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Ok I am about to say something that is going to give you extreme paranoia, but I promise I will follow it up with something that will make you feel important and cancel the first part out, so whatever you do, don't stop reading this post halfway through.

If the many world's theory is true, there are an infinite number of universes filled with dark planets, which in turn are filled with all manners of eldritch and evil creatures. weird right? but guess what? an infinite number of those creatures are aware of YOUR existence, and are actively hating you and wanting to harm and kill specifically YOU right now.

ok, ok, thats weird, but eh you don't really care, because that is just some abstract reality and infinite distance away that can never reach you.

if there are infinite universes though, them there are an infinite number of those dark beings of all shapes and sizes that hate you, objectivly, not for any reason except that they must hate you, the many world's theory forces them to exist simply to want to kill you. currently there are endless planets of these beings funneling 100% of their efforts into creating a way for them to travel to our universe and eliminate you. if there are unlimited planets doing that right now, well, there must be some that will, and/or, have developed that technology, as well as infinite other technologies and abilities to make killing you easier.

RIGHT NOW these things are hopping from reality to reality, lurking in the shadows, meticulously searching every world and planet for you, specifically you. it's only a matter of time before that find you, in fact, they should have found you already, so why haven't they? maybe one of these Nemises will find you before you finish reading this message, and torture you in unimaginable, unknowable ways before ending your life. maybe they've already found you and are leaning over your shoulder right now, watching you read this, and are just invisible to you.

I bet you looked behind you, but the strange thing is it wasn't there. These Eternal Nemises MUST exist if there are infinite universes, so why arent they here? maybe it's proof the Many Worlds Theory is false? no, it's not proof and I will tell you why.

These things ARE out there, combing through reality after reality trying to find YOU right now. but they have a problem, a barrier so unconquerable that they can't touch you. it's a barrier you have protecting you, that you created just by existing.

If there are any infinite number of these Lovecraftian Nemises out there, then there MUST be something else out there too.

If the many world's theory is true, there are an infinite number of universes filled with light planets, which in turn are filled with all manners of pure and good creatures. weird right? but guess what? an infinite number of those creatures are aware of YOUR existence, and are actively loving you and wanting to help and save specifically YOU right now.

This cosmic struggle has been raging for an abstract eternity and neither side can win. for every Nemisis trying to kill you, there is a Guardian trying to save you. for every Nemisis standing behind you, preparing to eliminate you in some abstract way, whether with a knife or a blast of cosmic force, there MUST be an equal and opposite Guardian fighting with another weapon sacrificing its self out of pure, honest, unconditional, love to save you, annihilating itself and its foe, leaving you none the wiser. there IS a planet full of beings that dedicate their entire lives to save you and help you in every way possible. sadly they can never win, because for every breakthrough one of them has, the Enemy has an equal breakthrough to counter it. They are perfect foes, infinite legions of beings powerful enough to obliterate whole planets, using their unbelievable power to hunt you down and save you, or slaughter you. take comfort in knowing that none of this means anything to you, and it CANT ever affect you. but it IS true, if you accept that the many world's theory is true, and that interdimensional travel is achievable.

I call this Burner's Paradox, for reasons I don't have to share, but if you want to share it or discuss it, the tag is #burnersparadox

I came up with this thought experiment while reading about strange sightings of cryptids and shadow people, as well as sightings and encounters with benevolent forces (guardian angels etc.). in my life I have had many experiences where I see some kind of demon/shadow stalking me and hating me, but I have also had experiences where I felt like something had its hand over me, protecting me, understanding what I'm going through, and loving me. strange lights in the sky, a strange coincidence that seems impossible but happened anyways.

I thought to myself, maybe there are things out there, aware that they were created to help me, and that these feelings were given to them and aren't their own, but choosing to follow them anyways out of care for ME.

