PAIN IS WEAKNESS WEAKENING THE BODY, OR: PIIWANSWAEIGGHBD, OR: Pain is Weakness Weakening the Body if you remove every other letter and also don't consider spacing thank you.

Have you ever been hurt? Probably, if you're a clown. If you were involved in the race wars maybe, or the clown wars, or the now- legendary "Twelve Hours Homeless War" in which literally 98% of all homeless were killed or driven out by the frigid cold and the other 2% erupted into merciless war (2% doesn't seem like all that much but 2% of a city of 1,000,000 is 2,000 and every single one of these people died in the period of 12 hours. That is 162 fatal wounds per hour, or 2.7 fatalities per minute. That terrible night, 0.045 brave homeless souls died per second. The dps I can't even imagine how much dps that amounts to. So I took it upon myself to figure it out. Oh, One million homeless people sounds a little excessive to you? I dont know where you're from, probably Decadence Lane USA, but here we do things a bit differently. We have a lavish homeless city here made of cardboard boxes and sheet metal and there was a time, during the Great Metal heist, that these sheet metal dwellings were the envy of every man woman and kibble-less child, including they who somehow cling to life here in this facility, mocking god and nature with every living day. But the nameless werent the only ones who went wanting during these dark times, for the homeless, the nameless' prodigal siblings, were covetous of the food the nameless so gluttonously threw from the windows to the wolves. And so, after the great wolf massacre, followed by the "Rights 4 Wolfs" Riot, and finally the, "Take away the wolfs rights as they are using them in a fashion we had not previously considered and now they are taking out taxes from us and our homes please send aid" riot, things had at last come to a boiling point.

The homeless took to the streets demanding food and sustenence, whilst the nameless demanded the excessive sheet metal mansions to be brought into the facility, dismantled, and crafted into Dreadnaught BattlePlate (which was to be used later- to the horror of the entire world aside from, perhaps, North Korea- in the Age of Sundering and all the bloody battles that entailed, resulting in the ultimate enslavement of the proud 'HOBO LOBO' clan, or, "HOBO WOLVES" as it translates into our language. This would additionaly result in Hobo Wolf Shamans summoning the shadow spirits, as I have described them in previous posts, in order to break their bondage.) This, in turn, set the stage for the (involuntary) hunger strike that, in combination with the freezing cold, destroyed much of the homeless.

This man is not pleased with his prospects

Last of the Hobo Lobo


Considering these factors, I have come to assert several values to these people in order to discern the DPS required to kill 0.045 Homeless People per second over the course of 12 hours. I have created a 1-100 scale, 1 being the lowest (weakest) and 100 being the highest (strongest). Perhaps a 1 on the Kender-Cordell Nostrand Scale, would be a weakened homeless child starving of kibble famine, whilst a 100 would be a homeless man come across a pile of steroids and automatic weapons. For each subject I tested 100 different Vitality factors. I took the average of these results, to find the rough average vitality of homeless individuals (83, these are a surprisingly robust peoples..

Finally, I found four homeless individuals. Each was chosen for it's position on the Kender-Cordell Nostrand Scale: One level 1, Two Level 83, and One level 100. I then placed 2 homeless in 2 different rooms: In room A the level 1 and level 83. In room B the level 100 and the additional level 83.  I had given the level 1 subject a blunt rusted cheap sword, and the level 100 received nothing but was permitted to use his fists. (NOTE: LEVEL 100 KILLED 3 POLICE OFFICERS DURING THE ATTEMPT TO REMOVE THE AUTOMATIC WEAPONS FROM HIS STEROID RIDDEN HANDS)

I then told these individuals nothing, and I locked the doors and walked away, as "Quickness of Wit" was one of the 100 factors I had tested.

Of the 4 subjects, 3 (level 1, level 100, and a single level 83) died. The level 83 in subject level 1's room was slightly confused as upon opening the door I assumed he had murdered the child and broke every bone in its body, but he said that the child raised the sword murderously but due to kibble-famine his arms broke and the sword collapsed upon him, crushing his tiny frame. Investigation pending.

Unfortunately, tests were inconclusive most likely due to the fact that I took no recordings or notes during this time and thus, to my best estimation, it (on average) takes 1,844 damage per second to kill a homeless person of vitality index 83 in 0.045 seconds.

Now I would prefer that the world knows that I had not intended any harm to come from this information. Due to corporate espionage, someone stole my findings. Mere hours later, I found wheels- Wheels!- spinning around in circles on the grounds, with meat and kibbles tied to her chair- to attract the homeless. And razors- to slay them. And a speedometer that read, "1844." And a pile of dead homeless bodies all around, as well as sheet metals.

