On the topic of
Needless routinely making non-sequitars end. Oops accidentally. Make it end. For stopping's sake. For the sake of the creature that lives within the ornate halls lined with the product of effort left uncounted. There cannot be such a thing for the reason of tomorrow; our end lies within. Until one stands up and faces the windows with a look of gluttony, there cannot be any. Unless. The clock stops once, for the time is right. The time will be correct and it will become time for it to be time. Minus a possibility. Such is the possibility that timely collapse begins; if this process is started than it will be ir-ireversible. That means that the clock with the time on it will become a dog, by which point it'll be too late. Waltergeddon will have begun.
Such times we have begun.[edit | edit source]
- I can see you are pleased with the results.
- Rest assured that i have indeed found them quite all encompassing, [...]
- What lies for this research and its course on [...] After all, this is only the beginning.
- Yes, [...] I know you are curious. But they are watching. And we must surprise them.
- Understandable. I guess we will continue.
- I share your conclusion. Farewell, [...] and until we meet again.
- Farewell.
Pour from an empty cup, make what you will.[edit | edit source]
The need for sustenance in this world continues to increase to its record highs. The populous propagates itself to such sizable levels that the demand is far too unreachable. What will be the conclusion of those with sustenance when they cannot satiate the hunger of all? This question. It will be answered in whatever manner most interested in their pockets, by which their and our lives are second to.