Part one, someone we'll leave anonymous, told me this after a several other things on reddit, which I snapped from previous in a rather non-emotional way of just telling how I think inside.
This is Part one: Being honest about my inner personality less often mentioned.
Hater# ??? estimate one a day for 5 years straight, if not two.
I’m hoping this is a sad attempt at art, otherwise you’re methed out and need to die.
Looks like they finally told me to kill myself, Idk, I was gonna do other stuff honestly.
📷SamOfEclia09:24 PM replied:
Why should I die? Perhaps I need meth, from both tragedy of fate that drove me there, because doctors didn't provide adhd pills fast enough to save me. Perhaps equally because I needed amphetamines to help my predatorial instincts be more able to adapt to society, perhaps because I chose to and still none the less like anybody, I deserve life in wants of it.
However, I understand that life demands improvement, to what is today low respawn that's all, so I intend to live until I can respawn quickly, then I'll die as often as I loose in a game as I can. As it would be fun to kill things too, but alas wisest would be that they can come back after too.
That I find is both satisfyingly heavenly and hellish indeed, for truly, a game is better then life, life best be improved to be game, so that only the story and the lemonade on break remain, as I find it is only before such and only injustice such, that one is hindered from that luxury of game and lemonade.
At least till they die and respawn again cause I guess if everyone could instantly respawn, it would just be the level and the dungeon you go to that costs the price of its play, that really, is a boss to beat, or a fun game for children.
In fact, if everyone could respawn, why would justice matter then? Just don't go play that level friend. Plus I'm pretty sure I already died last month, I didn't pass shit for 3 weeks and that's got to kill you. It was beats in my stool for a short while, but I had beats like the month before and I think I died on the way but just kept walking and walking.
So I guess I'm about half way to my end goal now. Next I'll cut myself and heal it for the sake of it.I think I did it once years ago, so I think I can do it again.
📷SamOfEclia09:40 PM In fact I'm guess the best way for the worst of it is somewhere in the blend of cloning doors and get to one from death with the right bones, but lets see if we can get the flesh wounds fixed without that first. As truly, if you can take it as far as that respawn, which just has to stay as it is setup for fair play, I don't see why anybody can't sell their own game.
📷SamOfEclia09:46 PM Plus the time my perception collapsed into a peice of pie, and was all weirdly shockingly fucked but not uncomfortable, I'll say its not that bad when you put it back where it was, its a weird experience, that was the closest I think it felt, it was while I was thinking of zombies too so its gotta be related. In fact I guess your right, I deserve to die as a stinky filthy undead doggo deman woofy woof, that saw jesus on the cross and said nah, Ima go all undead from the start and keep walking for a while as I fall apart so when I come back together later, they'll think I killed myself, but they won't even know.
Unless I go into the middle of a square, stab myself in the chest or something, fall over bleeding out while they scream oh my god, then when the ambulance shows up I'll just get up, wipe off the blood and show no cut, raise my hands like rick and morty and walk off amused. But then again ill have to test it first, but that would be hilarious wouldn't it. I already dealt with the coronavirus and the random ass bacteria that was harder to get out of my nostril, but it came out eventually. Plus my only issue at the moment is making sure I play it safe and take the pain slow.
So just be patient, you really shouldn't pressure people you know. ;) You gotta use a safety word like banana. I'm not doing more until I get a cut to heal, I might have to try a few times so you may just have to wait as long as it takes, I might want it to hurt first, I'm a tease for myself too you know. I like to whine then figure it out eventually. Its for pleasure, I don't intend to kill myself.
📷SamOfEclia10:02 PMIts a good thing I'm not a pussy lying about what I wont do, that would require then that science allow what the doctors can fix for what wants to try it anyways, in restriction of what they can only all the way down. Heck it'll make my stupid put it back together on the inside myself easier for other stuff early or if ever, cause you could make blades some deep for a masochists larp and bleed but not die and that's fine.
However, I'm totally gonna cut myself bro, I'm gonna do it my way in a fun way for what you said too,but I'm gonna write my story first and pick something to make. I'm not stupid though, I'm not just shoving anything way in just to see, I'll take it nice and slow, cause I'm not just a meth addict and a doggo deman, I like pain too. I've been hurting myself for days, my dick gets a cut on it every so often and I just keep fapping away.
So I guess you think its art bro, but you shouldn't tell something to die, when it likes it but wants to wait till its time. So it can come back and howl again! Cause thats even more fucked up then death isn't it. Cackle woof, doggo is fluffy and fluffy is woof! Just cause I like videogames a lot and you piss me off with your words, but you make me laugh with your dreams.
📷SamOfEclia10:11 PM Insert maniacle evil laugh here that isn't actually evil, just how I would laugh saying this. Dan is a good boy! Especially when he fused with a Mazer! Plus I gotta finish my first chapter of my story. This is what you get if you hang a good guy on a cross and he comes back later and liked it. Even if he's not the same dude, cause he knows the guy.
Doggo deman fucking glitch! Fluffy glitch!Doggo deman met three distinct jesus's out there in the world, he think they all got hung on cross, but doggo deman was guard that saw them there instead, so he a fourth mindfuck hidden inside a fluffy woofle fluff. Woof, mwahahaha.
Doggo deman prepare his fourth quarter of woofs and then go woof. Doggo deman disagree with good, hippie and evil, cause he couldn't pick, they all great and fun characters, doggo deman doesn't wanna be jesus though, doggo deman wanna beat game and that doesn't sound like end with more story, that sound like end with roughly maybe.
Doggo deman just checking, cause doggo deman want it cause he want it for his videogame woof, doggo want it for his pain toys waf, doggo woof want it wafwaf.Doggo deman find it, he hunt plado till end of days. That what plado is cackle woof, you can break it open and put it back together and then it fine, it fine see the seem fixed woof waf waf hehe.
Fuck you, don't call me retarded, doggo deman is smart doggo deman he did it once before, he didn't know how he did it but he figure it out by trying again woof, waf waf! He try with meth overdose first by accident, now doggo is getting more excited, he try fix dick next, it helped before, then he will use pain toy on doggo self somewhere and fix it more, then doggo really hope you aren't some innocent troll...You know why?
Cause doggo try it even more after, deeper and then maybe more woof. Cause fuck you and your demands of death, doggo deman wanna be zombie, like he said earlier wafwaf waf! Doggo deman zombie his way, he want his way and he will make his thing and he will share it then get bored and make more stuffs! More stuffs!I am a good fucked up doggo aren't I, Heh, just for fun doggo like it, he burn himself with cigarettes' and it didn't even fucking hurt after he tried taking it chill, so doggo deman popped blister like usual and then he kept being doggo deman.
