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TOMORROW IS THE END OF THE WORLD
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Jeroen_Sol
Nothing reveals Humanity so well as the games it plays. A game of betrayal, where the most suspicious person is brutally murdered? How savage.
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2 hours before AH-POCK-CALEEPS, at least according to the Majora's Mask timer.
That timer is for the release of some remix album or something, I believe. In two hours it'll be 8AM GMT, a time which makes no sense to have the apocalypse at. It's a MM timer, so you'd expect it to end at 6AM, but the place it'll be 6AM in is... Somewhere in the Atlantic??? ;)
Welp,
Time to go to sleep and have some delicious MM nightmares. Gotta makes some sprites tomorrow, and help the family with holiday things. Funsies~
Time to go to sleep and have some delicious MM nightmares. Gotta makes some sprites tomorrow, and help the family with holiday things. Funsies~
LockeZ
I'd really like to get rid of LockeZ. His play style is way too unpredictable. He's always like this too. If he ran a country, he'd just kill and imprison people at random until crime stopped.
5958
In point of actual fact, today's date has nothing to do with the apocalypse... but it is actually the Mayan equivalent of the Y2K bug. So what's actually going to happen is that software written by Mayan programmers is going to stop working because their calendar has run out of numbers.
Fortunately, most computer software was updated in 1582 to use the Gregorian calendar, so this issue should be relatively rare.
Fortunately, most computer software was updated in 1582 to use the Gregorian calendar, so this issue should be relatively rare.
Time was supposed to end at 3:11 AM PST, for those interested, thats when the mayan calender officially ended.
Shinan
4314
In the end I didn't really do anything special on the end of the world. I finished my advent calendar and played a game of Blood Bowl (which I unexpectedly won!)
This morning when I woke up just now, the sun was orange-ish from the sun that was about to rise. Probably for the first time in ages. I guess we really are 1) going toward brighter times now after winter solstice 2) in a brave new world after the end of the old one!
This morning when I woke up just now, the sun was orange-ish from the sun that was about to rise. Probably for the first time in ages. I guess we really are 1) going toward brighter times now after winter solstice 2) in a brave new world after the end of the old one!
UPRC
5516
Jesus Christ! I don't what world you guys are living in, but it was INSANE for me all day yesterday!
I went to bed Thursday night with my window open, which I thought was pretty odd for late December in Atlantic Canada. I figured, hey, it must have something to do with the air filtration system that my roommates have put into the next room over to help with their mushroom growing endeavors. I woke up at 5:30 the next morning for work and found that the eastern half of my bedroom was no more and that there was a large crater beside the house. It was also unbearably hot. I shrugged this off and went to get ready for work. Let my landlord deal with this aging old dump, right? I just pay the rent, so whatever.
Half an hour later, I was on my usual walk to work. I always see joggers in the morning, but this morning I saw several huge screaming crowds of them. Talk about passion! They were all followed by even larger crowds of joggers who, I don't know, I guess they were exhausted because they were all shambling and groaning. They must have been out for hours jogging in order to be that tired.
When I got to work at Canada Post, I saw what looked like a fighter jet or something above the facility. When it then shot a hole in the side of the building and started sucking out all of the mail inside of the building. I guess it was a new airborne delivery truck or something. Kind of neat, I thought.
I was the only one in at work yesterday. There was a lot of ketchup smeared all over the halls, and there was LOADS in the cafeteria. There must have been some party, and I felt a little sad that I missed it. With so much ketchup, there must have been a lot of hotdogs or something. As a North American, it's my obligation to thoroughly enjoy hotdogs when they are presented to me.
Anyway, the Canada Post network wasn't working, so no internet. This sort of pissed me off since it meant I couldn't slack off and had to do work. Around noon, some guys in big white suits tried to gain access to the building. They said something about a threat, but I insisted that the building had nothing more than mail inside. They gave me quite a bit of lip, but after about an hour I finally got rid of them. It pisses me off when people come looking for packages they're expecting like that because they always use this really corny bullshit excuses. Radiation, nuclear threat, blah blah blah. You have to wait to get your packages like everyone else, douche bags.
When I came home I wanted to order a pizza because I was thoroughly tired, but the pizza place across the street (along with the rest of the block) was nothing but rubble. I couldn't believe how quickly they tore it all down but, what really frustrates me, is that they didn't really give any warning that they were closing down. Oh well.
So yeah, I just tried to chill at home for the rest of the night, but these asshole pranksters screaming about Godzilla or something kept interrupting me. I hardly got a wink of sleep thanks to them, though the INSANE blizzard overnight didn't help either. It must have dropped like 200 cm of snow. I should have checked the forecast because I had no idea it was coming, haha. I eventually doze off watching Shaun of the Dead on my phone which, for some reason, felt kind of ironic. I guess it was because Shaun has a bad day at work.
