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(I shall now read a story for you all:) There is an ancient chronicle not many know of, and those who do assume it is fake. It tells of a great story that not many believe, probably cause the whole thing is kinda melodramatic and doesn’t make sense… but it is in fact very real. As real as the matrix and the program computing our ever move in this simulation of life(/j). It tells the story of something that almost ended the entire world. A small bowl of soup. Our story starts in a small village off the coast of… someplace... (The chronicle doesn’t say for some reason just says “off the coast.” Talk about lazy writing right?) Anyway, a little girl living in the village, no older than 300…. (Wait what?? Were these people immortal or something?? That “‘little girl’ would be a very old grandma!). One day when walking in the woods she found a small ceramic bowl. And like all ‘little’ girls she is curious and decides to take it home, despite feeling an old melancholy from it. Little did anyone know, this girl was the most insane person ever, at least when it came to bowls. Instead of using it for cereal or soup, she wears it as a hat, uses it as a pillow for sleep, eats some of the BOWL ITSELF, throws it at a cucoo(LoZ reference lol) somehow surviving, and even uses it as a telephone!? (O thought this was ancient, I don't think telephones even existed back then). With her constant misusing it, it was inevitable that the bowl… would break. Yes, eventually she just flat out dropped the bowl and it broke, despite somehow being able to withstand being thrown at video games versions of chickens. Suddenly there was a giant surge of… something. (dang this writer isn’t very specific ain’t they?) The girl looked around her and saw very reality collapsing. Apparently, the program running the simulation of life couldn’t compute her idioticy so when she dropped the bowl the matrix collapsed. As she watched reality crumble before her she suddenly saw a robot that looked like Bamax running toward her. Bamax picked up the bits of the bowl, yote them into a trash can, then yote out of existence. The girl proceeded to pick up the trashcan, eat it, and somehow saved the matrix. She then decided to write about her adventures in a chronicle to forever preserve her story.(So not we have reached the end of out tale, and I got to admit it was kinda melodramatic. Like I am gonna throw a bowl on the floor, it’s going to break, and everything will be fine. 3… 2… 1… drop. See I am fine….. Wait what is that in the corner? It looks like some weird squiggly line of code… wait a second… dang it…)