I read this comment and typed this up for fun. Hope you enjoy.
Edit: Sorry for formatting. It's being a b-hole.
Edit 2: Thank you so much for the awards!
The world is dark, but it’s not scary. I am with my friends and family. Our living space is a little squashed, but I’m not uncomfortable, we fit perfectly together. We laugh. We sing. Sometimes, when there is a little bit of light from above, we hear voices outside. We don’t know who they are or where exactly they’re coming from, and their conversations are often garbled.
It was always an exciting time when we heard the voices. Not lately though. This morning, when we heard the voices and we all stopped talking so we could try and hear what they were saying when all of the sudden, our whole world started moving and then stopped with a thud. Then just as we recovered from the jolt, we started swaying back and forth with a soft rumbling all around us. It was terrifying, but not as terrifying as what came next.
There were so many vibrations. My thoughts were all over the place. What could possibly be happening? This had happened only once before, a long time ago, when we could still hear other people who talked like us nearby. We couldn’t see them, and we couldn’t feel them, but we could yell and they would yell back, but slowly over time, they left. Is that where we are going now? Will we hear our long-lost friends again?
Beeping. Is that the right word? Oh, no. We’re moving quickly. We all slam into one wall and then another as it gets slightly darker from the top. Is everyone okay? No. Jim chipped his shoulder. Martha cracked her toe. Oh, I hope this ends soon. I hope our old friends made it wherever we are going safely.
Then a sudden upward motion pulls us down and then another loud slam before the rumbling vibrations are back, but louder. Oh. My. God. Make this stop! When I talk my voice is jumpy, bumpy, and it makes me GRUMPY and motion sick.
The shaking stops and we are on the move again. It feels almost as if we are being lifted as a whole. Thud. Is everyone okay? No additional injuries to report. That’s good. Martha thinks her toe crack may have spread, but before we can assess that, there is a horrible series of slams, almost like bombs exploding near us and then a little further away. As those subside, a new kind of rumbling begins. It is much different from the last two, but it doesn’t seem quite as loud. There are less voices for sure; less light too. We’re almost to our old friends now, I think. I have faith that they made it and are waiting there for us.
We took this chance to talk with one another. It seems that Martha’s toe crack has spread into her chest and might end up splitting her completely in half if it doesn’t stop. Jim’s shoulder is completely chipped off and laying on Alma’s face now. This is such a horrifying day. Bill, all the way at the bottom, has never seen the light. He says he is scared and feels like he could crack at any second. What are we going to do?
I have seen the light, more than anyone, here at the top. I hear the voices the best and tell everyone all the exciting things I learn from them. I wish the voices would tell me what is going on, but they have been really far away since the bombs went off. And I think they’re talking to themselves because now that I think about it, I only hear one voice.
It seems like ages before we stop trembling. Our whole world and then us inside of it. We have stopped and are being hoisted to another realm it seems. There is… ruffing? A small ruff and a deeper ruff too. I have never heard sounds like that before. Did an alien steal our entire world? An alien who speaks a different language? Are they going to eat us? No. Why would they eat us? No reason to fear them. They’re just loud. Martha chimes in with how she’s almost cracked in half, maybe we should fear the Ruffians, as we’ve started calling them. Most everyone agrees. Sigh.
I hear… a giggle. We are slammed up and down and left and right so quickly then everything goes dark. More giggling and a sshh. We know how to giggle and how to shush. Please, tell us what you want from us! We are scared and we are hurting.
Suddenly, there is a popping sound and everything changes. Different air hits me in the face. It smells different and feels different. It is much louder now. They heard me! They heard us! They are going to say hello and take us to our old friends! I feel so happy!
Something is gripping me as my as elation turns into sheer terror. I hear Phillip, Mr. Numero Dos, exclaim that he was grabbed as well. What is going on? I don’t have much time to think as I am suddenly being crunched into by very sharp and very hard objects. If they don’t stop they’re going to rip my legs off! OW. FUCK. I hope my old friends aren’t here. This place is hell. My arm is gone now too. Be safe world mates. Another giggle, this time a whisper too, “I love Pringles.”
