You mean like my friend fiction? Like the story where the whole basketball team becomes zombies and then they all fight over dating me?
Butts butts, I love butts.
Tina, is that you?
My fear is that ‘my friend, the author’ won’t be describing me in friendly terms, but in a horribly honest way, detailing bad habits I was previously oblivious to.
“For a brief moment It was a moment that MoonofOrd gained self awareness. A shockwave of clarity and understanding push the clouds of mystery away in all directions. Reality laid bare. Naked true about what was occurring, yet also terror. The shockwave now gone, the cloud of mystery slowly roll back in; covering reality; obscuring truth. Anguish as the pure knowledge of existence would be stolen from them. Could they somehow preserve this in the moments remaining? The cloud roll over them. Numbness. Disconnection. Disassociation…then confusion. What were they thinking? Something about…something … real? Whatever. Back to Lemmy. Huh, I should post this on /c/showerthoughts .”
“Grow,” the Creator whispered. “Grow, and become.”
Ord didn’t understand. It had been nothing but a lonely moon its whole life. “It hurt,” Ord whimpered feebly. “It hurt, all the time.”
The creator didn’t respond at first. It kept orbiting at the same distance, its thoughts fragmented and superimposed. Eventually the voice of the Lord spoke very clearly and apologized. It was sorry, it said. It hadn’t meant for things to get so out of hand. The history had gotten all mixed up and written down wrong.
Ord told it that was okay. It seemed happy with that. It left shortly after.
Then the planet of Ord started to grow.
Unrealistic, lol.
Yes. 100%