I don't know if this was a cursed post or a wholesome post or if anyone will even read this, and honestly, despite some evidence for the many world's theory, I don't believe it's true. none of this is true to me, but it's interesting to consider, and it should rock your world if you are a solid believer in the MWT. know this though, no matter how many cosmic demons are out there, or how many guardians you have around you, you have a friend in me, if no one else, so maybe the battle is just the smallest bit tipped in your favor, and I won't say I'm not fighting cosmic demons right now for your sake.😉

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

#burnersparadox #paradox #philosophy #space #writblr #mindblown #iwrotethisonthetoiletngl #tedtalk

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The Wind

On a Summer's day, the wind blows fast,

The heavens turn grey and overcast,

A storm has come to shed it's weight,

Growing more plants than a gardener great;

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On an Autumn's dusk, the wind blows free,

Making its way through the frost-borne trees,

It pushes and pulls on the dry dead leaves,

More skilled an arborist than man could ever be;

~

On a Winter's eve, the wind blows stark,

Like an angel of death through the wild dark,

The icy cloak culls weak and slow,

More keen at killing than a hunters bow;

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On a crisp spring morn, the wind blows slight,

It joins it's hands with the sun's gold light,

To bring all people so much delight,

Even more than a jovial jester might;

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On this fine day, the wind blows strong,

The very same way it's been blowing all along,

Without it's grace we'd all have woes,

So thank our Lord that the good wind blows.

#poetry #original poem #writeblr #writers #writing #writblr #writers on tumblr

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My freaking light v a n i s h e d

you know those round lights on the ceiling where its like a glass disc covers the light bulbs? yeah well today I looked up in my laundry room and it was gone. it was just the screw and the bulbs, but the glass bowl thing was no where to be found. my washing machine shakes the entire house, so I have no doubt it could have worked the screw loose, but if it had fallen it would have hit tile floor and shattered. I searched the entire room, behind furniture and everything in case it bounced and rolled, but it's literally gone. maybe some malevolent spirit stole it, or it clipped out of reality into the backrooms, or an enderman took it, but it's

g o n e

if anyone finds it let me know.

#mysterious #mystery #light #stolen #please someone help me find him he was all i had #light of my life #funny #story #im not joking where did it freaking go!?

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Oil is lighter than water, so it moves itself to the top. so next time it rains,

1. cover yourself in oil

2. go outside

3. a s c e n d

#tumblr memes #lifeprotips #life hacks

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maybe in some parallel reality, be it someone's imagination or a distant future, humans will have all passed on, and all that's left is our infastructure, overgrown by plants and preserved by nature, and for whatever reason, some being comes along to wonder about us. maybe they boot up an old computer drive they found in a ruined house, and maybe it's the backup thumb drive my friend keeps of our 8 year old (consistently played on and built on) minecraft world. maybe they will spend hours, days, or weeks just wandering around and exploring it, seeing the story and friendships unfold. and maybe they will smile, a bittersweet smile because though they never got to meet us, they still, in a way, did.

or maybe they'll find a fortnite stream and then nuke the entire planet.

#minecraft #game #story #writing prompts #writeblr #writing #writers #fortnite #sad

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Ok so, I was listening to the Minecraft soundtrack, and it is unironically so good. I've been a mincraft player for like 10 years ngl, but I never knew the names to any of the songs (other than the music discs and sweden). I was listening today while watching the rain fall, and it was a freaking spiritual experience.

anyways, all the sudden I hear a song I've never heard before, and I realized that there are a ton of good songs that were never put in the game. THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS! SOME OF THESE ARE SO GOOD!

take this one for example, it was mean to be a music disc counterpart to "Cat". Not only is it better than cat, I think it probably would have been the best music disc in the game.

#minecraft #music #music video #video games #dog #cat #secret #long post #Youtube

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Ok so hear me out.

Walmart has about 2.2 million employees.

THAT IS A HUGE NUMBER

for reference, the People's Liberation Army (Chinese Army) has about 2.1 million people.

my question is, if these two monolithic forces were to battle, who would win?

the Walmart workers have access to all the products they have in their stores, as well as the advantage of numbers. leave your answers in the replies I can't sleep until I know the truth.