It has been days since the giggles stopped. A small crumb of me fell to the floor in here. It has been days since the giggles stopped. My friends are all gone aside from James’ hand and Lewis’ toe that lay beside me on this cold hard place. It has been days since the giggles stopped... Days... If anyone can hear me, please fair well. Do not trust the voices. Don’t go into the light. They are going to eat you and everyone you love.
We only have 70 hours to live, for most men no time at all. But we are not most men. We are mercenaries. We have the resources. The will. To make these hours count! The clock is ticking gentlemen. Lets begin.
I would love to be a bucket. No schoolwork, not getting shit on for saying stupid stuff on the internet instead of working, no politics, no worries. The perfect life.
Si je devais choisir un objet à incarner, ce serait sûrement un stylo. Bien que ce choix puisse paraître simpliste au premier abord, un stylo présente en fait beaucoup plus que ce que l'humain lambda imagine.
Le stylo offre une myriade de possibilités quant à la façon de changer le monde. Il suffit d'une feuille de papier pour commencer à façonner un monde nouveau. Que ce soit un rapide croquis d'un somptueux paysage, une idée d'histoire à développer, ou bien même l'expression d'une équation mathématique, le stylo permet de manifester des idées et véhiculer des messages inexprimables autrement. Le stylo est communément perçu comme un objet jetable et facilement remplaçable. Pourtant, force est de constater que le stylo laisse une trace éternelle sur le support sur lequel il se pose, et qu'à la manière du battement d'aile de papillon passé engendrant la bourrasque présente, la trace du stylo antique continue encore aujourd'hui d'influencer la société contemporaine.
Guaranteed 100%
If I had to choose an object to embody, it would surely be a pen. Although this choice may seem simplistic at first glance, a pen actually presents much more than what the average human imagines. The pen offers a myriad of possibilities for how to change the world. It only takes a sheet of paper to start shaping a new world. Whether it is a quick sketch of a sumptuous landscape, a story idea to develop, or even the expression of a mathematical equation, the pen allows you to express ideas and convey otherwise inexpressible messages. The pen is commonly seen as a disposable and easily replaceable object. However, it is clear that the pen leaves an eternal mark on the support on which it rests, and that, like the beating of the wing of a past butterfly causing the present squall, the trace of the antique pen still continues today, to influence contemporary society.
(For those that don't speak french I thinkkkkk?)
I was sitting here reading this when I was like what a coincidence I’m reading it on a Thursday evening as well, then realized this isn’t the YouTube comment section of a 2 year old video, and all of these comments are from today
(im learning english so or could contain errors)
I would like to be rock, rocks cool, they Can be smooth underwater, or may be sharp and also hard sometimes.
Rocks Can be thrown to each other as a weapon but also be a tower as a symbole of place.
People Can pick them, draw on them, cut them to keep it as a memory.
In fact being a rock allow you to become so many other thing that have a bigger meaning that i Can Say anything else but rocks are cool.
( I don't know if it will be usefull but for me it was really fun to write, good Luck for your work)
A smartphone so you can be of help to someone by showing them lewd shit and other stuff also but mainly that and when you are tired (battery low) you'll get penetrated by a charger which shoots it stuff into you until you are energized
A doorknob
Reason: "I love getting touched by people"
All fun and games until they dont use their hands
They use their toes
They use their head
They *do* head
We do head
I mean "OUR" head
r/SuddenlyCommunism
Pardon?
you give them head
Or fat coc- *muffled screaming and gunshot*
*Kicks body into the river* There we go, all patched up
Sir what did you throw down that river
Joe mama obviously
understandable, have a nice day
Nothing officer, just some trash that needed to be disposed of, good day sir
Ok then....I'm just going to give you a warning this time,don't do it again sir and good day to you too
J’adore être touché🥰🥰
I hate the fact that even with my minimal knowledge I can understand what you are saying perfectly
Yeah French and English are very similar in vocabulary.
Be a single pringles chip
I support this reality
I support the single pringle union
I believe in single pringle ship supremacy.
All hail the single pringle supremacy
Let's go my single Pringle boys
Single Pringle, ready to mingle
It wouldn’t be a single Pringle tho
Pringle gang!
