Your'e trapped at an abandoned amusement park

explore lol
and then panic and try to find a way out
which is probs over that 50ft fence topped with some tangled barbed wires

but this scenario is kinda incomplete cuz like..
1. what are we doing there?
2. why are we there?
3. what kind of amusement park?
4. how long has it been since it was first abandoned?
5. why is it always night?
6. is it because we are either in the North/South pole or we're just cursed?
7. if it's always night, do we have a flashlight or do we have to rely on the moonlight?
8. do we have our personal belongings with us?
9. are we totally alone?
10. why can't we get out the same way we got in?

o-o

1. the Illuminati put us there
2.Because the Illuminati
3. an Illuminati amusement park
4.only the Illuminati knows
5. because the Illuminati
6. also because the Illuminati
7. we rely on the light of the Illuminati
8. no the Illuminati took them
9. The Illuminati is watching us
10. the Illuminati has blocked the door.


actually I lied, It was me Dio!
 
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But I blew up the park, created a portal to the World Clock, conducted the Sun's Song, and saved the sun! Look how bright it is!
*pan to the sun, which is wearing a bright smiley face, with about one or two clouds, with birds flying around it*
 
/and a then a meteor comes crashing down on the world and we all die/

THE END

/credits roll with 80's pop music/​
 
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At least I died doing what I loved; being oblivious to the people and things around me in a giant spinning strawberry for days on end.
 
I'd like to imagine I am still there, in the strawberry, I can't leave it, me and the strawberry are one.
 
for some reason i haven't respawned yet............... im still just a speck of dust in the great abyss
 
We are strawberry, we are all strawberry.
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Maybe one day we will learn our true purpose, but for now, we as strawberries shall continue our mission to spin forever..
 
Our purpose is the perpetuity.

- - - Post Merge - - -

(I am reading all of this in The Royal Tart Toter's voice)

This cosmic dance of bursting decadence and withheld permissions twists all our arms collectively, but if sweetness can win, and it can, then I'll still be here tomorrow, to high five you yesterday my friend. Peace.
 
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