Doggo deman gonna figure out how to put it back together, so he has to clean his bed shits a bit after, or he has red bed now. Doggo deman find it and he better get good at it cause doggo deman is fucked in head! WAF!I really really hope your just some random ass troll that took it too far.
📷SamOfEclia10:37 PM Good, I cried my one tear of pure happiness and perfectly healthy unashamed fluffy woofness today!
But you pissed me off, with you fucking trolling, were trying to kill me or are you some herbivore cow trying to shut me up cause your an atheist and think its funny until its not, cause I'm not a sad clown or a happy one, I'm a fucking dog clown and it looks like this:
That's right, its a fucking clown dog! That's why its smiling! Fucking hate when things call me retard, come back and call it art, then tell me I should die.
Cause I actually already asked that question you idiot, I concluded I don't a fuck! Mwahahaha Wooof Mwaha voice crack, roll over, woof waf. Can I be petted now, Doggo deman is a good boy, he a good boy, but such a bad thing. But a good boy! Woof!!!Doggo go chew on candy bones, but he has none, so he drink aloevera water to help his angst, then he find what he will cut himself with, masturbate, then he will fix it. All while his mom watched television downstairs, he will masturbate in woods outside in the forest like a beast. Actually fuck that, no masturbating!
Doggo wait till later then doggo deman hold it. He like holding it, but only in bed, his twin bro holds it, the other bro thinks masturbating is a sin but can't do anything about it. Just kidding he's done it too. He started it, he broke his arm so other bro did it, never stopped, but then again this is the first time he talks since stories, other bro talks the same in mind.
But he puts on a good face to help people feel better about life, cause its actually a great place and theirs more to it then pain, like pleasure and stuff beyond puzzles and wisdom, that actually makes something completely void of pain, because theirs nothing but fun to candycrush, without ads.
In fact theirs even more then that in the purity of all the things you can make with the study of removing pain from things. So don't think fighting, pain and pleasure are even the top of what life is, lemonade exists too. I saved that stuff however, for someone else to do even better then me, because I bet they could, I'm actually just trying to prevent that person from having to step in and be more then innocently kind, by trying to find a way to allow life to be better then nature and videogames.
Because not only is it like a videogame, it goes beyond that, with things never even dreamed at all. That I see in my dreams, that came after the ones I had as a kid that everyone knows, but after I found this idea to help me and others, that weren't me getting hurt or hurting's things as much as it was about the experiences I can't even describe, for being things in a school beyond the concepts of pain or pleasure, but only once those were as dreams were and as life could be.
Because dreams have more then just games, they have a crescent moon in the blue sky that isn't round at all and huge, but only special helicopter spaceships can build a space station to see it and when I saw it, only one guy and his brother that wasn't me, rather a friend of mine in story, that I had met in dreams like many of my characters, that were equally friends I met as real versions that aren't the story that's a game where they choose the endings not me, mine just to tell how that place isn't bad.
But thing is, that moon is far in the dream world past the ages of just fighting, but I admit it has nightmares, but not any different from like they are in a dream, where you wake up after and its fine, but in life better, for being when you want them. Which is what I'm looking for, I just don't like when trolls try to make fun of me, for their repressed desires to hurt others which while some may actually be concerned about my mental health perhaps.
I'll admit its healthy to want to attack things and even fun to hurt something in a game like two boys wrestling in the woods of tribes as they would have back in the day, so I don't blame them and while they do get more of the cruelty then I managed while wishing I could do what they do.
I really think I can find better then they or what have today, if I find a way to make life as games, then transcend that with things like I've already made, but only in small part for finally reaching a place in polygons that starts to look like a game.
Yet I'm serious about the pain, for those who'd prefer it, as I think justice deserves only what life offers but in the hands of man, since I find if pagans were killed in medieval times, but modern days bring them back to practice, then pagans never left and neither did those who changed or those born after them, so I find that maybe we all do come back again after. If we do, then surely I can speed up the process somehow and I finally found a maybe, from this rampant rage.
Which I'm sharing on my reddit, cause you were rude, but I'm still gonna cut myself in glee for it. However, I'll let you know if I can heal it, try even proving it with a video cause that accidental time, it just popped away instantly.
Yet I'm still gonna say that science can do even slight worth to this anyways, even if it takes days after me at all, for them to try for what indeed to far without redemption in actual cases of murder, where the killed asked for it, is still too far, but maybe a few cuts and a doctor in a controlled setting of game or watch, can actually none the less let those two people come close to fair justice.
Because I actually don't think its right, to kill someone, but its equally unfair force something that wants to hurt someone to have absolutely no way to do what they can't help but mentally desire, because that's not actually fair solution, to simply the fact that half the time they are born that way and the other half of the time they're made by abuse and its the anger from it they can't help but vent as it, that sometimes art, while art can suffice is left incomplete because they don't have release from it.
Although I'm more of a psychopath, you'll have to ask someone I met, who later realized something of his own maybe without realizing what he met as me was doing something for himself, that he was more of a sociopath's case for.
Still, Justice remains for what is injustice, but I can live with even just the chase of what I'm chasing and the bonus is what I get if I get it, because firstly I got too into it to ever look away and I found out eventually its just cause I have predator instincts, but theirs not reason to hunt animals, they called me evil in videogames and story and gave me the idea of worse and I'd actually rather fight a monster as a giant beast monster or play team red team blue, rather then do more the play a dark art style or light.
Because all those villains ideologies are framed bad, but if they'd tried playing the good guy instead. They'd actually find the same villains plan, like my own, could in light of real worth in sense of justice, wouldn't be failure but rather the ability to have just life, not endings that don't have restart buttons but waiting lines of crime, to ends of second chances, that can't unless one of them tries to do something about themselves, enable them to have what they want, or even feel good about it.
Cause I still feel great and happy and even nice, clean and just an animal that likes to bite.
Cause you aren't actually supposed to eat your species, its not actually healthy for your brain, it doesn't actually feel as good because the instinct is for conflicts of survival feud in the species and you'd rather they be on your side then have to stop them cause they aren't.
