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SPECIAL GUEST CO-AUTHOR: LÉOON
It all started when Crim the dog was to give his speech for show and tell one day in class; little did the fuckhead know that what he was about to did could never be un-did.
He held aloft an artifact of unholy might, and from the first utterance I knew the world was going to end right there and then. “Was there once, more than even without the beginning of any more than it did?”
The first sentence had been shat from his mouth and there was no turning back.
“When faster that next can’t also become true as is, but won’t must at because of never isn’t any more three than seven eight nine without a trip.” The teacher tried to stop it, but with the summation of the second sentence, his soul shot from his ass by the power of Crim’s words:
“As was wasn’t yet more him because! After can't see, like all would! But is aren't will not, no no, not slight but any more than will without yet can't sin dead! With will am! But hate yes! Can't won't will but beg did!” With his every word Crim the dog tore through the shreds of reality, and delved deeper into warp.
“Whilst man but, no! Get all than isn’t while no more had tomorrow, deeper wasn’t true! SIEGE! Up are while seven then enter pi! Sing open just went aren't MORE NOT AM YES!!!!!!! Because with get upon yet never then does can SHIT MAN!”
That had done it. The thin veil of reality had been shattered, and Crim the dog had begun to swirl about the air like a massive red turd swirling in the waters of an overflowing shitter. And for a moment the cries of the universe could be heard. Within Crim's tiny fuck-brain the universe opened to him. He had become aware of all, forever and then some.
To him he had never existed, and he had always existed. He was nowhere but everywhen. Crim's transcendence could mean only one thing: the great Chaos god Tzeentch had sent forth a greater daemon who had created Crim in his own image; an image that never is and can only be real if it isn’t. He had been granted incredible power, and this was only the beginning. A beginning that has always ended before it started, but only after the end.
(Fun fact: If you think you're still sane after reading this, you probably never were to begin with.)
It all started when Crim the dog was to give his speech for show and tell one day in class; little did the fuckhead know that what he was about to did could never be un-did.
He held aloft an artifact of unholy might, and from the first utterance I knew the world was going to end right there and then. “Was there once, more than even without the beginning of any more than it did?”
The first sentence had been shat from his mouth and there was no turning back.
“When faster that next can’t also become true as is, but won’t must at because of never isn’t any more three than seven eight nine without a trip.” The teacher tried to stop it, but with the summation of the second sentence, his soul shot from his ass by the power of Crim’s words:
“As was wasn’t yet more him because! After can't see, like all would! But is aren't will not, no no, not slight but any more than will without yet can't sin dead! With will am! But hate yes! Can't won't will but beg did!” With his every word Crim the dog tore through the shreds of reality, and delved deeper into warp.
“Whilst man but, no! Get all than isn’t while no more had tomorrow, deeper wasn’t true! SIEGE! Up are while seven then enter pi! Sing open just went aren't MORE NOT AM YES!!!!!!! Because with get upon yet never then does can SHIT MAN!”
That had done it. The thin veil of reality had been shattered, and Crim the dog had begun to swirl about the air like a massive red turd swirling in the waters of an overflowing shitter. And for a moment the cries of the universe could be heard. Within Crim's tiny fuck-brain the universe opened to him. He had become aware of all, forever and then some.
To him he had never existed, and he had always existed. He was nowhere but everywhen. Crim's transcendence could mean only one thing: the great Chaos god Tzeentch had sent forth a greater daemon who had created Crim in his own image; an image that never is and can only be real if it isn’t. He had been granted incredible power, and this was only the beginning. A beginning that has always ended before it started, but only after the end.
(Fun fact: If you think you're still sane after reading this, you probably never were to begin with.)
Category Artwork (Digital) / Comics
Species Dog (Other)
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File Size 25.9 kB
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