Foreshadowing · 10:52pm Mar 31st, 2016
Behold as I, the lovely and excellent Gray of Typist, proceed to shadow the four and potentially run the risk of causing it to fade.
“Universe,” Thomas mumbled to himself. “If you’re watching right now, go fuck yourself.”
Meanwhile, in the deepest realms of the void, in a place so dark and distant that not even the light of the stars could reach, a consciousness stirred.
“Joke’s on him,” the formless consciousness declared. “I’m already doing that.”
“Error. Error.”
“What the?” Despite having neither head nor eyes, the consciousness surveyed its surroundings until it found the source of the disturbance. It was a thing which, like itself, was both there and not there all at once. It was a thing beyond the established rules of reality, it's very existence a profanity against matter, light, energy, and all other forms mortals have no concept of.
“Error. Error. Error detected.”
“Oh, so it’s you again.” The consciousness snarled. Then, the embodiment of the collective consciousness of the universe, that which is most comparable to the human interpretation of god, cracked its nonexistent neck and assumed a battle stance. “Bring it on!”
This has been Foreshadowing with the illustrious and lovable Graying Typist. Thank you for your time.