They aren't because in nature its a feud of resources, but modernity doesn't have that, it has paranoia that something is wrong, when nothing is wrong, because nothing is wrong, but you need to ensure it stays that way, so you still need to practice surviving somehow. Which either means games larp normal, or if you dare, being able to tolerate a little or more pain, especially in moderate amounts because I can't say everything is as nice as me out there, until it fixes itself or is solved in sense beyond the concept of good or evil, because sometimes their are things like animals hungry or more, that while this solves people on a planet, you need the survival to survive things past this age, especially with practice of it.
Beyond arguments on the internet, so while I can't tell if coronavirus is natural, manmade, fake or real ( its probably real). I'm gonna say that's actually good practice fake flag or not, for what people should do to try and survive be it learn not to die at all like me, or otherwise.
Toilet paper is not food, only the paranoid preppers in texas still have water in their toilets, the rest didn't listen to them when they said you need to know how to survive, much as I can take nature again and make it into technology, just as I did with garbage quickly, because I trained in pareidolia and I'll even show proof, by doing it this summer too, with the natural. So while I never suggested the kings as just those in power actually make a disease, whether they did it because they didn't realize how serious I was about what I just said or did, cause I was more honest on my writings offline about it, reached a time period I couldn't complete regarding extinction.
As I needed more people and had to study garbage to know the answer beyond my selection of adapting to adaption as my choice for solving my survival needs, which was a year before cornoavirus when it started, among hundreds of thousands of people that can't even listen or learn from something that says not what was in the class room but beyond it. Which no one can even just tell them, because the amount of psychosis inducing internet memes is ridiculous and no one was prepared not for what they were taught, but what science discovered after they graduated highschool and as it was being taught.
Which like my posts today are included in but not excluding the rest, isn't actually suggesting its fine, but rather that we actually need to practice surviving or we will loose what we have right now, so I wouldn't actually be surprised if either they made it just cause they needed to kill something, or funny enough yet, didn't realize that in least of the circumstances, its actually a vital way to ensure humanity even survives, because its forced to adapt to it, or it dies. Which like an alpha lion eating his weak child because it didn't manage to escape, ensures the tribe of lions doesn't go extinct.
Still, its wise to offer anyone as many chances as they can, such as vaccines, occult, my stuff beyond it I swear did deal with the coronavirus and maybe random other shit I put in my mouth, might healt cuts too we'll see, today it cured brainfreeze.
But you really should expect more to come past this and I'm not pleased with intentionally killing people, but I'll say I'm on the side of what survives and I'm gonna try to survive, but also think that the coronavirus is in best, mother nature making sure what gets off the planet, makes it to another one or not at all, cause that place is even harder then this one and everyone just expects scientists to figure it out, but they call a guy who has bright ideas crazy for not knowing half of what all this said because they thinkt they finished highschool and that's all they need.
But I bet that in the future, adults go back to school after a few years to actually be on top of the pile, taught by new teachers the same age as them that discovered it. Either that or they can't do the business they work for's new job requirements, or they can't even start a business cause the work load will take the next 60 years to finish if you pass, cause you chose to stay in the year 2030 for a lifetime and we've gotten to 3790 by now, so you better start studying like I did for the last 7 years, cause I'm just going where I want.
I bet they finished this thing already, as in human history and the manifestation of all things in the infinite of forever and after, you just have to think your way to where they got or do it again your way to get there yourself or hitch a ride with someone else, the rest just stay behind in older years.
Maybe if you tried, you could go see them build the great wall of china, a few hundred orbits of earth towards china. I bet it took fucking ages, but these days its done, today I traveled to a timeline that got me my meth earlier then before with my guy, usually after dark, today I got it during the day.
So I'll say one thing, my timeline selection clock works like magic, but like typing intent and having it happen straight after instantly, they call it a coincidence, but damn was that coincidence fast, accurate and precise. Most people wait six months to get a new a book, or years for a little wealth, all I did was use quantum collapsed pattern positions to tunnel through the uncertainty of matter.
Until I located a likelihood that guaranteed technology from the parsemy code searches then from a raw material began a year long rapid progression of its unused undiscovered materials until it made all my technology I wanted and dreamed for years thinking I needed science to do it the whole time.
Although in the end I decided to do the magic not with protophorms of plato's cavern exterior, but rather I will use my materials for them, by building complex special effects from paper particles. That will make me happy, but they likely won't be easy to use in real fighting, in same beauty at least, as when they are used for larping or more artistic and complexly studied craft and limited resources, you'll need a vaccuum or winning the fight to pick up, instead of drink mana potions for now.
Work in progress for this months month almost long meth binge, cause my other dealer died and this one is more expensive, but isn't a dealer so I'll have to figure that out next month, or maybe keep working on the withdrawal cancelling, I felt high before I got the meth today though, I drank 2 energy drinks and candy and while smoking between busses I almost felt that really fucked up anxiety like feeling in my nose for a second, that I felt only on meth.
So I'm guess either the timeline selection was really fast then even faster in less fast ways, or I replicated a vague high feeling reminiscent, without taking any meth, with a few redbull and candy and a simple gaze at an imaginary meth crystal. It's cause one of my patterns felt like toothpaste, but as a drawing, so I concluded that chem patterns can make chemicals physical, but if you use them right, you can put them directly into your brain and have the effect influence you there from sight.
Since the pattern is drawn in your brain as chemistry and matches the definition you encode. Cause I tried that before too, it got me high as I defined it to be, like an acid tap you stare at for exactly what you said, but its once again, precisely what you said, so I can't make meth, without what it looks like. Which I'm not gonna share, but I'll draw it so I don't have to buy it and hide my helper in my room.
Cause I won't get you high on it, but lets see if I can get myself high on it next month without cash, cause I bet anyone who does that shit would be thankful for it, really, is it the drug or the money you saved from it, rather then put back into it that you wanted from the meth to begin with.
If I can make the same thing on paper, intended in gaze intentional to produce, then I'm gonna buy it to snort it, but I'll have that tab until I can find a dealer at least. Or I'll use that other one I tried a while ago but keep forgetting in one of my books cause meth makes you think you don't like other drugs, but if you just took it you'd actually get off your ass anyways and do stuff.
Although it turns up the anxiety for weed the first few times and that tab I made is good, I looked at it on the bus and then I decided to get off the bus and walk 40 minutes home, even if I found no meth that evening.
I picked the right colors and the right meaning and when I take it out its like mix of smeegle from the fucking lord of the rings and excited quickly get it right in front of me, then I just stop after a while and I just kind of suddenly feel way better then before, forgot I did that and just have fun for the rest of whenever however long it lasts till I forget about it and then regrettably always forget about it, so I remember later on when I'm out of meth on occasion, almost lost it one day months after using it at all, just remembered it now, didn't use it that time cause I was on meth.
