Brainpin
So there I was, sitting around the T.V. thinking about all the stories I've been writing, all the potions I've been mixing, and I thought to myself: what is reality? Is it what I see around me? Or is it something that can be changed? Ever the philanderer, I decided to get digging.
"You can take my money, my friends, and my soul, but not the air in my hand!"
It turns out, I was right the first time. Reality can't be changed, so just forget about trying to "save the world" with your recycling, skippy. And if reality can't change, then I can't just go around being other people. That would be cool, too. Imagine if you could just leave your existence behind and be someone else for just a little while, see how they live and such. I've done that before, being a robot and all, but never for profit. Long live the Empire.
"You can take my money, my friends, and my soul, but not the air in my hand!"
It turns out, I was right the first time. Reality can't be changed, so just forget about trying to "save the world" with your recycling, skippy. And if reality can't change, then I can't just go around being other people. That would be cool, too. Imagine if you could just leave your existence behind and be someone else for just a little while, see how they live and such. I've done that before, being a robot and all, but never for profit. Long live the Empire.
Summoned into Existence via Gyrobo | 1:22 PM
There have been 5 Cries of Anguish:
LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE! THE SOUTH WILL RISE AGAIN! Only this time it'll be know as Saltopia!
That's what I keep telling him, but only a fool or a braggart would pay attention to a secret agent like myself.
Where's the intrigue?!
Did somebody mention the South?
I used to be real. Then I got lost in a strawberry field and turned into a lightsaber.
VVvvvvvwwwaaaaam
Why can't I ever seem to take control of a kingdom of my own?! Always a monarch, never a drawbridge.
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