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IF THERES ONE THING OLD GUYS AND GALS LIKE MORE THANGOING TO CHURCH ITS INTERNET DATING CONFIRMEDFACT. WHY NOT COMBINE THE PRAISE JESUS WHILE READING OUR DAILY BREAD (THE DAILY -B- LITERALLY AN OLD WOMAN WHO LIVES IN OUR HOME I NAMED BREAD WHO WRITES A BLOG ABOUT THE SINGLEL IFES) AND CHURCH HUMS PLAYING [d: insert< MIDIFILES.CHURCDHUMS.EXL] AND EMAIL SETTINGS, THINGS LIKE OLD PPL LIKE TO WRITE IN EMAIL ABOUT CATS, TYPES OF SOUP AND DIFFERENT KINDS OF SOUPS ON DATES this is going to be on the front of the websit.

You will be able to set up your grandpa or any your dads you have and set them up on an edate. First edate is free second is extremely expensive (getting old people hooked on edates) and you and yours entitiled to 1one free efuneral but you BUT ONLY ONE FREE EDATE AND EFUNERAL PER ACCOUNT IM SERIOUS

 

You may have heard in the rumor mill churning around out there about the SOAPA laws they are trying to code into the internet well make sure you DON’T ISTALL THAT SOAPA LAW (stands for STOP OUR ARE PIRACY RIGHTS) which. Today’s laws allow you an honest and just download whatever you want and sell it to your mailman ITS CALLED EARNING AN HONEST BUCK!!!

hONESTLY wHY wOULD yOU eVEN tRY tO dEfend a laws that stamp out our most primitive animale Pirate Rights you should be able to wear an eye patch if you want [d:insert<American Drems_praisethetruelordjesushums.gif] on your facebook profile [d:insert<free_efuneraldeathprofit.midifile] or wear pirate themed hats on your webresume (I do).  

Onlime pirating

WHY WOULD YOU GO TO YOUR CLOSEST RETAIL STORE AND PURCHASE THE NEXT TWOPUK ALBUM WHEN YOU COULD GO TO YOUR NEIGHBORS TRUCK BUY THAT SAME THING FOR 1 OR TWO LESS DOLLARS ITS CALLED SUPPLY AND DEMAND GENIUS (SUPPLY (z) / DEMAND (y) = TR or TOTAL RETURN or TR=Z / Y + Tangible Assessets =trade-weighted exchange rate) x

SOAPS IS ANOTHER FORM OF SOCIALISM BASICALLY. SOAPS WONT EVEN LET DONATE TO CHARITY BECAUSE SOAPS DESTROYS HOAPS™. SOAPS WILL TEACH OUR CHIULDREN NOT TO SHARE WHICH WILL MEAN INCRESD WAR OVER OUR DWINDLING PRESCIOUS MINERAL RESCOURCES FOSSIL FULES THANKS SOAPS. AND BY THEN STORM WARFARE WILL BE

ANOTHER THIHNG ABOUT STORM WARFARE – YOU THOUGHT KATRINA WAS BAD JUST THINK ABOUT WAKING UP TO AN EVEN WORSE TORNADO THAT IS WORSE THAN THE KATRINA TORNADEo WAS Storm Warefare is Worse Than Golem Warefare Or the atom bobs falling in Japan world trade towers what new fresh hell is this oh an regular American Day but instead that nice stroll you were doing with your family ur children getsucked up IN THE FLOODWAKE. WAVE GOODBYE DAD THEY HAVE BEEN TURNED TO COLD FUSION FOR CHINASE TANKS .   YOU’LL BE PRAYING TO LIVE IN NEW ORLEANS EVEN THOUGH THE FOOD THERE IS TERRIBLE

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GETTING TOO WORKED UP EMAIL ME YOUR THOUGHTS/PRAYERS

Find Me A Demon Time-Watch or Time Shaman So I Can Reverse The Flow Of Unemployment And Get My Job Back And Also A Warding Stick If It's A Time Demon To Avoid Time Negation Thank You

What a world we live in where the old folks home you work for your heard earned buck suddenly is infested with the rampant zmobie viruses which your employers claim to have traced back to when you accidently invited that Hobo Meta-Shaman onto the premises who sprinkled his corpse rust on the nameless shouting Booga Booga Booga etc etc and then suddenly YOU are suddenly facing termination from your job. I told my boss it’s lucky that unemployment rate is at a whopping 55% percent which is worse than divorce percentages, else I would BID THIS PLACE A DO.