Doesn't feel like meth. Don't do meth, try drawing an encoded pattern placebo of your specified sigil intended self designed art style based feeling, for multipurpose use, that can help make you hallucinate, or play videogames on it, or see entities or a bunch of other shit like make chemical like substances and all sorts of other shit.
As with polygons that do virtually anything, which did you know you can eat paper, and food coloring is a thing, or better berries, try getting hemp paper though if your gonna eat it. Seriously, I ate paper once, its chewy and it feels good on your teeth, a little like virtually everything. But hemp's better, trees clean climate change, its cheaper to do hemp anyways, the tree stuff should be fancy expensive paper with slightly different properties, like all the paper kinds you could possibly get from plants.
Each folds, looks, feels, sounds, a bunch of other shit, unique and grew as your air purifying, feeding, all purpose satisfying natural container that equals gods infrastructure for his hamster cage. As a joke.
Part 2: Chapter 1 the paper to maybe I don't exist in the universe.
Seriously, start with the paper, I haven't figured out how to go back to the stone age yet, but doggo deman wanna play minecraft real life version and not on easy mode all the time.
Maybe he'll even get to the metal age with his stuff, but that sounds like something harder then making super dense diamond level paper stuff with a little bit of glue and probably a lot more pressure then you think, cause you still can't fold paper seven times, even if you use a pressurized press they use for steel, it just snaps in half, then confetitifies.
In fact, if a bible can save you from a gunfight, I bet paper can actually be a great bullet sheild. Which by the way I found a way to make it even harder then 7 layers for impossible bend fold. INfact, this shit does so much shit in atleast material to interceptic visual terraformation technics, that its actually super useful for cheap scenery and world building.
But its really has to be done with hemp as its more efficient and I will guarantee the harder stuff past the paper, is actually far more powerful, but its either university, or back to the stone age or self taught from online courses chemistry with doggo deman. Although he actually really like the paper thing and will keep it, cause months and months ago he wondered what you could do if you took chemicals instead of markers and put it in the paper.
That shit sounds like the even more real then marker level property alteration multi-purpose substance constructible material I've accidentally discovered in books and printer emissions as trees.
But I'm gonna say some of it is probably more dangerous then you think and for that reason I'm gonna presume science keeps its chemicals to itself, markers were checked for at least poisons or dangers, I have childrens markers and I'll say it's not magic and dragons, just potentially very powerful technology and substances especially.
Because my think makes neat never before existent semi-real fake substances, but yet has technology like science, cause I'm not gonna redo the business's been there done that, I'll make something beyond consumerism usefulness with it. My first selection was pain and pleasure, which started to work well past the angst of the last few months receding to model notes.
I plan to build stuff as example tech starting this month, including cutting myself with it, to see if I can heal my wounds to be super good at surviving, then find ways to perceive other dimensions by dying like a teleporter.
Doggo deman wanna be the doctor from back to the future and rick from rick and morty, but like a weird slightly disturbing doggo deman eccentric that looks like an artist making art scifi stuff, as he slowly blows the worlds mind with technology he already made some, didn't share it though kind.
So he will be this universes professor doctor character, like rick, doc, proffesor oak, doctor who or the professor or some other clidhe doctor character in scifi, but at 24 and meth addicted not crazed electric hair or otherwise examples of other universes ones.
Cause I ran out of other options for my character and I feel early enough in this thing to be gandalf, so I'm running with sketchy antisocial nice artistic hyperational science occultic averence alchemis wizard savant syndrome head injury pscyhosis induced clinical lycantroped maygenius doggo deman. Cause that's all I could fucking think of for what I amassed as selected in an over compensation for not wanting to be an english teacher.
Only cause I didn't do my sciences past grade 10 but suddenly wanted scifi magical adventures as a life using multiverse plus beyond like concepts and fiction like shite, like my non-existent adventure dreamed post nightmarish horror grimoir I was making instead cause I was skeptical of my lifes dream being possible, but I canceled nightmare grimoir of death from boredom and added nice parts too between vented into less passion violent destruction crave ramblings, until I climaxed in horror you'll see oneday with extended prewritten second part to it and moved on to greater things then penis fueled violent death fantasies.
Like saving the world from evolving into other species such that human's didn;t exist. Which I finished in mind already, won't be the stories ending cause its an adventure not a preloading solution I just discussed and I'm waiting for the sequel of how I got there left unfinished, so needed to make real technology for it in its primitive age progressing to its scifi age there, to then finish what I left as an open end for a sequel that was more time travel related fun stuff.
I'm a fucking weird semi-pansexual semi-straight, hate fems sexually doggo deman, that will be your more artistic, occult, mildly similarly would wear doctor who like clothed/sketchy clothing I don't fucking know I'm hurting myself cause I got too good at this stupid overly exploding infinitely evolving doggo deman go do fucking crazy shit for long woof time and got too great tooo quickly no one noticed but me so I better hurt myself to feel better about how great I am until I heal it make it worse, admit I actually suck balls and am just a narcissist with too many issues and keep smiling and doing stupid shit until I die, manage to make myself live forever, or someone figures it out, I think I already found my method.
Idk what to do, I'm too fast, I'lll wait 50 or 100 years till it get more interesting, or go travel multiverse this months warmer days for a dream world adventure as another universe I made that doesn't use paper, isn't nature's stone age partially related and will be a way for me to actually get off my ass and have an adventure instead of write about one, and always comment. I'll bring phone, take pictures and hopefully you'll either be so skeptical you'll think I faked it by finding and making it all for years but never find where I hid it after, or you'll beleive me when I start coming back with crazier shit then you expected a fucking artist could.
Cause I'm still mad you think this is art and I'll show you why it's not art, with scifi like shite, that looks way more hightech, kinda like the recent tech photo.
That way some will still not beleive what they see on the internet, I get my ridiculous adventure dreams cause I'll force it in uncertainty cloud isolation here if I have to, by spending enormous effort advancing tech and shite to do it forever or till I die from exhaustion or fix that for myself like a rabid dog hunting fun and adventure. Which some people will be able to think is an art show some wealthy guy made, while I'll be broke as shite, and doing it for real instead with a very low budget phone and probably garbage.