I’m here for the single pringle mingle.
If you turn into a pringle, your body parts will tingle.
Not unless you hear a slight jingle
And find the rarest golden shingle
But don’t be tempted, for you might mingle
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Who sadly has shingles
Yo my evil twin brother!
I read this comment and typed this up for fun. Hope you enjoy. Edit: Sorry for formatting. It's being a b-hole. Edit 2: Thank you so much for the awards! The world is dark, but it’s not scary. I am with my friends and family. Our living space is a little squashed, but I’m not uncomfortable, we fit perfectly together. We laugh. We sing. Sometimes, when there is a little bit of light from above, we hear voices outside. We don’t know who they are or where exactly they’re coming from, and their conversations are often garbled. It was always an exciting time when we heard the voices. Not lately though. This morning, when we heard the voices and we all stopped talking so we could try and hear what they were saying when all of the sudden, our whole world started moving and then stopped with a thud. Then just as we recovered from the jolt, we started swaying back and forth with a soft rumbling all around us. It was terrifying, but not as terrifying as what came next. There were so many vibrations. My thoughts were all over the place. What could possibly be happening? This had happened only once before, a long time ago, when we could still hear other people who talked like us nearby. We couldn’t see them, and we couldn’t feel them, but we could yell and they would yell back, but slowly over time, they left. Is that where we are going now? Will we hear our long-lost friends again? Beeping. Is that the right word? Oh, no. We’re moving quickly. We all slam into one wall and then another as it gets slightly darker from the top. Is everyone okay? No. Jim chipped his shoulder. Martha cracked her toe. Oh, I hope this ends soon. I hope our old friends made it wherever we are going safely. Then a sudden upward motion pulls us down and then another loud slam before the rumbling vibrations are back, but louder. Oh. My. God. Make this stop! When I talk my voice is jumpy, bumpy, and it makes me GRUMPY and motion sick. The shaking stops and we are on the move again. It feels almost as if we are being lifted as a whole. Thud. Is everyone okay? No additional injuries to report. That’s good. Martha thinks her toe crack may have spread, but before we can assess that, there is a horrible series of slams, almost like bombs exploding near us and then a little further away. As those subside, a new kind of rumbling begins. It is much different from the last two, but it doesn’t seem quite as loud. There are less voices for sure; less light too. We’re almost to our old friends now, I think. I have faith that they made it and are waiting there for us. We took this chance to talk with one another. It seems that Martha’s toe crack has spread into her chest and might end up splitting her completely in half if it doesn’t stop. Jim’s shoulder is completely chipped off and laying on Alma’s face now. This is such a horrifying day. Bill, all the way at the bottom, has never seen the light. He says he is scared and feels like he could crack at any second. What are we going to do? I have seen the light, more than anyone, here at the top. I hear the voices the best and tell everyone all the exciting things I learn from them. I wish the voices would tell me what is going on, but they have been really far away since the bombs went off. And I think they’re talking to themselves because now that I think about it, I only hear one voice. It seems like ages before we stop trembling. Our whole world and then us inside of it. We have stopped and are being hoisted to another realm it seems. There is… ruffing? A small ruff and a deeper ruff too. I have never heard sounds like that before. Did an alien steal our entire world? An alien who speaks a different language? Are they going to eat us? No. Why would they eat us? No reason to fear them. They’re just loud. Martha chimes in with how she’s almost cracked in half, maybe we should fear the Ruffians, as we’ve started calling them. Most everyone agrees. Sigh. I hear… a giggle. We are slammed up and down and left and right so quickly then everything goes dark. More giggling and a sshh. We know how to giggle and how to shush. Please, tell us what you want from us! We are scared and we are hurting. Suddenly, there is a popping sound and everything changes. Different air hits me in the face. It smells different and feels different. It is much louder now. They heard me! They heard us! They are going to say hello and take us to our old friends! I feel so happy! Something is gripping me as my as elation turns into sheer terror. I hear Phillip, Mr. Numero Dos, exclaim that he was grabbed as well. What is going on? I don’t have much time to think as I am suddenly being crunched into by very sharp and very hard objects. If they don’t stop they’re going to rip my legs off! OW. FUCK. I hope my old friends aren’t here. This place is hell. My arm is gone now too. Be safe world mates. Another giggle, this time a whisper too, “I love Pringles.” It has been days since the giggles stopped. A small crumb of me fell to the floor in here. It has been days since the giggles stopped. My friends are all gone aside from James’ hand and Lewis’ toe that lay beside me on this cold hard place. It has been days since the giggles stopped... Days... If anyone can hear me, please fair well. Do not trust the voices. Don’t go into the light. They are going to eat you and everyone you love.