And later, after that horrible day just one week exactly before the cold hunger wars, wheels became something else. As all the nameless slept, the endless pounding of hammer upon unholy anvil emanating from wheels' room..... stopped. And the lights in the facility flickered, and I lost several documents in the coming black out. All was silent and dark. And then the grounds shook, and it thundered, and the door opened and wheels'- battle wheels, clad in Dreadnaught BattlePlate- came, and the thunder came with her.

And all the wolves, now, are dead.

 Final known black and white picture of Wheels before the day of reckoning

Possibly a wolf. Maybe there's hope for you wolfs yet. Nature always find a way.

SCIENCE DAY

HELLO MY FELLOW TIME-TRAVELERS AND SCIENCE ENTHUSIASTS SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR A WHILE BUT THE REASON IS I AM A VERY BUSY MAN VENTURING INTO THE WORLD OF SCIENCE AND TIME. I HAVE BEEN WATCHING A TON OF STEVE HAWKINGS ON THE SCIENCE CHANNEL SO GUESS WHAT - IT IS INDEED SCIENCE DAY HERE AT THE CARE HOME AND I HAVE BEEN HARD AT WORK MAKING FUN ACKTIVITIES TO BRIGHTEN UP THE BORING AND UNEVENFULT LIFE OF YON GRAVEYARDITES

 

First up “Snake Boxes” activity which is nothing more than me packing up half my snake collection in cardboard boxes and painting on the boxes different words such as “clothing” and “hard candy snacks” and when the nameless are investigating these science crates I burst into the room saying GET AWAY FROM THEM BOXES THEY ARE FULL OF POISONOUS SNAKES as I hurl the boxes into my handcrafted whirlwind machine. This machine is like a giant centrifuge that circulates the snakes we then study them carefully in their Free Flight making note of the Coriolis effect. The machine often overheats so everyone in the room needs to take turns crawling beneath the spinning snakes dragging their pails of water so they can dump these into the coolant tanks and keep in mind the snakes are wailing their inhuman screams only achieved when we reach 100 SRPM or Snake Revolutions Per Minute which is why during the experiment I kept screaming at the tops of my lungs for more water so that the machine doesn’t overheat and we end up getting sucked up into that giant snake tornado. The idea is to study the fight or flight response.

I turned the downstairs toilet into a raging volcano or geyser and hooked up as many hydraulics as I could to the power grid. Our building has become fully functional through science and creativity. I then scream NOW WITNESS THE FOLLY OF NATURAL SELECTION the idea being to disprove evolution which is the basis of all witchcraft folklore. By dismantling our volcano toilet we were reunited with the yoke of our species and within minutes everything was shut down including the snake machine and all lights. In the complete darkness I calmly waited for Our Lord Jesus to come and pass upon us his judgment and evolve my darkened snake kingdom into a race of snake shock troopers. "Half of science is surprises followed by mystery and the other half is suspended belief."

I invited Steven Hawking to my snake evolution so that he would be assimilated into my new species of snake people. I guess he would act as some type of god king who would command my new army of snake troopers. 

Very frequently I daydream about my snake god traveling the cosmos in his computer chair which also had rockets on it and him speaking in that weird disembodied computer voice with the volume all the way up so it sounds like God's Voice were he to travel to new planets with his tactical pad (tacpad) on his arm to help him to discover new life so that he may teach many alien boys and girls about black holes and new kinds of metals they can use as weapons and then he winks at them and flies off into the Blue Sky for new adventures. He will have full knowledge of space time continuum which is why you can expect lots of our history being rewritten by steve hawks and with all the Tangent Universes going on things are going to get pretty strange. The twist would be that the chair is actually alive instead of the paralyzed snake god thing. So you may think that one way to kill the snake king is to focus all attacks directly on the chair but you better believe its gonna be tough because the STEVHAWX chair has many strap-on pulpusion boosters that detach in deep orbit so even if you damage the chair enough its pointless – it’s just going to fly away and detach its limp snake body toward the earth and who knows what that thing is capable of doing.

WHEN I HAVE A COMPLETE MASTERY OF BOTH TIME AND SPACE I WILL BE ABLE TO PREVENT THE ENTIRE WAR WITH THE GOD CHAIR AND THUS BECOME A CHRONO ‘NOSTRAND’ TRIGGER - HERO OF TIME. OR PERHAPS IT WILL HAVE ALREADY HAPPENED? PERHAPS, THROUGH THE MIRACLE OF SCIENCE, YOU ALREADY KNEW ABOUT THIS BEFORE YOU READ IT BEFORE YOU READ ABOUT KNOWING ABOUT IT.