'Why didn't I see that before?' you ask yourself. Maybe it didn't exist...
Despite that, this is the most complete story in the Journal.
SNARED ORIGINS
A puzzle - AKA entangled noodles.
Introduction:
What happens when everyone wants to control their own destiny?
Well, fuck karma, you get reality; but then again, someone might think it's just plot armor.
Still, everything is a trap. No, not that kind of trap. I am talking about boundaries here. What's at the end of your mind? Can you see your own horizon. Did you find yourself there yet?
Actually, the summary is a composition of quotes. Bad quotes as I don't have much here in my current conditions.
I am in a trashcan. A raccoon at that.
So here is my suggestion:
1. Read them all. Withouth looking at the spoilers. Just skip them and think. Yeah think. You need a beer when reading this. You need enlightment. But not only the spiritual type. The real life thing.
2. Read and look inside the spoilers if you like. They are actually a little explanation. You need to reread them two times. To evade depresion probably. They are very profound in my humble opinion.
Summary of the whole novel
... Maybe?
Ignorance can drive us away from what really matters. It is a demoness that reason can't shatter. It blindy takes us to the never-again abyss.
Spoiler: Spoiler
(AKA Friendzone for some.)
Some people don't listen to reason. They might be demons you can't win an argument against. Don't fall to the abyss, or just go deep... to rise higher.
Ignorance is not knowing what is going to happen. Being ignorant is leaving your future in Dumbo's hands. Please take care of yourself, no offence.
Just know... You need to know, to be calm... And understand yourself. What do you want?
If communication staggers, isolation wanders. Having nothing to convey is a hell, worse than a lazy well.
This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it.
Spoiler: Spoiler
Communication is one of the most important developments after a lifeform reaches intelligence. Languages are usually a way to express your insides. Still, languages are interpreted or internalized differently.
How can you evade such walls? Damn, lost connection while playing... Ping problems. Use quick chat, it works better: LLLAAAGGG!
Be direct and simple. If the other doesn't understand it's not your problem anymore... Steal the glory.
For lassie the lazy writer/gamer, as thanks for unknown inspiration, since no one reads this.
Repeat after me, may the frog never leap out of that lazy wellness.
When you are emotional, you finally feel alive. You want to survive, but sometimes you just want to die.
Spoiler: Spoiler
(Like... When fucking up your game. Are you a survivor?)
Emotions makes us alive. They are a subprocess for survival if you can understand what that means. It's like a quick defensive mechanism. When it breaks, you are in the deep shit. Take care of your input devices, Please.
In spite of our efforts, reality keeps us alive, just to deliver slaps at our face. Like pigs born to die, the fatter in between, the better they taste.
Spoiler: Spoiler
Just search for a sacred pan and deadpan yourself.
Maybe try to think like meliodas' ?? Or think like a raccoon...
Life keeps burning/throwing me... Like a sport. It feels trashy. But It can make you smile.
You just need to smile and poke/throw/prank/slap/deadpan a friend. Ez. Tell them it was life.
Now, where is my will to live, if not in my head? Well, keep in your trashcan as there's only yourself...
Spoiler: Spoiler
(Music) am a lonely boi! ...
Well I am a lonely raccoon in the forgotten zones of the road, but I don't know about you. Hope you are good?
Well, easy thing.
We live for ourselves. To be happy. If making others happy makes you happy then you fucking happy.
Happy?
Thanks to boi aka THA MASTAH, for also serving as unknown reference material.
Thanks to Akuamane, cus' that yandere dragon skeleton must be lonely... If you ever read this, you owe me pizza.
When you stare at the trashcan, the trashpanda stares back at you. It uses a warp hole to appear in your reality.
Spoiler: Spoiler
Please throw it, believe me... That's the only way we can smile after reading such diss.
Written in all seriousness by Jean D. Racc. Implied meanings may vary. Just go take a piss, before a puddle forms in thy.
Spoiler: Spoiler
My mind's power is strong, off to the bathroom you go.
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Okay, maybe not now... but you... Will! It's in your ADN! (Ok, bladder.)
Everything above is copyrighted by trashcan raccoon deliveries.
If used wrongly, a raccoon may or not appear, bringing apocalyptic rabies to your universe.
So throw it. Click that poll in first chap whenever you feel like it. You can reclick it a lot of times. Dont click the other boxes. Seriously.
Smile, listen to music. You are alive friend. At least there will be a raccoon cheering from a trashcan in the empty space. Just imagine it.
Sacrifice some pepperoni pizza and beer. The mighty tanuki will bring his... Ehm trashcan hammer... To repair the problem. Nope, the electricist is from norse mythology. The raccoon just breaks things... Like the character names in this story.
A story where the main character is known but the background character is called life.
How this chapter happened:
Mmm... I look at discord... Its night but I don't wanna write... Ok, let's join music channel... Seriously no one? Mmm... Who's this guy playing ass like that and going bad like seven times...
Nevermind, hey play me a good song. Like... Atmosphere and wonderwall.
Mmm, good.
Now lets think about my sorry ass of a character. Damn raccoon. You are suffering the never ending lonelyness before your predestined arrival...
I mean. Space is so dark. So cold.
Oh my god, I am depressed now. Just need to hear something that makes me alive.
Bot just '!play stay alive'... let's eat the healthy and organic combination of beer & pepperoni pizza.
No! you damn discord bot! I need the one from eden... Wtf did you make me hear!
Yeah yeah that's the one baby... Cool bot, ye deserves a throw... You need some smily on your butty face.
Next day...
For some reason on monday 24 of 2019 discord bots stopped working. It was depressing for me, I needed some beat to feel my bad-dump of a trashcan.
It was all real. And I wrote some shitty thing starting yesterday.
Believe it or not, I am taking my time publishing next chapter because of a damn font that can't make on the phone. So I will post it today or tomorrow when I have my pc or laptop.
Like seriously. This is a story.
The shit writing is over. Sorry for delays. Remember this is for my fun. Yours is second. Still hope someone may enjoy it. If you do you can rate. If you don't like don't rate. Search for what you like... Don't bother with the ugliness of this trashcan.
Next chapter is real thingy. Seriously.