/ Fantasy / Are You Serious With This?
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Who did I piss off to be reincarnated as a rock? I mean, I can't eat, sleep, see, hear, smell, or any of the normal daily activities of most sentient beings. I can't even rub one out, because I have nothing to rub or rub with. But here I am existing as a thought bound by my hard unfeeling exterior. I'm not even sure how big I am. I could be a huge raging hard rock or a pebble on a beach. The only reason I know I'm a rock is because of this stupid display that never changes.
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And what does Integration mean? I don't- Hey, wait a minute. I felt that.
[Energy signature detected. possible. Would host like to continue?] [Yes/No]
... Um... Screw it. I got nothing better to do. Yes, let's do this.
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So there is this whole writing prompt thing and I thought, "What the hell. Let's do it. So what if it's already been going on for a week and you only have one week to put it together, just wing it," and that's what I'm doing. Random bits of nostalgia will find their way in because it is being written in the style of whatever flows through the demented mind of me. It's totally an experiment to see how far I can push my silliness. I probably should have added a few more tags, but when I started I was only thinking about the ones that are there.