You snap out of your dumbstruckness and proceed to reply to this anonymous individual.
-- began pestering peregrineConartist [PC] at 03:14 --
Greetings red, mentally challenged mammal.
PC: Who are you?
PC: Who are you?
My name is of little importance, and you will find out soon anyway. I hope you will find my white text befitting of an omniscient being like myself.
PC: The only irritation is I have to highlight your response everytime.
You'll get used to it, just like every other mentor under my apprenticeship.
PC: Why me though, why am I your apprentice?
You are not.
PC: Oh?
I was basically telling you to deal with it..
PC: So who is the one you mentor, does he/she know us?
Yes.
PC: Who would this alleged seer be then?
The jumpy, practical one.
PC: I know who you mean, then.
I figured you would know her well enough to have encountered her defining characteristics.
PC: Am I wrong, then?
No.
PC: So, theres a guy like you who talks in a VERY similar matter in a web comic I read.
PC: Are you by chance, related to him, so far you are both claim to be omniscient, talk in white text and have no chumhandle.
Related is a very mortal concept.
I have no relatives.
I live in the middle of a sun, which happens to also be the source of my omnipotent power.
While the Doctor you are comparing me to is on a green cityscaped moon.
We have completely different intentions, I am a protector of the universe, and am completely aligned with the forces of good.
The Doc you presumptiously compared me to has far more questionable motives, and is trying to summon a very evil very powerful demon.
We also draw our powers from two entirely different suns.
The Doc you presumptiously compared me to has far more questionable motives, and is trying to summon a very evil very powerful demon.
We also draw our powers from two entirely different suns.
His is from a green sun, which incase you were going to check, do not normally exist.
Mine is from a very big, very bright blue sun.
PC: Which do exist?
Yes. But under anormal conditions, the Green Sun can exist as well. But I won't go into that.
I generally only answer questions with three answers. The answers are the reasons why I won't answer such questions. I won't talk of that now though.
I generally only answer questions with three answers. The answers are the reasons why I won't answer such questions. I won't talk of that now though.
PC: In general terms of location, where abouts is this sun you would be drawing power from?
In the heart of the Blue Sun Galaxy.
No where you'll be going in this life.
PC: This life?
PC: Is it possible you are cryptically stating there are other versions of us in the future.
PC: Or was it a play on the cats have nine lives thing?
The Former.
PC: How does that work?
In about about 18 years from now, over 15 years from your death, you will be reincarnated.PC: I thought you said you generally never gave anything but three answers?
A valid point.
But I have already made preparations so that only you will ever know the knowledge I have granted you.
And when you die in a few years time due to your depressingly short animalistic lifespan, and are reincarnated a decade and a half later.
You won't remember a thing from this life.
PC: I suppose omniscience would be your key tool for this elaborate defence of sacred knowledge?
Yes.
PC: So what are you waiting so long to contact the cleric for?
She needs to be at a computer, and signed into her IM client.
PC: Couldn't you simply use your excessive blue sun powers to teleport to her?
A valid point. I could.
But not only would I scare the 'fair dinkum' out of your bipedal friend.
She also needs to be at her computer and ready in her own time.
PC: You say you'd scare the 'fair dinkum' out of her, are you terrifying beyond all reason, or was that a play on her australian heritage?
The latter. And to a lesser extent the former.
In person I am quite charming actually.
But not many come face to face with a universal guardian with a white globe for a head.
Not to mention the blue sun energies pulsing around my person can give cats quite a worried 8 lives.
PC: Now I know that was a deliberate play on the 9 lives joke.
Yes it was. You would make a good seer.
PC: Are you unable to lie or something?
I have no need to.
Omniscient beings don't need lies to achieve their goals.
PC: A fair point.
PC: So what about omissive lies?
Those generally aren't lies. Just a lack of details.
It's a very mortal concept to begin with.
But I don't use them anyway. For the same reason as regular lies.
PC: Okay.
PC: What about Jokes?
Jokes are temporary lies and usually if someone lucky enough to be in my counsel asks. I tell them. Because at this point, they have already received the punchline.
If the Punchline is never delivered then it is no longer a joke, it would be a drawn-out prank.
Thankfully for you, I don't play those, only beings with evil motives would do so.
If the Punchline is never delivered then it is no longer a joke, it would be a drawn-out prank.
Thankfully for you, I don't play those, only beings with evil motives would do so.
PC: I see.
I will be leaving now.
The 14 seconds I have scheduled for this conversation are almost up.
PC: 14?
I type very fast.
Farewell.
-- ceased pestering peregrineConartist [PC] at 03:14 --
You really wonder how the fuck he did that. This is the first time you've known anyone that fast at typing, and how was it 14 seconds when you were typing too.
You suppose that would probably explain why your arms decided they suddenly wanted to be sore and hella tired out.
You also ponder how he was able to talk to you without a chumhandle.
You've now decided to stop giving a shit.
But wait.
He's probably using a device that doesn't even look like a computer, if his story is to be beleived and he does live in the middle of a fucking sun, he would need something very fireproof.
How he knew what you were going to say, and his knowledge about past events in your friends lives and a lot of information about you and your friends could mean he is possibly omniscient.
Hopefully your friend will have an easier time understanding his cryptic horseshit than you did. At least he does seem to be a good guy. You wonder if his story about Doc means that Sgrounds, Sglub or Syard could actually be a thing.
Suddenly you feel like you 'get' jack shit.
You now officially don't give one either, for real this time.
You suppose that would probably explain why your arms decided they suddenly wanted to be sore and hella tired out.
You've now decided to stop giving a shit.
But wait.
He's probably using a device that doesn't even look like a computer, if his story is to be beleived and he does live in the middle of a fucking sun, he would need something very fireproof.
How he knew what you were going to say, and his knowledge about past events in your friends lives and a lot of information about you and your friends could mean he is possibly omniscient.
Hopefully your friend will have an easier time understanding his cryptic horseshit than you did. At least he does seem to be a good guy. You wonder if his story about Doc means that Sgrounds, Sglub or Syard could actually be a thing.
Suddenly you feel like you 'get' jack shit.
You now officially don't give one either, for real this time.