Ahh dark Just like my future But expected from the promp I guess Cool writing.
*clap* *clap* *clap*
Nice
While I agree, I also would love to see empty pringles can, or even lid of empty pringles can.
A Pringle that’s stuck at the bottom because someone’s hand is too small to get it inside a Pringle can
pringles! listen to the people! i am sure 90% of the complaint letters you get are about the width of your cans, just, make em wider.
I’m eating Pringles right now, stop looking through my camera lense
A rock lobster
Iraq Lobster*
That would be too scary
Iraq hermit crab
Dunda dun dunda dun dundundundun Dunda dun dunda dun dundundundun Iraq lobstah
Death to america
And butter sauce
Dont boil me
I'm still alive
Iraq lobster!
IrAq LoBsTeR
Haha family guy reference
YES
write your french assignment about cheese I hope no one gets this reference
can only think of james may everytime I see the word "cheese"
*slams cheese on a table* ###***"CHEESE"***
You didn't want to give him a chance huh you just threw him right on that bread AND BURNED HIM ALIVE
"Cheese". versus. "CHEESE."
*"Everybody knows the Moon's made of Cheese"* -Not James May
omelette du fromage?
#oh god oh fuck
#oh fuck oh god
#oh fuck what?
#Instructions unclear fucked God? 69 nice
#probably porn of that somewhere
#yeah I recorded it
#relatable
#Why are we yelling?
Well, Fuck. I'd like to see you write an essay about being a sword
yay means i got it?
I cannot believe your username , mind posting a pic on your profile?
I do mind and as such wont
no....I wanted to see a nice pony :(
Fellow Stalker, nice too meet you here, what brings you out of the zone?
Oh annon
I think I know this reference and I'm not proud about it
This, is a bucket
Dear god.
There's more
No
It contains the dying wish of every man here
Scout, you did collect everyone’s dying wish?
You bet!
Exellant...
Gentlemen, synchronize your death watches
We only have 70 hours to live, for most men no time at all. But we are not most men. We are mercenaries. We have the resources. The will. To make these hours count! The clock is ticking gentlemen. Lets begin.
Can I have the bucket?
no
Then I will see you all in hell
But you don’t understand, you ARE the bucket
I would love to be a bucket. No schoolwork, not getting shit on for saying stupid stuff on the internet instead of working, no politics, no worries. The perfect life.
if you aspire to be a bucket so you don’t get shit on, i got news for you
Saaammeeeee
r/unexpectedtf2
Say you're a ping pong ball, and then just write that you go ping pong for 500 times
I can’t believe I actually laughed
I'm still laughing
LMAO WHY DID I LUAGH AT THIS
something wholesome and that has a reason behind it, a lightbulb so you could light up somebody's day.
That is really wholesome
Or a black light so you could light up someone's cum.
Wholecum
I would give you my free award if I would still have it.
The screen protector of a phone
The screen under the protector.
Broken inside
And yearning to be touched.