Anyway, in short, why the hell are Fridays always so busy? I know that a lot of people say that Fridays are like the end of the world, but I think this topic is taking things a bit too far with the title and everything.
I went to bed Thursday night with my window open, which I thought was pretty odd for late December in Atlantic Canada. I figured, hey, it must have something to do with the air filtration system that my roommates have put into the next room over to help with their mushroom growing endeavors. I woke up at 5:30 the next morning for work and found that the eastern half of my bedroom was no more and that there was a large crater beside the house. It was also unbearably hot. I shrugged this off and went to get ready for work. Let my landlord deal with this aging old dump, right? I just pay the rent, so whatever.
Half an hour later, I was on my usual walk to work. I always see joggers in the morning, but this morning I saw several huge screaming crowds of them. Talk about passion! They were all followed by even larger crowds of joggers who, I don't know, I guess they were exhausted because they were all shambling and groaning. They must have been out for hours jogging in order to be that tired.
When I got to work at Canada Post, I saw what looked like a fighter jet or something above the facility. When it then shot a hole in the side of the building and started sucking out all of the mail inside of the building. I guess it was a new airborne delivery truck or something. Kind of neat, I thought.
I was the only one in at work yesterday. There was a lot of ketchup smeared all over the halls, and there was LOADS in the cafeteria. There must have been some party, and I felt a little sad that I missed it. With so much ketchup, there must have been a lot of hotdogs or something. As a North American, it's my obligation to thoroughly enjoy hotdogs when they are presented to me.
Anyway, the Canada Post network wasn't working, so no internet. This sort of pissed me off since it meant I couldn't slack off and had to do work. Around noon, some guys in big white suits tried to gain access to the building. They said something about a threat, but I insisted that the building had nothing more than mail inside. They gave me quite a bit of lip, but after about an hour I finally got rid of them. It pisses me off when people come looking for packages they're expecting like that because they always use this really corny bullshit excuses. Radiation, nuclear threat, blah blah blah. You have to wait to get your packages like everyone else, douche bags.
When I came home I wanted to order a pizza because I was thoroughly tired, but the pizza place across the street (along with the rest of the block) was nothing but rubble. I couldn't believe how quickly they tore it all down but, what really frustrates me, is that they didn't really give any warning that they were closing down. Oh well.
So yeah, I just tried to chill at home for the rest of the night, but these asshole pranksters screaming about Godzilla or something kept interrupting me. I hardly got a wink of sleep thanks to them, though the INSANE blizzard overnight didn't help either. It must have dropped like 200 cm of snow. I should have checked the forecast because I had no idea it was coming, haha. I eventually doze off watching Shaun of the Dead on my phone which, for some reason, felt kind of ironic. I guess it was because Shaun has a bad day at work.
Anyway, in short, why the hell are Fridays always so busy? I know that a lot of people say that Fridays are like the end of the world, but I think this topic is taking things a bit too far with the title and everything.
Corfaisus
"It's frustrating because - as much as Corf is otherwise an irredeemable person - his 2k/3 mapping is on point." ~ psy_wombats
7874
My tale about the last day on Earth is a bit more realistic.
You see, I woke up early in the morning to a couple of unusual things happening; garage door refusing to close, toilet clogging, what have you. After dealing with small stuff all day (which, given my low tolerance for bullshit recently, took its toll on my nerves) I simply threw up my hands, figuring it could be much, much worse and stated "Hell, it's not like it's the end of the world or something."
I paused for a moment, recalling the date, and nearly cracked up. I needed that.
EDIT: Welp! Decided to go back to Majora's Mask and cleared the Stone Tower Temple. Probably going to just beat the game tonight, seeing as how there's just the matter of the final boss left.
You see, I woke up early in the morning to a couple of unusual things happening; garage door refusing to close, toilet clogging, what have you. After dealing with small stuff all day (which, given my low tolerance for bullshit recently, took its toll on my nerves) I simply threw up my hands, figuring it could be much, much worse and stated "Hell, it's not like it's the end of the world or something."
I paused for a moment, recalling the date, and nearly cracked up. I needed that.
EDIT: Welp! Decided to go back to Majora's Mask and cleared the Stone Tower Temple. Probably going to just beat the game tonight, seeing as how there's just the matter of the final boss left.
Well, my world ended. I'm living on a rock from the last world, somehow with internet. Now I will have to spend the rest of my days on a computer. I don't know how it happened, but I think the moon crashed. I guess I forgot to play the Song of Time or something. But now my world has been broken to pieces, and I will starve to death, and most likely grow insane. Help.
I had a party for sure! Of course, I also reflected on how this year's been trying way too hard to kill me off. But, you know.
KlisterVX
67
Ark saved the world, you know.
The Mayans were controlled by Dark Gaia, and were defeated.
The End...
The Mayans were controlled by Dark Gaia, and were defeated.
The End...