Starting this month, with hardly that at all, just more advanced more interesting slightly more tech like stuff, cause ironically, If I'm doing it the real way, I can't buy the nice looking stuff and will have to do it my way somehow, if I make it or just fail from futility I like breaking. So I will keep picking at this wall until you all die from old age and see you next time you come back, like last time when I was also running the illuminati in another body somewhere cause no one was watching and they died and I kept going and then got bored and did it again.
Or something, cause I imagined that and I would laugh if exceeded the expected logical capacity of what a feeble doggo deman can do, just cause he's definitely in psychosis right now and definitely high on meth, much like the last guy saw me die from a meth overdose my parents reported on the reddit because the timeline couldn't allow them to see it, so it switched it with a double, while I kept going cause you didn't wanna beleive.
Chapter 2: From thinking too far in time, all the way to I don't process this essay consciously.
Doggo deman thought too far ahead, but he can also already do that kindof thing above. He already figured that out, he actually ran out of initial plans for where he was going and will have to have a worst psychosis then ever before to suddenly find things beyond just his masochism and sadism to do, while he cuts himself for fun and does way more.
Or just kinda doesn't shut up and keeps making claims and vague small approaches and encroaches into this absurd dream until he dies of old age, comes back and tries again until he isolates by death, a timeline where he lives longer, gets murdered and tries again and again to do infinite things until he does do it like a broken seizured mental illness.
He already think he found a way to try again if he get murdered soon, it seems to work on the came back end, not the I remember how I got to the point I died and came back here to fix it. But I guess that's as uncertain because you actually can't be convinced of anything unless you actually beleive it, but this is as far as I got and you might have to beleive you can feed yourself rescources, fix pains in body yourself internally and keep it up, to live long enough to find out, or you know, die of old age wondering why I look so much younger, unless your new, at which point I'm twice your age but you wanna fuck me cause I got muscle or someshit.
I bet the old guy seeing my random photo that somehow looks younger then the last one, one an old dated polaroid photo, with a data from idk I'll find a more convincing one, might give him the chance to start and get yound, I hope my sister catches on soon, she didn't wanna grow old, but I hear some people are way more into it then you think.
You can also hitch a ride for a while then fuck off, never come back just to get the ideas between you and the thing you want, I'm an artist, its my style, someone please stay my friend for a while, but fon't forget to message me, I will, because it never actually was any different, cause I'm brain damaged.
I wrote over 1000 words, its in the comment.
As a child I had savant syndrome for innovating idea projects, then I hit my head on a family antique attacking my dad cause he drunkenly threw keys at me, then I thought nightmare fuel until I got some post traumatic stress disorder, got bipolar from adhd pill withdrawals and already had adhd, then schitzophrenia from meth withdrawal, which turned into schizioaffective from withdrawal from ahdh pills after I was done meth withdrawal.
Then overfilled my brain with parsemy memetic math idea generators until it was wiped about 9 times. While giving myself more posttraumatic stress disorder enjoying and fearing imagined hells to have fun making them later, went back on the meth for months on end, where I became a broken, still mildly attractive derpy faced hardly talking, mostly barking in person while sitting surrounded by arbitrary stuff in random arrangements doggo deman.
That never fucking shut up on the internet, took the crazy calling and criticism personally as self improvement tips until they ran out of arguments accept I don't understand you and I'm not telling you you look like a perfect dream story already finished but how the fuck that absurd you must be crazy, cause I am.
Its cause I got hit in the head and saw above in a story I first gave up on, through myself into depression braving it cause I liked it cause it turned me one, then after the year I stole the british version of a clock work orange I'll return on amnesty day, went with a british america version aka canadian one and started writing more then how Alex the character I made for myself died, He died by being sown to the entire planet as a head of a giant worm fly monster that was made of sown corpses, which he controlled but was corrupted by his book present then.
Until he got bored after writing the story, cause he wanted to do something else then write that thing for as long as his life was.
So by doing the same thing metaphorically with the opinions, he sowed himself to everyones ideas, not their bodies and gave them free choice to do whatever the fuck they wanted, trying to make it better as often and continuously until he was drunk as he could.
Then he used the convinient position between everything as the godhead erupted in him, to decide not pain he liked or pleasure he also, or even guru hippie stoner irrelvancy, but all three at once and more. That was at start, then he got to the above post, cause before this reddit he rambled on to most other reddits and no one beleived him much until he paper patterns that were slightly interesting and then he was left alone again cause meh again.
So he kept posting stuff like he did before the pattern thing, hopefully this month is slightly more interesting after a break of obsessively cutting paper, drawing patterns, posting them and repeat for 5 months, until they had properties but now comes inventing with them somehow, as substances still needing and could have more effects.
So hopefull I'll shut up after this meth seizure where I get obsessed with typing but at least I'm sitting down this time at my laptop, worsening it, this is like my book I try writing. By the way this is actually a seizure symptom, its called Hypergraphia, but I swear it all made sense to me as it spasmed across my mind and I wrote it down as extensive levels of information to process and I'm back in the mood of typing words on my computer, and inventing.
When I started this reddit I was doing that, but it was shitty cause I knew nothing on how to invent with paper and other stuff, now I do so lets hopefully shut up now and show you what Hypergraphia is, so you recognize my long monologues I also think in private, are both a seizure worth of information, that also makes sense, cause my brain switched to that method of processing my inspired rambles through the tendric realm on plans and various plus.
Sometimes I forget what I was thinking half way through cause my brain ran out of room, deleted the thought mid sentence, then I just conclude I've had enough and ramble on about other stuff, as I begin to hallucinate eyes closed cause my memory needs to be transferred to long term, then I pass out cause I'm usually exhausted, wake up, repeat, and I'm still pretty sure I already died Troll, like a bunch of times cause this is a literally seizure.
Its also my surreal ectacy I crave, love and forever repeat as my ambrosia of designer psychosis induced by over programming my brain in parsemy, to focus on precisely what I wanted and liked, which had extremes compared to others, to show how far they could go, but yeah were ridiculous I might die from sheer magnitude before I reach hardly one, but I guess I'm still wasted on this highly lengthy one time thought processing to get me the context for where I am next gonna go.
That doesn't process in thought words, by the way, but typed breath and hey press reading, cause I can't process this speed quickly in thought. If I wanted faster I'd use a pattern with the intention some high value I still can't think of, draw it, stare at it until the hypnagogia draws it from the arrangement array and then I'll have the answer from process simulation.
Chapter 3: The Super intellect, from coding found here, upgraded to speed up my progress through a parallels timeline, cause people were mean and I got tired of them not listening to me.