 Mystery Shoes

Time Baby

As the reanimated dead emanatine from forgotten corners and tombs of this home I sit staring at the Broken Laptop of Legend and memories of other jobs I had been fired from flood my visage

When I worked at the supermarket I was fired because when I was stocking Lunchables in the cold section I wanted to show off to a group of teenagers so I said Lunchables? More like HITABLES and smacked the food pouch and kicked it over four isles and it rained cracker and meat bits all over an old lady trying to buy her sweet honey tarts (Also tried to market Hitables idea the snack you can punchtm)

When I worked the night shift at Walmart they caught me rearranging the stuffed animals with my coworker Robert so that the morning customers would find a giant deviant orgy in the toy isles

I worked with a man named Bilbo who made plastic baby jesus’s in his shed and he would sell these to the churches and I was his apprentice and I would craft my jebus babbys with my golden hammer but it was really distracting because Bilbo was always blasting his political radio talkshows in the shed and I would get distracted and my babys would have hideously long arms and misshapen feet and Biblo would holler at me with his eye patch and I would have to dump the deformed Christ dolls in the river out back with the wheelbarrow.

Let me also tell you about the time I worked at The Pizza Factory and I somehow misplaced my Pizza Delivery Warmer and I didn’t know what to do but remembered that my xbox was overheating a lot but I was only able to ram 3 of teh slices into the disk drive and the smell it made was something like battery fluid and marinara sauce so I gave up and ate the rest of the pizza myself which made me feel rerally guilty for the customers but I did give them the PBOX 360

I tell you I went back to that meta-shaman and demanded he speak about the GodHead. He told me about breathing water, and the number 19. He told me of The Fish Magi of the East. I asked him what it’s like to be a god, and he said it is having unlimited power - enough to rule the world - but with no desire to use it, because you are the world. And he told me that the only one with the power to stop this plague of walking dead, this residency of zombie and rot, was a man, a holy man, a prophesier known to me.

“Frisbee”

Before disappearing forever, he told me I will enter his lair.  

   MISS YA BILBO :-(

Residents Evil

Bad news everyone. This is a very dark, dark day these are not good times. These are dark times. For years- years- possibly more years than some of you have even been alive, I have been calling the people here all kinds of warm names like, "The Nameless," and "Nameless Joe" and "Hey Get Off The Steps" and "For the last time get off the steps" and "HELLO PLEASE GET OFF OF THE STEPS" and "The Soul/Youth/Time Suckers/Lords/Thieves" and "Well I told you to get off the steps and this is why." Well my BOSS brought down the hammer on me and now due to some stupid best practices of old age homes or something new policy from on high (aka CORPORTATE THE 1%), I have to call them the "Residents" now and I'm not too pleased with this.

To top this all off, I guess one of the "Residents" somehow snuck a laptop into this place even though that's a breach of my trust and such a device is contraband here in this safe place. So now I have to go and set up all these new security laptop countermeasures and I've developed a particularly malicious whorm that will hunt down the criminal and monitor their every movement slowly draining their battery power and once this is accomplished I will throw the switch (that's what we call it here) and cut all the power to the grounds and at that point it's just a waiting game.

Oh, and finally, my BOSS shut down the rage zone. I said, how are we gonna let out of rage without the rage zone? And MY BOSS was all like, "the people here average 91 years old, they can barely eat their mush properly let alone understand a concept such as the rage zone, where two men enter and 0 or one or on some rare occasions three men leave. Rage zone has to go." Well that was a mistake because violence solves everything, at least when the problems are put to the rage zone test which is diferent than just fighting it out like uncivilized 91 years old cavemen pounding their rocks against the dirt to prove a point.

So anyway I'm sitting there thinking of ways to keep the rage zone. I figured out that maybe if we used foam swords like you know, you take the usual swords we use (they're made of solid oak they're not real don't get the wrong idea) and wrap em up in duct tape and tin foil and on the inside you fill it with red food dye so that it looks like you just threw someone into a sword grinder also you can use any color dye you want, just have to change up the scenario like if you want to be fighting fish, you would use blue dye because of the watery blood they have and if you were fighting aliens you would use green and if you were fighting panthers people you would probably use yellow or orange with a few black speks thrown in there like their coats.