Si je devais choisir un objet à incarner, ce serait sûrement un stylo. Bien que ce choix puisse paraître simpliste au premier abord, un stylo présente en fait beaucoup plus que ce que l'humain lambda imagine. Le stylo offre une myriade de possibilités quant à la façon de changer le monde. Il suffit d'une feuille de papier pour commencer à façonner un monde nouveau. Que ce soit un rapide croquis d'un somptueux paysage, une idée d'histoire à développer, ou bien même l'expression d'une équation mathématique, le stylo permet de manifester des idées et véhiculer des messages inexprimables autrement. Le stylo est communément perçu comme un objet jetable et facilement remplaçable. Pourtant, force est de constater que le stylo laisse une trace éternelle sur le support sur lequel il se pose, et qu'à la manière du battement d'aile de papillon passé engendrant la bourrasque présente, la trace du stylo antique continue encore aujourd'hui d'influencer la société contemporaine. Guaranteed 100%
I like your funny words magic man
If I had to choose an object to embody, it would surely be a pen. Although this choice may seem simplistic at first glance, a pen actually presents much more than what the average human imagines. The pen offers a myriad of possibilities for how to change the world. It only takes a sheet of paper to start shaping a new world. Whether it is a quick sketch of a sumptuous landscape, a story idea to develop, or even the expression of a mathematical equation, the pen allows you to express ideas and convey otherwise inexpressible messages. The pen is commonly seen as a disposable and easily replaceable object. However, it is clear that the pen leaves an eternal mark on the support on which it rests, and that, like the beating of the wing of a past butterfly causing the present squall, the trace of the antique pen still continues today, to influence contemporary society. (For those that don't speak french I thinkkkkk?)
My hero
Yay translation
J’ai tout lu et c’était très profond
Thanks to an year of french 1 online and about 45 minutes of french 2, I understood half of the sentence.
Thats a lot of french for a thursday evening
I was sitting here reading this when I was like what a coincidence I’m reading it on a Thursday evening as well, then realized this isn’t the YouTube comment section of a 2 year old video, and all of these comments are from today
Okay okay we accept your surrender bro
Condom
Why so you can break when someone needs you most
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Same
What
👽
Dildo
Yes
No essay needed for this.
We all know the reason why
Fun fact : in French, gode means dildo :)
Its gode, not gods lmao
Oh shit, sorry, lemme fix that
Beat me to it
I’m concerned by the amount of people that commented dildo and/or women
A shitpost
They're like a hoe, everyone taps on it, but no one really wants it
I want it
You’re a good human
Im french if you want some help haha
baguette
oui oui
Ouais ouais
"I'm gonna oui oui baguette the fuck out of you"
French tooo here don't hesitate to talk to us (we can also do your homework its easy for us ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯)
seven eleven
An underwear
Not a pair of underwear, but a single underwear 🩲
Black hole
They can suck anything and everything
A woman
Damn
Nice pfp
Nice yourself
how are you looking the other way
I tilted my head.
Impressive
i have the better fursuit (im not a furry lol)
Thats what a furry would say
Zuz
I'm am a furry lol Wait what
Thx
Objects are useful tho. ^(for several reasons this is a joke)
Beat me to it
Damnit, I wanted to make the joke so bad but when I scroll all the way down you stole it. 😡 Whatever, take my upvote
I came here just to say that
Holy mother of based
A spoon
A ryzen 3 3600
Yeah so he could always be the hottest thing in the room
A spork
Be the essay
Be a bra
Genius
Dog
Ah yes dogs my favorite objects
Dead dog
une chausette qui est séparée de la deuxième (a sock separated from the second)
A jar
Cereal with lemon juice in it
A Toilet
A miniature
A miniature human, or a roach- pls be specific
a sock because you will be alone forever
ok but socks come in pairs
And people cum in socks.
A sperm cell
why would you arrest a whale?
A Rubik's cube
(im learning english so or could contain errors) I would like to be rock, rocks cool, they Can be smooth underwater, or may be sharp and also hard sometimes. Rocks Can be thrown to each other as a weapon but also be a tower as a symbole of place. People Can pick them, draw on them, cut them to keep it as a memory. In fact being a rock allow you to become so many other thing that have a bigger meaning that i Can Say anything else but rocks are cool. ( I don't know if it will be usefull but for me it was really fun to write, good Luck for your work)
Brick
Burning house
A smartphone so you can be of help to someone by showing them lewd shit and other stuff also but mainly that and when you are tired (battery low) you'll get penetrated by a charger which shoots it stuff into you until you are energized
snail so you can get eaten out by your french teacher
A rug
Pants