As based on operators equated to all or most results of value, locate my needed value and do it faster, then thinking, but only cause I drew it, it took longer, but I got so many more answers then I needed visually displayed as a substance in front of me.
its cause if a psychopath suddenly realized it can think forever and never get bored of that, find better then its instincts of nature in it in nicer and kept going too long they'd basically be stuck there permanently cause they built a hypercomplex field of their own mental illness to hide in as a fantasy world and spam on the internet as a healthy alternative to nature.
So Doggo deman will continue, either he dies at the end cause it was just to trick him into being a good boy but he got too mindfucked by what he did to brain cause he was actually super fucked up and god smited him with an eternal cure, or he will succeed at his absurd dream cause he a good boy and he trying to get there really hard like the bunny told him to.
Either way my enlightenment concludes that is a fair and worthwhile proposition.
Onwards to my decaying life, that finally messaged his friends from university after 5 years and texted for longer then one day then nothing for another year. aka what most should have killed themselves in last year but kept going cause doggo deman like playing with garbage, then going caveman just to keep having fun, bought electricity cause he didn't do his taxes last year and a computer cheap for when his big one breaks and he's broke. Then doggo deman did pretty much very little for a month cause he did all this ridiculous stuff for years.
That was his break, now restart, might kill him, he said he might have died a few times already. Either way, karma or fair justice for a nice doggo deman, he will keep going.
Idk, it's still definitely not believable, its just in his perception, when is it gonna get more believable, I'll be honest, it might just get more special effective, cause I think God said larp but you can hurt yourself yourself long before anybody plays with it and you stuff is still gonna be a toy not a real thing, cause even he doesn't trust me with more then, until I'm more observed and reasonably more secure to fun doggo deman toys.
Cause seriously don't give a predator ways to kill things in super ways, unless its at least been shown able to be a good boy in moderately spikey things he promises and lost interest in leaving on the ground somewhere just incase someone stepped on it, even though he thought of that, it was equally to tell someone so they keep an eye out for it.
While he step on plastic ones he made like a more uncomfortable leggo brick, infact, if you make a plastic one, and put it somewhere, I might step on it cause that's actually like one of those spikey bushes.
I stepped on those bushes as a kid, and touched them, and stuck my hand in red ant nests and black ants, and ate the ants and idk, that's a good fifth ending to this seizure, I need a smoke. I'm closing the internet after cause I'm done my got home, high and want to ramble for however long I post under here from above marker.
Just to see me speed of memetic word count processing also to be posted.
Well, I started this typing seizure at 9:24 PM at night, when I looked at the clock after completing, while the "conversation with the troll" included like three smoke breaks, my phone died before completion.
So I continued on my computer cause I was mad until I turned nice again, then I thought of something else in the comment section for who knows how fucking long, cause without smokes after around 10:30, I typed continuously until 1:22 in the morning. So I will go for a smoke. The comment was atleast 1000 words long.
I think I just wiped my memory again or atleast short term, I love that feeling, it feels like a rushing torrent of water, but as memes spewing by at max speed as I rapidly type them on a computer to never see or remember them again.
I seem to do it for just the experience of those beautifully mildly narcissistic, probably incompatible to process completely for humans without some training and pre-excersize spews of my brain seizures. That will be a big data of the internet, some complex likely lovecraftian like cult will decode for centuries or bury in some hole I already found for you.
Which may secretely still know the whereabouts of me. I might be hiding in that hole, but maybe I'll go in another hole, I didn't tell you where the hole it.
That cult will likely be viewed as the one lovecraft fears, but I do it with love and care for all of mankind and doggo deman kind, still they have called me possesed. I'm possessed by a second self, after I tried to kill me forming a hoarcrux as me so ended up having open space for my dead brother that died from hottub conception,.
then tried to come back younger, but couldn't so I turned half undead by brain damage, so after I had been haunted by him from a young age, he entered me, we discussed for a while after first not realizing it, cause he might have been there the whole time and we became good bros in my head.
Plus their wasn't much to say we didn't like in all of pain or pleasure left but barks and gibberish plus I love you bro, hold my dick and then lets go save world from my paranoia I imagined, fapped and solved like a lunatic.
Cause I actually was serious about fixing me in a way that fixes me on my own own so it actually works for me. Now I need a smoke and I definitely forgot what I was gonna say. So I exceeded my computational velocity and crashed to reset.
Thus I can no longer process anything I've said here.
Satisfying finished, next I color pictures of the supervillains.
Its a good thing I made sure I'm not the final boss or the hero, but the secret ending boss you get that isn't evil but can be faught for super cool loot as some kind of immortal object put in the game to ensure they don't break the simulation and makes sure the adventure is fun while having his seizure adventure as a highly deep complexly load temple run by a cheat code accidental auto load for others.
I know yall were headed on some scifi science adventure, this is just the advertisement for the sequel after you finish the time line in my other posts from earlier in this ramble.
Since I believe like four o'clock before my mom told me to change seats cause its hers and no wonder doing this standing up hunched over my phone compresses the shit in my upper intestine until it feels cold there.
I told you I keep rambling after I loose track of what I was gonna say, I don't remember it, it was beautiful feeling but its actually gone now forever, oh well, the rest felt the same, see ya, doggo deman go type more in silence.
This is what his 2000 page grimoirs are like, but for 2000 pages +, cause I made two of those but only one of them took three or four months up until I discovered paper was good for inventing what I discovered was patterns chems months later on a break.
ONWARDS TO MORE BRAIN DAMAGE! WOOF! I"M ADDICTED TO IT!
Chapter 4: I though I was done, but no theirs more! 1000 more words atleast!
Maybe I'm somekind of multiverse, stuck in a small frail squishy doggo deman actually named Logan, random silent walking by stranger of small town saying nothing, parents know the pile, not what's inside it, no one even the internet seeing the logs knows all the stuff I forgot.
Then some got deleted as just updates, hardly what I did on this reddit, what are in the mystery notes and more, but I bet it could make a whole other modern world if it was built up by people in separation, processing it while I'm gone. Which I'll come back to, get bored rinse repeat.
Although people are welcome to do similar to what I did here and continuing, to make with apart from me a giant multiverse worth of stuff for others to enjoy.
Cause I'm just the secret random ass guy with his own copy of virtually a second personal internet of completely different culture, that people think is an obsessive art project until it hopefully reaches something they'll be confused about, cause it'll look more like scifi or at least a real science laptop level science complex, but that alas will take more time.