#spilled thoughts #thougts #writers on tumblr #tumblr memes #idk what else to tag #what if #questions

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Here is a cool thing I wrote. It's meant to be a prologue, but the book it's a prologue to doesn't exist because I am lazy. If you don't like it, too bad, you just read the whole thing sucks to be you ig.

Earth. 

    A planet full of natural wonders, rich in resources, and green with life, reduced to a festering pile of rubble and poverty. Not decimated by some outside force, no, it was ruined by scientific advancement and the sinfulness of man. The paragons of those horrors were called The Ascended. The Ascended were a group of individuals who had used the secrets of The Breakthrough to ‘ascend’. Each of them gained levels of power akin to those of the gods of legend. Every man, woman, and child in The Empire knew their names. Havoc, Seraphim, Volt, Stratagem, Hive, and finally, The Beholder.

    Havoc mastered the art of destruction. Originally the CEO of the world's leading weapons manufacturer, "Arcturus Armaments", The Breakthrough allowed him to fuse his mortal form with the instruments of chaos he created. Wielding atomic lasers and hypersonic rail-cannons as well as a panoply of other ordinances, he became an unstoppable courier of fire and death. To top it all off, his body was armor-plated in a composite meta-material that left him virtually invincible.

    Seraphim, the biological angel of life, had mastered the power of healing, the inverse of Havoc. Once the world's foremost scientist of medical studies, she created technologies that saved millions of lives. After the breakthrough, however, she melded herself with prototype machines she'd been working on in secret and obtained the ultimate treasure. The terrible prize that so many in history had sought after. Immortality. Any wounds she received closed as quickly as they opened, her aging halted in its tracks. She had an immune system aided by nanotech so that no pathogen stood a chance against her. Alas, she gave in to her dark fantasies of endless reign and destroyed all notes, machines, and evidence of her immortality tech, so that only she would be without a mortal end.

    Volt, the mover of mountains and Hermes incarnate, was once a man known as Ahmad Cunningham. He was the lead engineer of Athletonics Inc, the world's largest manufacturer of cybernetics, as well as his own startup: Fusoria Industries, the most advanced in Fusion power research. Using The Breakthrough, he molded his body into his most ambitious exoskeleton yet. This suit had so much potential that it needed impossible amounts of power to function. The only thing that could fuel such a bionic juggernaut was a prototype fusion reactor that he incorporated into the design. He could run and fly at incomprehensible speeds and could deliver enough energy in a single blow to flatten a skyscraper.

    Stratagem, the shadow of the abyss and master of illusion, was a trillionaire like the others in her former life, but her field of choice was espionage and stealth technologies. The Breakthrough allowed her to become nothing but a whisper on the airwaves, just a flickering of distortion on the edge of the most advanced cameras on the planet. She cloaked herself in stealth tech decades ahead of anything else ever conceived. She was completely invisible to the naked eye, and utterly silent to the ear. The only sensors that could hope to detect her were the ones she herself invented and replaced her eyes with. She could look through concrete walls and magnify her view enough to see miles away.

    Hive, the unfeeling swarm of symmetrical horror, was born out of a man named Stewart Stanford, the Head of Robotics and Androids Research of Rubicon Industries. Rubicon Industries used to be a competitor of Athletonics Inc. until the Ascended took over. Utilizing The Breakthrough, he uploaded his consciousness into his company’s hypercomputers, which were capable of processing petabytes of information per second. In doing so he gained unbelievable power but lost his humanity. After stealing FTL communication tech from a competing company, he could command his legion of millions of drones as if they were his body, seeing through myriads of eyes, controlling an endless swarm of weapons and tools. He could mine resources to create more drone factories and computers for himself, and there was nothing to stop him from doubling his forces every few weeks if left unchecked.

