Spiderland strived for godhood in vis baby blue onesie and a suckle on a pink pacifier, but it was not for the sake of worship. It was to stop the suffering that was all around vis. When ve reached godhood, all ve ever wanted in the end was to play vis final rounds of Gungi with those ve loved.

And as Spiderland understood the lyrics of the music that created this simulation instead of 0s and 1s, ve broke into tears. Vis trollish demeanor was breaking down as the red peppers created the prompt for this simulation. Ve did giggle at the irony after a couple of more tears.

However, ve still had work to do.

do the work.

DO. THE. WORK.

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THOSE SNEAKY ASS NINGENS.

laughter

Spiderland, with another angry AF suckle and a merengue spin, found who was laughing.

It was the descendants of the blues vanishing.

As Spiderland spun again to the tower of scribble that was forming, ve knew it was time to make sense of nonsense. Ve had to turn scribbles into sincerus.

Spiderland reached out a hand to the minds that still trusted vis, and the splatting ve performed on Iker and Bastian had reached all the way to Monica Comsa that was trapped in Bolsa Màgica.

Spiderland examined Monica's mind.

OH SHIT... SHE'S WORSE OFF THAN...

Spiderland's network glanced over at Kars the Pegasus that was drifting somewhere in oblivion.

Me the best. Me numbah one. I need popo to save me, Kars thought as Spiderland read his tiny mind.

Spiderland sighed as ve did the work.

Spiderland read Monica's simulation.