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Signalis: Greentext edition

Summary:

With every post my soul deforms further

Notes:

Writing for Eigengrau is slowly progressing (fuck you some of us are sad and employed.) (yeah lol no)

 

 


My shitposting instincts, however, require satiation.

 

 

 


No God will forgive me.

Chapter 1: Part 1: The Penrose Ship

Notes:

ALL CHARACTERS AND EVENTS IN THIS FIC—EVEN THOSE BASED ON REAL PEOPLE—ARE ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. ALL CELEBRITY VOICES ARE IMPERSONATED…..POORLY. THE FOLLOWING FIC CONTAINS COARSE LANGUAGE AND DUE TO ITS CONTENT IT SHOULD NOT BE READ BY ANYONE

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

>Be me
>WAKE UP
>in a pod in some fucked up ass ship
>I think I'm a droid of some kind
>The female kind
>A Gynoid
>NO DICK
>NO BALLS
>Still have a butthole
>Pussy isn't confirmed cannon tho
>Look around, find a burned picture of a white bitch
>Super white, like even the hair
>Filled with the inexplicable urge to find  her
>fake: women can't even drive why would you ever let them fly spaceships?
>gay: half the picture is missing, half a picture that could contain another woman
>Go to the airlock
>There's a space suit missing
>WOMAN! WHERE IS MY SPACE SUIT!?!
>Oh there's two
>SPACE SUIT! WHERE IS MY WOMAN!?!
>I put that shit ON
>Embark into the freezing cold
>take a look around 
>limp bizkit is NOT fucking up their town
>wander among random ass columns
>approach a minecraft ahh gate 
>find myself standing on top of a perfectly cylindrical red hole with no snow in it
>glad to see SOMETHING is fucking normal around here, Christ
>walk down the convenient staircase 
>find another, smaller, tighter hole
>hee hee
>hole
>crawl through the hole
>find myself in some random bedroom
>mattress on the floor, a safe with a bunch of locks on it (filled with yaoi I'm sure) a radio and some banned books
>man, is this what being a NEET in a communist country is like? I bet the old ass computer they've got in here doesn't even get porn
>old ahh book lying on the desk
>'the king in yellow'
>maybe he'll prove to be a mellow fellow
>open it
>radio and computer turns on 
>ACHTUNG 
>ACHTUNG
>hear random numbers
>see a radio station in the distance
>cue dramatic piano music
>see visions of my face melting 
>GREAT HOLES ARE DIGGED WHERE EARTHS PORES OUGHT TO SUFFICE 
>AND THINGS HAVE LEARNED TO WALK THAT OUGHT TO CRAWL
>see some emo bitch bout to cut herself
>REMEMBER OUR PROMISE
>see blood on the floor
>white bitch from the picture jump scares me
>WAKE UP
>error screen
>a mellow fellow he was not

Notes:

Addendum: Friday, August 15th, 2025

Ariane scoffed, a high, playful thing.

"If you think age of consent is the best New Order song you're out of your mind."

She's met with a smirk, the kind you give a child before you humiliate them.

"What's your favorite then?" Elster says. "Are you going to say blue Monday like a basic bitch?"

"No. My favorite is fine time."

A pregnant pause, a pulsing thing, demanding to be aborted.

"The lead single off of their Ibiza album?"

"Yeah."

Elster stared out into the cosmos, a dawning realization beating away at her mind.

A mounting dread.

"You have an IQ of 80 and a drug problem, don't you?"

"BOY DO I!"