Well all of a sudden, my all the monitors in my command room start to light up. Usually this means one of a few things, like another wolfs raid on the homeless shanty town in the back, or someone tried to re-activate the clay golems (they were never actived in the first place but don't tell the residents that because they get some weird glimmer of hope thinking these things can come to life) I made, and sometimes when Wheels summons the Avatar of War. Sometimes I open the comms and say, "Hey knock it off" but the wolfs dont understand and hell if the Avatar of War ever does anything I ask it to, so usually I just throw a blanket over the monitors and take a nap and usually the probelm goes away. This time, though, it was different. I threw the blanet over the monitors but a stray breeze washed over every time I put the blanket over it so that didn't work. Anyway, I start to turn the monitors off, and then I realise the one that's looking right into Montes' room is flickering a whole wild bunch so i tap the monitor and then I shut it off. Well a moment later, the my command station freaks out because I had found the lap-top criminal so I rush back to my station as fast as I can, and look to see the face of my criminal. As I had suspected, it was that old guy from 'Nam and I was tired it was 1 pm so it was time for my nap figured I'd let him have his fun for now. Montes' monitor was still flickering and now that I think about it he was staring right at the camera but I don't really care for that man so I wasn't paying great attention.
Anyway, I wake up and all the lights are out and I give myself a big pat on the  back for shutting out all the lights with my whorms. So I start to go back to my room and all the Residents are shuffling around like normal but one strikes my eye- Montes. He was running around like a wild man screaming about whatever wildmen scream about and this started to piss me off a little.

All the residents started whining and crying about this guys antics so I took it upon myself to put an end to this madmans madness so I go to the Nam guys room and take his ill gotten laptop and I go out into the middle of the cafeteria and beat Montes to within an inch of his life and then I go back to my command station and throw the laptop right out the window at the homeless people out there, but it got stolen by the wolfs pretty quick. Anyway later, my boss comes in and asks me what happened to Montes and half the residents.

And I'm like, "Someone snuck in a laptop and beat him with it to within an inch of his life because he was running around all like a crazy rabid dog screaming nonsense"

And my boss looks at me with that big, "WHAT?" look I always get, and I just shrugged. And then BOSS was like, "WHERE WERE YOU DURING THE POWER OUTAGE" and I was like in the command center trying to restor power, boss. And then it asked, DID YOU GET BIT?

And I was like no but you can bite me HA and then my boss told me that Montes' was eaten alive and that half the residents are now missing and that the other half are mostly in shock. But the honest truth is, I know where about 3 of them missing residents are. Theyre festering in the new and improved RagezoneRedux out back, guarded by wolf guards.

Who are guarded by me.

$$$ NOSTRAND’S TIPS FOR MAKING YOUR OWN CURRENCY AND BECOME THE ONE PERCEND (1%) $$$

hmmm so cnn, yes cnn, says if you make 300k you are considered in the top 1% of the wealth...and then you take the taxes and everything else your left with lets say 200 to 250 k which isnt much for living in a large city were a parking space can cost 500 bucks or a 500 sq foot loft is 1500 dollars a month, not quite understanding this occupy wall street thing cause i pretty sure that is obtainable if you get a degree in something other than art or music or something else that is totally worthless.....were you don't get paid til you die or no one wants your services...but what the hell do i know I'm trying to get to that 1% so i will just keep my mouth shut and observe as this stupidity plays out.

 

I have instituted a new currency ruling at the Home where all the old must use their hurricane dollars™ to buy their food so you can trade 100 hurricane dollars for 1 tiger dollar and 100 tiger dollars for 1 Barracuda Chip. I altered the vending machines to only accept barracuda chips and if you try to put regular quarters in there it makes a loud buzzing noise and police lights which is why I have the big cut out of a policeman waving his fingers and I whited out the rubbish about drunk driving and wrote BARRACUDA CHIPS ONLY PAL Now when I explained this to the nameless I got a load of questions from their families that made no sense whatsoever What Are We Supposed To Do With The All The Regular Money? and How Are They Even Supposed To Earn One Single Hurricane Dollar…IT’S A FREE MARKET, WHAT DO YOU THINK I DON’T GIVE A STEVE JOBS HOW THEY EARN IT. Of course this entire thing is a front for the real operation, which is $$$FAKING OUT SOCIAL SECURITY$$$

 1) Make up a currency of your own design and implement it with an iron fist. Do not worry about actually making the money. Explain that all current money is now useless and that the new money will be coming soon. That way demand will grow 

2) Trick social security into making you the representative payee for everyone at a home and funnel all these funds through various dummy corporations trickheist ponzi scheme into an account of your choosing

3) Rake in that Dough!!!!!