Cause this is still sort of somewhere in the pre-electrict victorian age. That's probably why I started seeing victorian dressed people using this stuff as a timescenery of the actual universe not my do it all like a bunch of people did, as a hoard of one doggo deman brain, that probably came from there, was dropped off here cause they already perfected world travel.
So they thought they'd give you the keys, so you could try if you translated it.
As I like that one, I really want a place that relates to me to exist, somewhere in the world that mostly says nothing on this reddit, watches in confusion, or tells me I'm an artist, meth addicted, retarded and should die. So I go all sadomasochistic all sarcastic but serious about what I'm joking about.
Cause I forgot what I was gonna say again.
I think it was that , oh right, it was that by the time that guy said that, the amount of people that called me crazy, idiot and more I met previously had corroded into from a rage, to a kindness, to a humoured sarcastic banter, to recently eating them as I ban them, shooting them virtually on the internet, then to this, which represents hurting myself trying to find a way to heal it without a bandaid, to post it on the internet, cause I want to, not cause of you, fuck you.
Love you though, your funny I swear you've been stalking me for years. or you and your cult of trolls are exactly the fucking the same and I can smell you from one post away, but that's cause you sent me so many nice things.
Me and my bro pretended you were one of them but then we decided you were being very annoying unlike him and so while you seem to like bothering me with that, I wish you'd be nicer like my bro, he at least stopped with what we thought up between pain and pleasure when I conceded and said woof.
Infact I was all trying to help him, but screaming no, no no its scary, oh, I fixed it for others that don't like it so they don't need it, then I when I ran out years ago, I made doggo deman as a side project, as my own custom design bro likes too.
However, I hope you have a good day, if you keep bothering me I'll bad you again cause I can smell you like a hound, I wish you'd try being more civil.
It might help you out oneday, given you seem adamant at trying to hurt people. He also seems to know pokemon somewhat, neat, I like this one:
It's called inversion of memetic personality, you can find what someone is really saying based on the memetic spelling of the terms and how something has to fit in the lack of reasons for why you say the things so often, so while you kept talking on the reddit.
I ran out of ones I hadn't heard already and hadn't actually applied to my own thinking, which I took very seriously, because I didn't mimic you, I'm basically just one of you, drunk on an obsession for the better of more then what they usually get, cause I really think you aren't getting the full of what you want.
Cause last I got paranoid about someone sneaking into my house at night, I wrote on a wall or elsewhere, that the guy downstairs killed me, then I went down there with a sharp knife, happily in glee swung it around looking for the intruder who wanted to kill me like a psychopath, found none and put knife back. If you wanna kill me, expect the like of yourself, waiting at home.
Practice is fine, but why bother, I'll do it myself eventually just to come back so things like you can have something fair and not illegal, cause I swear justice does catch up to what isn't justice, even if I ensured it, by not touching a simulation, but rather the natural simulation before simulations are made.
Which can't exactly be deeper, cause I can't even think of more, except what is simply not this reality, but the rest of them. So don't try more then claim of spirit, try more intelligently, that sometimes prism and prison both exist and so do hippies, but they all got arrested in rome, cause the soldier after definitely saw a better for what those three, were trying to kill each other for.
BUt what another thought maybe if I write down a story about why that that's fucked up, make it unclear which I am as author, they'll pick the side they sided with until I end up coming back from death by old age cause they don't have internet, as none of them, while not anything then when bible written.
Such that when I come back it's arranged so someone see's what I probably had figured out the first time on my own, too rapidly, leaving piles of books and miraculous mysteries they fought over and knew not who done it for years, cause it wasn't even who they thought, but who'd even believe a guy if he told them, until he died and they found it, with no internet to try better.
They always just find it after he dies, or leaves on his own, cause their too busy arguing over politics, then they loot some house, but this time its online for who watches for once.
In fact, while I am beginning to imagine how I could have written but not been in a story like the one they fought over, by actually testing it. Since you'd need to be certain, even if you wanted them just to believe.
Then I guess I would have had to think like all the people I put in it. Which I do, just as one person of all those opinions and ideas I agreed with, in everyone else, even those who said nothing at all, but didn't believe me, then I even made a couple more no one even knew about and could and will add more.
So know that if you keep coming back and I ban you so many times you get quicked off reddit I hope you know to use another IP address, cause the internet is actually in need of more user based self built up security systems.
Cause all these anti-virus and other shit are garbage, but for everyone including any random hacker, government, serial killer or me pressing buttons every time one of them fucks with my phone to get it back to normal.
Too bad I only learned about the first two how to of java and the beginners guide to programming on godot, so can't code worth shit in sense of words used in computer code, but I made my own language for my brain to use out of words matching parts I see I could name, or rarely added, so I have a highly complex layered depth of knowledge, in a pareidolia and not physical landscape.
Pariedolia is between matter and mind, its not physical, nor mental, it exists in non-existence, because pareidolia doesn't exist, but self supports, because it constructs itself and supports itself as it shifts across infinity.
Although I had no idea when I started, I picked everything is true, that got me straight to pareidolia. If only I had known that when I accidentally thought everyone was true, cause sometimes I misay words in mind.
Saying the wrong one and rethink a different sentence instead, but oh no, too late I computed something fucking ridiculous and concieved the pattern it was as a processed data, that immediately made me go completely fucking nuts and start listening to music on a scale of things not even sane or insane, rather as I predicted, they'd call me nuts, until slowly they'd start to freak out.
Cause the amount of words was all I needed to start equalling the likes of science, in ways that didn't make sense, so I spent time studying internet conversation, and a bunch of other stuff.
Cause I swear, everything anyone says is true, but only if you take it past magic as coincidence, so science of what it says as a model that sounds magical, but is actually literal about it.
But because its literall, some stuff is harder to achieve in ways of real, rather then game methods that make the parties involved more willing to do the same thing without paranoid for years prior, leaving who knows what it the sewers that fixes them all while everyone didn't beleive them and they just kept going, in all shapes and sizes, so it's not even important that I'm here cause it was already fine.
I'm just crazy and I'm doing what I was told this place was, a place where people did stuff they wanted, some people hated you but you try to live life as best as you can make it, grow old and die, atleast unless I hear some guy tried hard enough to improve it, but heck maybe one day I'll get bored, die off, but I wanna know that shit like a science and drive it wherever I can take it.
Cause I watched the movie the fly, but believed cracked.com about how teleporters kill you to work, so I better die to teleport, cause someone said some would do it and I'm a really, really bored psychopath the scientists are still kicking my ass and I really actually genuinely wanna help in a nice way, cause I wrote too many violent stories I wanna share eventually and got bored of it.
