unseenu decided to put a stop to the infinite regression before all forums in all universes were destroyed,he scribbled a post on a piece of paper and dropped it into the mailbox with the ones posted by mortals.The words written on the paper caused the infinite regression to end at universe number metherabum* by making all the people of that universe destroy their internet system before another god game could be madethe same post was made in all universes** .He felt the fabric of reality spring back to a comfortable length even though it was now slightly misshapen by being stretched to breaking point by imaginary forums.
*or 19 to those of you who can't count sheep properly
**the fact that you are reading this in universe yan is proof of this
Proof that L-Space exists in this universe
Fact 1:Heavier things distort time and space more Fact 2:A page with ink on it is heavier than an unprinted page Conclusion:A book distorts time and space more than blank papers
"Note for Americans and other aliens: Milton Keynes is a new city approximately halfway between London and Birmingham. It was built to be modern, efficient, healthy, and, all in all, a pleasant place to live. Many Britons find this amusing." -Good Omens
Deldaisy (having being reincarnated as a cockroach when the universe disappeared... and having NO recall of that memorable incident in 1983 when she woke up curled up between her BFF and her BFF's mother's rose garden thinking only that the last words she DID remember was her BFF saying" "Oh bugger! The Margerita recipe said to put in three shots of tequila and I have put in three cups!" to which I replied, "Well don't waste it. Just use cups for shots for the whole recipe . It's not like we will drink the lot and we can save the rest for the weekend. " to which she replied "Good idea!" .... and having credited this night to the fact she was NOW reincarnated as a cockroach) crawled up Bikkits leg and onto her shoulder, hung off her earlobe and whispered "Hi!"
michelanCello wrote:The goddess michelanCello was astonished that her cocroach-collegue, goddess deldaisy was still alive after such a long sentence.
O - M - G 's
I'm a GODDESS?!!!
Goddess Cockroach Deldaisy wondered what to do with her new found power. She retired to her satin chasie loungie thingy with Goddess MichelanCello and a couple of shoe catalogues and told the semi-naked slave boys to fan them while they casually perusing the slaves tanned, toned, muscular bodies, thier biceps rippling with every sweep of the palm leaves.... ""Fan harder!" she ordered as she drooled into SIPPED I meant SIPPED on her Margarita.
When goddesses Bikkit and deldaisy were so drunk they stared dancing on the table singing a song about some weird animal with needles ( ), goddess mC quickly made some pictures to amuse the archeologists (which of course she didn't know what they were, but it sounded like something that'd be going to exist in the future).
Million to one chances crop up nine times out of ten...