seriously because I get bored easily and there really isn't much to do in my house. That said, my mind often wanders when I'm playing the Xbox and I'll usually end up commentating my gameplay as if I were actually recording it (and I'm not). Thus, I just end up babbling like an idiot about whatever comes to mind. "But Dance, what sorts of things do you think of when you play?" Well sir, if it's not about the game, it tends to be a pretty thought-provoking subject such as whether or not there are different universes other than our own. Most of the time I get carried away with such things and end up pausing the game and walk around the house rambling like a crazy person, which I probably am. Wow, look at all that text. That's a prime example of a time when I get "carried away". I'll also put a tl;dr version of my ramblings at the end of said rambling to make it easy for those who would be considered "slow". (Ha, offensive joke)
TL;DR: This "module" or whatever the fuck it is will just be used as a place to vent and write down my weird-ass thoughts and maybe give you an idea of what goes on in my head 85% of the time. Enjoy, fuckers.
Babbling about an awesome theory regarding the universe(s)
Alright, so It's been a good, long while since I've had any sleep, so prepare to be amazed (or appalled, or whatever floats your fuckin' boat) at this random shit I came up with.
It seems to me that my ideas seem to be more thought-provoking depending on how long it's been since I've slept. For example, at around the hours of 5-6 AM EST 6/29/12 (20 hours with no sleep), I came to the conclusion that if the Omniverse theory (this thing here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omniverse) were to be confirmed, in theory, a universe inhabited by ponies (yes, the ones from this show) is possible.
The only things left to do now are to confirm the theory first and foremost, then figure out a way to scan any discovered universe for signs of life, then somehow acquire a visual representation (as accurate as humanly possible) of said universe. Once contact has been established, try to communicate with the indigenous life to see just what in the blueberry-fuck they are. If they aren't the ponies we're looking for (lol Star Wars reference), and they probably won't be, then we haul ass outta there and continue the search for the Poniverse (that's what I'm gonna call it, so fuck yo' couch).
Now, seeing as there are an infinite number of infinite universes, there will most likely be more than one variation of Poniverse. That said, there could be one where Dash never pulled off that trademark Sonic Rainboom, and another where everyone is gender-swapped *shudder*. Other possibilities include (but are not limited to):
Universes in which...
~The ponies have advanced substantially in the field of technology and watch us on their own TV show
~Twilight and Rarity are Pegasi, Applejack and Pinkie are unicorns, and Dash and Flutters are earth ponies
(those are all I care to think of)
Keep in mind, there are an infinite number of possibilities. Put simply, anything you can think of (and I mean anything) can exist. Yes, there are obvious flaws here, and yes again, this is fucking ridiculous but I just had to write this shit down... One fuckin' day I'll get this shit right... Even then, just knowing that there's even the slightest possibility of the existence of the Poniverse - even in theory - is what helps me sleep at night. The next morning, it helps me out of bed and cooks me a nice platter of bacon. Yeah.
Now you know what goes on in my house when I'm running on zero hours of sleep and a near-fatal case of boredom. Whew... damn...
Suck on that, Sheldon Cooper.
TL;DR: Ponies may very well be real, but only in theory (and in a completely different universe).
Fucking mirrors (how do they work?)
Let me begin by stating that people who hang mirrors in any room but the bathroom are fucking stupid. Why? Because if it's given some thought, there's really not much of a point in doing such a thing. I mean, half the time I walk around the house ranting about nothing (hence why I made this module thing) anyway, which is weird enough as it is. Why in the fuck would I want to watch myself do it and be all like "the fuck is wrong with me" and quickly walk away? No one even uses the mirror in the living room, anyway. That being said, take down the fucking mirror and buy some real decorations.
I personally think that mirrors are only good when they actually need to be used (i.e. doing shit after you get out of the shower or need to see around a corner when you're breaking out of jail). Any other time, I just think they're fucking weird. Yeah, I sound like I'm calling myself weird, but I'm calling the mirror itself weird. That should be abundantly clear at this point.
One thing I thought of was this: what if mirrors are windows/doors to an alternate reality, but every time we try to go through, we are stopped cold by our reflection (or alternate self) which happens to be doing the same thing? Put simply, we are the ones that are physically stopping ourselves from going through because we are essentially just bumping into our reflection.
TL;DR: Fuck mirrors.
Why Johnny Klebitz is best pony (biased dumbass x-ing ahead)
If you've ever played any GTA, you'd know that they always end up like "and they lived happily ever after". The same could not be said for GTA IV: TLAD simply because the exact opposite happens. **Spoilers Ahead** At first it's all like "lol we be happy an' shit 'cuz our president just got out of rehab" and then it's all like "thar be a shitstorm a-brewin'" (and there is indeed a shitstorm a-brewin') and then they're all like "the shit has had its way with the fan, bro" and then Brian's all like "you're a fucking rat! I was kissing Billy's ass for a reason, y' know" (that little sumbitch...) and then they're like "let's go break into a maximum security prison to kill out former leader because he's giving information to the po-po about drug deals n' shit" and then they kill him and the few Lost that managed to survive (four, to be exact: John-boy, Clay, Terry and Angus) burn down the clubhouse (sadface) and then they're like "well... fuck" and then you win the game (I lost the game *trollface*) and then you can pretty much do whatever the fuck you want after that.
TL;DR: TLAD has best story and Johnny K. is best pony (I win).