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Where the fuck are you.
What the fuck.
What's going on.
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Where the fuck are you.
What the fuck.
What's going on.
See if there's something on the outside of your visor you can wipe off to see better~!
> Test the ground under your feet, if there is any.
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> Let there be light.
Wonder why there's an astronaut walking around your vastness.
This is a place holder until I think of an awesome signature.
Wipe off the dirt on your visor. For God's sake, no wonder you can't see!
> See if there's something on the outside of your visor you can wipe off to see better~!
> Wipe off the dirt on your visor. For God's sake, no wonder you can't see!
You try wiping off your visor, but you can't even see your own hand.
> Test the ground under your feet, if there is any.
You can't see shit, and you are floating, and there is no response. Where is everyone anyway?
Wait.
Everyone who?
> Recall last thing that happened.
You're the only one you know, and you're not even sure you're you or actually, who are you? What is your name? Are you dead? Is this what being dead feels like? Like you're floating in the middle of nowhere? That's stupid, being dead doesn't feel like anything, that would contradict the very concept of being dead.
So, you're alive.
Or is it the afterlife?
Who gives a fuck.
You're an astronaut, you can tell because you have a helmet on, and there's no gravity. But this isn't space, you would know, in fact, anyone would know, there's no such thing as black-as-far-as-the-eye-can-see in space.
Maybe you're in a black hole.
Maybe there's no such thing as being "inside" a black hole, so you're actually outside of time and space. This would be logical if time and space weren't actually necessary for there to be a reality. But are they, really? You read once that the "subconscious" doesn't really exist, that it's actually the conscious trying to interpretate reality through whatever means it has while you are asleep, and since your senses are shut off, it starts taking your thoughts and memories.
So, in a way, dreaming is being in another reality.
But you can't wake up in a dream, you don't start dreaming and it feels like you've just woken up. That's a lame movie plot. Did you even wake up a few minutes from now? Or did you just phase out while staring into the black void you're trapped in?
> Let there be light.
This is fucked up. Maybe if there was a light, you'd know what to do. Maybe if there was a light you'd wake up and remember everything.
Yes. You have to wake up.
How do you wake up?
Wake up by by beating sleep to death, thus ending where ever you are in sleep land. This will wake you up, but not in the average "open eyes" but in a more hard-boiled COOL PERSON way.
>Close your eyes
Wait no
>Open your eyes
Pose in the most seductive manner possible, then when the sandman comes you kick him in the balls.
This is a place holder until I think of an awesome signature.
You're in a coma.
Attempt to close out of false perception in order to struggle out of it.
>TEAR YOUR MORTAL SHELL OUT OF THE WOMB OF THE HATEFUL BLACKNESS IN WHICH YOU FIND YOURSELF ENTOMBED AND CLAIM AS YOUR BONDSMAN THE REALITY THAT IS BELONG TO YOU.
INHERIT THE EARTH.
Can't draw. Can't plot. Can bullshiz a little.
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I am forced to use the greatest surgical instrument of all: insanity!
Take off the helmet.
Pinch yourself! That always works in Yume Nikki.
> Open your eyes.
Your eyes are open.
> Take off the helmet.
There's no way you're taking off your helmet.
> Go to sleep. Maybe your memories will be more easily accessible in your dreams.
You're afraid you'll die if you go to sleep, but to be honest, it seems like the only thing worth trying.
Sleep comes surprisingly easy when there's no gravity, your limbs already feel pretty numb to begin with, and you're starting to suspect that your oxygen tank is about to be empty anyways.
You fall asleep and you dream.
In your dream, you are alone, but there's ground. You have your spacesuit on, you try to take it off but you can't, you're too scared of something bad happening if you do it.
You wonder if this is reality as well. It doesn't feel real, you are not in control. Somebody else is, something is going on.
Maybe that someone is yourself, though.
Maybe it's -- wait, what is that.
What.
Holy shit.
> TEAR YOUR MORTAL SHELL OUT OF THE WOMB OF THE HATEFUL BLACKNESS IN WHICH YOU FIND YOURSELF ENTOMBED AND CLAIM AS YOUR BONDSMAN THE REALITY THAT IS BELONG TO YOU.
The darkness engulfs you, it floods your suit, it feels like liquid mercury, filling your lungs, tearing your skin, breaking your bones, until there is nothing left but metal and blood and screaming. Your life flashes before you, but you cannot comprehend it, there is too much, too soon, you think you see a glimpse of a dog, or a star, or a refrigerator... nothing makes sense. You scream, and even though you have no body left, you can still hear yourself, and the sheer volume of your own screams tears your non-existant head apart.
What did you do to deserve this?
> Pinch yourself.
You're awake.
What now?
Get up. Examine that vent and the flashing thing. Try and get some of this stuff off you into the vent.
Thank god that your suit has a bathroom in it.
This is a place holder until I think of an awesome signature.
oh good what have I done?-OHSHITSON-
...> Get up, check if face is intact.
Can't draw. Can't plot. Can bullshiz a little.
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I am forced to use the greatest surgical instrument of all: insanity!