Kill The Thread!

[Maniacal Engineer]

I'd rather suppose than find out the hard way.

 

[DawningWinds]

Perhaps.
But I myself prefer to learn by doing things.

 

[Maniacal Engineer]

So you'd rather learn not to stick a piece of metal into an electrical outlet by sticking a piece of metal into an electrical outlet and getting zapped?
Some things you don't need to actually do to know it's bad.

 

[DawningWinds]

Fair enough.

 

[Maniacal Engineer]

See? Sometimes I can have a good point.

 

[DawningWinds]

Still, you can also make some rather flawed points.

 

[Maniacal Engineer]

Nah. None of my points are actually flawed. They're all correct, even if only technically so. That's what makes them so brilliant.

 

[toastghost]

The Nesquik Rabbit is a trickster god; a creature of lies who offers false promises of happiness to human children under the guise of chocolate milk. The milk is as blatant a falsity as he is, and from the moment the foul stuff touches your lips, you will know it to be your doom. Succumbing to the same sickness and mutation that sorrowfully befell him those lost and terrible eons ago, you, yourself, will become a hideous slave to serve in The Nesquik Rabbit's great and unholy army. You will unwillingly follow with countless other victims in his large and deceitful footsteps; spreading his disease to the furthest reaches of the Spectral Realm. Because his malevolence has rendered him physically weak as a spirit, he relies on his wicked cunning to ensnare his prey. His voice is high and child-like. He mimics the happiness that you seek. He will make you believe that he has it, so that you will believe he has what you want, and thus, will do what he asks in order to get it. He will make you drink the chocolate milk. Do not be fooled. If you can resist the charmer's promises, you will see the chocolate-milk snake for what he truly is beneath his old and awful facade; and you will run from him in primal terror of what you know him to be. He will not pursue you, should you see through his disguise. He will merely smile at you and turn to leave. He is somewhat impressed that you were able to resist his evil powers of persuasion, but the road is long and he can not dwell. An endless market of weak hearts and gullible fools, ripe for the plucking, lay just over the horizon of the next hell-acre. The only things he fears, aside from cleverness and luckiness which outrank his own, are The Pringles Man, who, if provoked, is death incarnate, and The Quaker Oats Man, who is salvation, and is confined to a hell-plane apart from the rest of the Spectral Realm. All three are members of Pilotredsun's Advertiser Demons Trinity. Should you ever find yourself trapped in the Spectral Realm at large, you must find a way to escape and hope you don't cross paths with the untrustworthy Nesquik Rabbit or the insidious Pringles Man. Be wise and be wary. The Nesquik Rabbit is not your friend, and he does not, as he loves to put it, "deliver the goods."

 

[Toxtricity]

good story

 

[Maniacal Engineer]

Tl;dr

 

[dawn dusk]

still less oppositions and technology to make slight alterations

 

[Maniacal Engineer]

What counts as a slight alteration?

 

[dawn dusk]

alter everything

 

[DawningWinds]

Makes sense.

 

[Maniacal Engineer]

I mean, I’m not a tailor. I don’t do alterations.

 

[dawn dusk]

my mother is tailor

 

[DawningWinds]

That's a useful skill to have, right? ...I have no idea.

 

[Maniacal Engineer]

It certainly can be. Any craft is a good skill to have.

 

[DawningWinds]

I see.

 

[Maniacal Engineer]

If I take off my glasses, I don’t see.