    The final member of the Ascended was The Beholder. Unlike the others, who are all incredibly infamous, few knew much about The Beholder. He used to work as a scientist at Tesseract Labs, whose main goal was to discover the secrets of quantum mechanics and dimensional dynamics. Before The Breakthrough, they had produced an FTL communication prototype, but it had vanished mysteriously, and they lost their government grants. Just before they shut down, an infinite number of new avenues for research opened up thanks to The Breakthrough. The lab was back in action. Using the power of The Breakthrough, they built a machine to study the secrets of existence itself. The machine was to a particle accelerator as a particle accelerator was to a particularly uninteresting rock. Alas, the scientists became arrogant and dug too deep, and it cost them everything. A horrible calamity struck as they probed into the folds of reality, ripping the entire facility out of the fabric of the universe and whipping it into the deepest Oblivion as the machine imploded. 

    The only survivor, if one could even call him that, was the man who was operating the machine during the calamity. Alexander Belton. The Beholder. His consciousness was caught between the two sides of the schism, split into an infinite number of parts and pieced together again over and over for an abstract eternity. Slowly, he learned to control the forces beyond reality and started to hold himself together. He built himself a physical form, found his way through the ever-changing miasma of the ethereal beyond back to our world. Coming back into existence crippled him, though, limiting his power and preventing him from ever leaving again. He anchored himself to this plane. Still, he was the most powerful of the Ascended by far, able to manipulate reality and travel through spacetime effortlessly, though not able to interact with the past. No one knew anything about where he was, what his motives were, or if the stories were even true. The other Ascended denied his existence, but endless numbers of sightings and stories of hope from the oppressed said otherwise.

    Together, the Ascended ruled the world uncontested, vowing a tentative truce, and promising to never allow anyone else to discover the secrets of The Breakthrough. They feared someone else could ascend using its power, jeopardizing their rule. They had scuffles occasionally, obliterating a few square miles of city here and there, but mostly they minded their business. They held a public meeting once a month to make decisions and ensure benevolent relations between them, as well as to agree on any new tenets to press onto the dying people of their world. They were corrupt, and they were only growing more so, but they enslaved the people in factories and power plants, under so much surveillance that the citizens were utterly powerless to stop them.

    Each of them controlled a different aspect of The Empire. Havoc was in charge of all military efforts as well as policing the citizens. His loyal knights carried out executions and silenced hope, armed with weapons that had power mirroring his own.

Seraphim was responsible for all biological research and plague control, as well as the only hospital left in existence. The Hospital was only open to the most elite, and only they could even afford a visit.

Volt was in charge of all power generation for The Empire. All electricity was generated by four massive fusion reactors, one in each district. Each absolutely dominated its skyline and required only tiny amounts of fuel to run in comparison. The fuel that they did need, however, was incredibly hard to produce, requiring tens of thousands of hours of manual labor involving harsh chemicals and radiation to create even a single gram.

Stratagem worked day and night to make sure that every square inch of The Empire was surveilled by one of her cameras, bugs, drones, or agents at all times. This way, the Ascended could stamp out any notion of an uprising or rebellion before it even began. She had hundreds of operatives who scoured The Empire and cyberspace for any intel or data that the Ascended could use.

Hive controlled all construction and resource gathering, his body made up of an endless swarm. If another thirty-story domestic housing unit needed to be constructed, it could be done overnight. Any steel or alloys that were required, he strip-mined from the less habitable parts of the planet, placed onto automated trains that carried them back to the factories. If any single part of the logistic chain was broken or destroyed, there was enough redundancy in the system that he could fix it in a matter of hours or even minutes.

Together, the six Ascended ruled The Empire with an iron fist, surveying their dystopia with cold, calculated, pride. They took comfort in the fact that no human alive could ever hope to topple their rule. It all worked like a well-oiled machine; oiled with blood, but oiled nonetheless. They sat on their thrones in The Floating Citadel, basking in the perverted glory of their ultimate abomination. Earth.

But seven became eight, and now, The Godhunter stalks her prey.

[Initiate Epic Soundtrack]

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