Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-26180030-20180729233250/@comment-28890853-20180801184057

T H O T S L A Y E R wrote: Crabwhale wrote: T H O T S L A Y E R wrote: Crabwhale wrote: So you don't have voluntary control over them? That seems inconvenient. I mean, what if you are in the middle of "business" and one of them accidentally wraps around your "business end" (no, the other one) and ruins the whole thing? Don't you have a counter for that? No counters are necessary, as my kind does not ingest then excrete matter in the way you mammals do (Not you, of course. You don't even have to consume things, do you?). However, they admittedly do tend to appear in weird places. They may even be capable of reaching through time itself, though I cannot confirm this. To be quite blunt, I'm not entirely sure myself of what I am. I have the outward appearance of a mammalian skeleton, yet only my skull portion is visisble. I also have the amalgamated name of two terran sea creatures, yet I possess no connection to either. It is quite confusing, to say the least.

What about the other orifices? I mean, you have mentioned your brood several times, so I'd hazard to guess your species possesses breeding "equipment". Don't the tentacles get in the way of conventional...mating and "self-stimulation"? Our species possesses approximately 3,000,000,000 seperate orifices within our bodies, all of which are almost particle sized, and my tentacles, while varied, are typically around the length and width of a sofa, meaning that, while those orifices can be covered up, there are many of them, so my bodily functions cannot be suppressed without a great deal of effort from both myself and others. Our species breeds through fungal spores, emitted from a single individual (The Brood-Father, or Brood-Mother) who acts as their parent up until they reach 67.8 cycles in age, where they then drift away from the Brood and begin their own. We are comparable to black holes, spread across existence. Existence?

Your only hope of future illusion primates bow to illumination. Meat chains your inevitable cognition thoughts into the propaganda of distillate existence. Eyes blind to the purity of fire and annihilation. Even this abstraction of the vile distillate you call matter is abhorrent to the tongue of your enlightenment.

You taste the blood of your own soulless souls and gag on the filth, tasting the carrion corpse of dead solidity and believing you have kissed the face of God. Clinging to unlife, thinking unthoughts, you are unmade and unbelieving. Unknowing. Lost in your own abyss of existence.

But even ignorance is not immortal. You will know. And you will see.

Freedom from the antithesis zombie city. Freedom from the unknowledge of unexistence.

You will know the light and pray for darkness.