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just imagine
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Mar 10, 2021 00:33
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I hold a raw chicken drumstick in my hand, and shove it into the flat surface of the cube like it's a Golden Corral Chocolate Wonderfall. The flour cube ripples like a Mario 64 painting. When I withdraw the drumstick from the flour cube it is now breaded and fried. I begin to salivate at the wonder, until I realize that my hand, which also entered the flour cube, is also breaded and fried. I scream. Smash cut to a dirty dinnerplate that once contained a fried chicken dinner. There are bits of breading, biscuit crumbs, and flat white whorls where a scoop of mashed potatoes once stood. An odd looking pile of chicken(?) bones are strewn across the plate. A long, contented sigh is heard from off screen. "Best drat chicken fingers I ever ate, tell you what. Now that's finger lickin' good." COMING TO KFC Q3 2021
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Mar 10, 2021 04:59
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i actually ordered the giant cube of feta but uh ... no no, don't send it back, it's fine. *sighs* it's fine.
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Mar 10, 2021 05:40
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Better than your MOTHER'S cooking am I right
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Mar 10, 2021 11:09
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giant terrifying flour cube was my mother's favorite recipe
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Mar 10, 2021 16:28
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Flour cube only does 1d4 of damage and is found on the first level of the dungeon.
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Mar 10, 2021 20:03
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drat. My recipe calls for a flour octahedron. Thanks anyway.
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Mar 18, 2021 20:51
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How does it keep its shape... Impossible
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Mar 18, 2021 21:46
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i was thinking about the cube again today
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May 28, 2021 05:37
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the monstrous improbable, no, impossible cube!
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May 28, 2021 06:39
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towering over us all
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May 28, 2021 06:40
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The Cube came to me in my dreams again last night. Silent, again. Just...existing there, in the background of my already tormented and fractured dreams. An unmovable constant.
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May 28, 2021 14:56
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unmovable, yet somehow also grinding us all down
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May 28, 2021 15:08
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>I add olive oil to the cube
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May 28, 2021 15:29
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DeadFatDuckFat posted:>I add olive oil to the cube the cube exists in all of us, in the collective unconscious. when you affect it, the effects are unique to you.
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May 28, 2021 16:50
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Cease to Hope posted:the cube exists in all of us, in the collective unconscious. when you affect it, the effects are unique to you. >I add panko to the cube/myself
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May 28, 2021 17:10
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When I need to add a little unzest to my dish I use a microplane on my giant cube of flour.
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May 28, 2021 17:50
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Digging barehanded through an empty white plane of flour cubes. A barren Elysian field, whiter and dustier than the freshest soft snow. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=msxUZlpeOzE Slowly going deeper. I am now in a corridor whose floor, ceiling, and walls are all flour cubes. I never stop. I dig without ceasing What happens when I get to the end? They can't go on forever. There has to be something beyond the giant cubes of flour.
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May 29, 2021 05:12
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>I slowly submerge my panko crusted self and cube into the hot deep fryer
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May 29, 2021 05:27
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How can anyone cope with such a thing?
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May 30, 2021 03:21
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When the blade. Comes down. In your mixer And the buns are almost made Oh I wanna be therere in your, cooker Ooohhh ooo ooooh, cube-o-flour
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May 30, 2021 17:59
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what the gently caress is flour?
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May 31, 2021 06:37
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Smythe posted:what the gently caress is flour? the stuff of nightmares, friend
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May 31, 2021 06:45
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Cease to Hope posted:the stuff of nightmares, friend 
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Jun 2, 2021 19:29
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I emerge from the deep fryer, crispy and delicious, holding my now golden cube of flour. First, the neighborhood dogs come to investigate, then the small children from the nearby school. It is not long until scientists and government officials come to gaze upon the cube. I raise my golden flour cube high above me with both hands as mouths and fingers alike begin picking my panko encrusted flesh apart. The cube reflects the warm rays of the sun during the day, and glows with pale moonlight at night. I have brought peace to the world, for all are healed by mine flour cube
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Jun 2, 2021 19:51
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DeadFatDuckFat posted:I emerge from the deep fryer, crispy and delicious, holding my now golden cube of flour. First, the neighborhood dogs come to investigate, then the small children from the nearby school. It is not long until scientists and government officials come to gaze upon the cube. I raise my golden flour cube high above me with both hands as mouths and fingers alike begin picking my panko encrusted flesh apart. The cube reflects the warm rays of the sun during the day, and glows with pale moonlight at night. I have brought peace to the world, for all are healed by mine flour cube the cube claims another.
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Jun 2, 2021 20:01
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Smythe posted:what the gently caress is flour? But what is flour? It's a difficult question, because flour is impossible to describe. One might ask the same about birds. What are birds? We just don't know.
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Jun 3, 2021 03:51
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Smythe posted:what the gently caress is flour? fleur de something
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Jun 4, 2021 14:38
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it has claimed your ability to understand things you once knew what will it claim next
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Jun 5, 2021 19:23
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Cease to Hope posted:it has claimed your ability to understand things you once knew i cannot even remember my own name. the vastly huge white and powdery cube encompasses my entire world. ----------------
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Jun 5, 2021 20:15
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>I awaken with eyes that have never seen before. Sitting upward, my gaze fixes upon the now gargantuan golden cube of flour hovering in the sky. Looking around, there is nothing but wheat fields covering the land. Cries of ecstasy and pain arise from those malnourished bodies working the fields for their service to the cube is both punishment and pleasure. I do not know how or why the cube has torn me from my eternal rest, but the air is ripe with dreadful purpose. And a harsh breeze rustles through the stalks of wheat, the mocking laughter of the God I helped apotheosize.
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Jun 5, 2021 22:30
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Once the Cube has you, you can never be free.
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Jun 5, 2021 23:05
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Los Ingobernables de Onsite BYOB
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Jun 5, 2021 23:10
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Rick posted:Once the Cube has you, you can never be free. Once the Cube has you, only THEN are you free.
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Jun 11, 2021 21:42
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it was a mistake to imagine it did it already exist before that?
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Jun 11, 2021 22:33
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>I begin the pilgrimage to the holiest site on Earth, the city of Mill, a massive urban sprawl of decadence and decay quickly built upon the land lying directly underneath the Cube. There are many sights seen while on my journey. I encounter the Rearranged, the worshippers who have broken their bones and replaced limbs to further resemble the godly Golden Shape. I take pity upon a man imprisoned for his attempt to sneak some of his own flesh into the holy wheat tithe. I am compelled to join in as the field laborers sing their daily hymns at noon among the endless gilded seas of wheat. The whole world has become this, except for the city within the Cube's shadow. DeadFatDuckFat fucked around with this message at 19:54 on Jun 18, 2021 |
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the cube...
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