Now that you are swimming in gold raining down from the clouds of Olympus you may be in pursuit by Wall Street Protestors because your body is made up of 1% pure affluent crystal currency current coursing through your bloodstream giving you the strength to pulverizle these loafs and their rival librarian ramen noodle bloodstreams (beefstreams)

BLOCKBUSTERS HITS

Movie Reviews. Let’s get started

Blade Runner

Robots in a post apocalyptic setting. There are all kinds of motorbikes and lots of skeletons with huge scary legs. They have to use the skeleton bones as swords and tools and grind them up for fuel for the motorbikes. I watched the whole thing and half way through the movie they bury all the bones in the sand so it's basically robots versus the spider gangs at that point BUT FORGET ABOUT IT BECAUSE ALL THE BONES ARE HIDDEN GENIUS. A lot of the movie is the gangs searching for bones in the desert. 5/10. Starring Christian Bail

Human Centipedie

I think this is a tyler perry movie when he pretends to be a big black lady and this is the one where she gets out of prison. I was confused about the movie because of the cultural themes like why are the low income families driving monster trucks through the street and everyone's lawns but they are all on welfare?? What’s with the government sponsored monter truck mobiles? Points for raising cultural awareness 8/10. This is a complex tale that made me weep.

Keeping Up with the Cardashans

What is this movie about anyway a ton of dog ladies making a big deal about their parents who went missing like 20 years ago. Now if they went looking for the parents that would be one thing, but no they only mention it and the mystery is never solved so the dead parent subplot is left unanswered. 2/10

Batman

Imagine being bitten by a spider and suddenly you have all the powers of the spider and then you started flipping cars around with your spider ropes for no reason. If you’re like me you are concerned that the guy will mutate into a huge spiderbeast eventually but take it from someone who saw the whole film, this doesn’t happen not even once. The only sad parts in the movie is the part where he beats a thug to death in an alley with his spider whips and a small child sees this from his window up on high and then the spider man screams and he pulls the child out of the window and carries him on his back across the city like a mama spider?? 6/10.

Policenuts 2

I liked the first policenuts better because in that one there was the laughtrack every time officer McFricupst pistol whipped his partner and it made a funny sound effect and the scene when they drive through the middle of a Veterans Day Parade with their cop sirens and dropping grenades out their window. They toned it down a bit in the sequel and a lot less vets were squashed in their second vet day parade rampage 7/10

 

Snakelad: Adverentus of Snakelad: Snake The Lad

A personal favorites this here is about Snakelad who can turn all slithery just like your favorite household pet. Snakelad avert atomic catastrophy with your camoflagueants and your snakapiedes and your robuts hands and save the Netwerks. I’ll explain in greater detail about Netwerks because it’s integral to understand the movie.

There are roughly 600,000 computers in America today each running at a minimum of 400 mgps. This creates 240,000,000 data streams every second of every day, for a grand total of 60x(secs/min)x 60(min/hr)x 24(hrs/day)x (240,000,000) = 2.07 trillion streams per day. Now, what is a data stream? This is basically the flow of digital juice invisible to the naked eye that passes through every human being at  conception and in turn leaves the body at death, eventually returning to the life stream which comprises all living creatures and completes the grand circle - nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita or "halfway along our life's path" which is the path we must all take in life, which is the path of Limbo.

Once the stream enters Limbo our soul is encountered by The Great Worm based on our choices the Worm is either defeated or we are consumed by the whorm. If we are consumed by the whorm, the whorm judges our worthiness based on four different attributes - skill, knowledge, courage and strength. A select few are deemed ‘Lasciate ogne speranza netzano’ or ‘commander of the eternal order of the netizen.'

I won’t ruin anymore of the story but at the end of the movie Snakelad resets the net to zero and the nukes fly. Classic story of redemption. 10/10.

 Artist's representation of the Net Whorm, shown at 10x1scale. We are indeed the masters of our own fats.

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.