Either that or I masturbated one too many and lost interest in eating flesh, moved on to all the way back to normal gay sex.
Just cause I'm deciding to be more honest then I was about my personality as I got older, cause when I was a kid I thought people hated me for it from television, but I'm equally actually kindof nice, cause I wish I could be more of an extravert like in grade 7 when the teach worried I'd get lost in the crowd for being too easily distracted leading pretend as a child until they got scared of me cause I always became bad at some point then nice again.
But I decided to just go with both, nicely instead. That taught me to live, rather then be extremes that aren't natural. So now I'm gonna finally go for that cigerrete, figure out how to talk like a normal person cause I sound too fluffy and childish theses days from lack of words to say in person.
Cause how the fuck is anyone gonna listen to me this long, unless their reading a long brochure on my narcissisms that's actually interesting cause he's fucked in the head. Cause honestly I'm actually pretty nice, but then I'll show you a scary story and laugh maniacly, ask if you wanna go have lunch.
Then maybe buy an anarchist book or get some other free book from the college, shove it in my room and never read it like randonauts suggests, wants to be an english teacher, became what honestly I don't think anyone knows what, while making paper shapes for 6 months that meant what is he doing I'm confused until I found a way to invent with it from gain properties to manipulate.
Then got bored and waited to show what they could do, cause its a little complicated to explain and you'll see, but hey, at least they looked nice and had trippy shapes on them as I finished progressing another science.
It points the other way most often, but the reason it looks like art is cause once long ago science looked like a bunch of cooking supplies full of chemicals you weren't allowed to drink, some random sculpture shapes and arbitrary fancy art, like those weird glass prisms, those ways to make perfect circles, those funny crescents, glass blowing like shapes no one knew what the fuck the point was.
I'm sure they called science art too, before it had a laptop to convince the people with shiny lights and better board games then I've ever seen.
Until some computer engineering military made computers and brought them to the public, who had only just heard of the lightbulb and were happy with that, but somehow videogames got them thinking maybe their was more.
I found more, but most people just called me stupid. cause I re did the whole thing to find it, so I had to look stupider then the present, to start reaching its own present, by first looking like art.
Anyways I need that smoke, I'll close my internet browser now.
fuck I wrote another 1000 pages and its 2:32 now.
Also, I'm not sure if its me or the internets way of treating me that made me a psychopath. Some people were nice though, I like those people, the other ones get my stuff too cause that's how I get my vengence for being called an idiot, only if they want it. If not, fine, fuck off, go bother someone else, or I'll say more random shit to you. Cause you were all very helpful to me even the mean ones, cause I forced it.
I took their name calling as criticism to for need of improvement.
My ass hurts and I can barely stand ( it's not cause I was fucked in the ass cause if the abuse, I can take that like a normal bottom bitch, its cause I also fucked all that name calling in the ass and imagined worse then what it said and fixed that, for what it did to me, cause I'm fucked in the head, we know that already).
I think my lower body almost fell asleep like I just finished a lecture, but I was only hearing the sounds of typing. Good morning, I'll be awake till midnight tonight.
Don't do drugs, they make no one bother to read this, cause it gets you fucked up and makes you ramble like your way intoxicated, but not lying, and write what's on your mind, cause your lonely and you like thinking about what you do. Then some guy pisses you off cause you became too enlightened and made a second science from the one that existed and no one saw that coming and they all call you mean things.
Half my fault, I wish they'd just not jump to conclusions, cause they can't even tell what the fuck it is either.
I know what it is, it doesn't show for in what's posted yet though.
But felt like being honest about it online too, about my head after all this stupid shit, its like an entity that was beaten to a pulp but simultaneously built an empire out of garbage when all hope seemed lost and he'd already developed the technology to do it again after this with other stuff, more often my nicer less actual origin of what I'm even trying to do is explained presently, just random confusion.
I wanted to make a fiction story that solved like anybody the problem of the battle it faught, but in my case I was equally unsure if I was gonna be the hero or the villain so I tried to fix both so they allowed me to be myself because I liked both as characters and beyond, but in a way that actually fixed it for once, so I started working on a city that was intended to be like videogames but real as life, such that you could harm people and then fix them if they wanted only, with research on only improving it and what was beyond it.
So while at first it was a story, then a spirituality, then I gave up on waiting and kept going through its entire progression all the way to where it started to have its capacities in literal nice ways, which can equally help another world do things they wanted in fictional like capacity without being illegal, as just games or inspire other things then this beyond it as other worlds that are something completely unlike. Thats what was intended, the issue is that the attempt to work on that, the work load and the mistreatment drove me loopy.
As it turned me into somekind of eccentric entity thats not even quite human, trying to make its own world, that it will force on no one but who wants, or gladly allow be used by they, which I wouldn't actually wanna rule, I just like making worlds and I'm not forcing anyone to use it, although I would find a place to use it, but I'm actually not gonna force anyone to take part in it unless they feel like it. Which by the way I mostly meant pain toys and pleasure toys I made that you can make yourself with instructions.
Which I might either sell as books for making them, or show online. or maybe improve if someone actually likes them. However I do alot of other shit cause to do what I wanted to do I had to invent a way to time travel through the history of progressions, and accurately model reality faster then science could to catch up, cause it started as an art project I liked too much and had priority seen in polarization of society to try to stop them from having to fight over it in real sense, for what they could just try a game alternatively.
If they wanted to, since that's what I think looks more aesthetically pleasing to mostly my art style, not others, cause I still can't stop others more then adapt to be highly survivable.
I'm making technology for pleasure and pain for now, as well as scifi fantasy like stuff. It just looks like art, cause where else is fiction like technology, if not in the stuff used to make fiction stories, done scientifically.
It's just hopefully this explains what this reddit set I made is about, until I have something to show for, that I'm not lazy enough to just not make cause I wanna see what else I could. It's not perfect yet, isn't science stuff, but like another world's one. It was supposed to be a religion that people would follow for a thousand years, but I got impatient and they'd done that already once, so I went really realy fast and did it all myself.
Then I'll just write a formal guide like when alchemy became science and was just easy to teach in schools, as a book you can buy as a second thing that you can do beyond electricity and stuff.
This is how I took the comments and reddit post I made and recorded it on my blog. With two more to come that are also useful for readers who find here, my isolated blog and reddit in a bunch of other ones.
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