What’s with all the cosmic annihilation preppers these days? It’s like a whole new school clique popped up overnight. They’re the ones all decked out in stylish tactical wear they bought from that old guy in the cafeteria, and they sit on the sidewalks around school huddled beneath their banners with REMEMBER scrawled on them. There’s no way you haven’t seen them.

The scary part is that with so many precogs on campus, maybe they’ve actually seen something? Are they REMEBERING something from the future? My sweetie @Meemo Skinks joined up with them and really wants me to buy some gear so I can hang out with them but I dunno. It all seems kinda dark.

Everything flickers
i dont think people can see me
the school keeps changing.

i dont think my messages are getting through, this is try 56.




but its coming back.



















its nearly here.

Galaxy Marker 7698.21.3245.67

The vast expanses of space are home to many extraordinary sights: the peaks of the hovering Viacynthi Mountains, the blossoms of the sentient Shk'aa vines, and the cryptic cloud carvings over the planet Ji89WsK3, just to name a few. But sometimes, the ordinary staples of the universe can be awe-inspiring, too.

Thrifty Throkvai's Hydrofuelery and Buffet (the galactic equivalent of an Earthen gas station that doubles as a questionable diner) is one of these ordinary wonders. The only remaining edifice on the desert planet Raukstrulte, which was decimated by the 4th Qiejnk War, Throkvai’s joint is the best place in the 6th dimension where you can eat multicolored slop, buy novelty T-shirts and starglobes, and read trashy tabloids in 62378 different languages.

As I browsed the space-dusty shelves of Thrifty Throkvai’s Hydrofuelery and Buffet’s backroom for the thousandth time, a universal translation of the old British tabloid “Daily Star” caught my eye. Expecting the usual nonsensical celebrity drama and general sleaziness, I was surprised when I opened the magazine to a mass of rambling cosmic conspiracies. Scrawled warnings and sketched diagrams littered each page, most indecipherable to my untrained eye, but I kept hyper-focusing on the same string of words: “Those oblivious to The End will be eaten first.”

A sudden, oppressive silence jostled me from my trance, and my eyes snapped up to an empty store. Throkvai and two of his regular customers, an elderly Aik monk and a Joukden triplet congomerate, had vanished, their lost lives marked only by globs of iridescent saliva that glistened on the dirty floor where they had just been standing.

I teleported out of that graveyard almost instantly by locking onto a nearby luxury vessel’s beacon, tucking the strange copy of the “Daily Star” in my jacket just before I phased. Apparently, I was right before: we should all look to the Stars for insight into the impending destruction of our universe.

I don't know why everybody thinks the Children of the Infinite Void are creepy. We're really more like a family, where we all dress the same and recite the same things at the same time. "REMMMMMMEMMMMMMMBER!" and all that. It's fun! And frankly we're all just really sensitive and vulnerable people, so it's really empowering to be a part of a club like this. I want to see if @GROTTO G.S.M. INC. would be interested in a co-sponsorship.

But maybe the best thing about the Children of the Infinite Void is our master I mean father The Musky Horned One! Horn-ED is how you say it. They say we'll get to meet him soon, but for now he's just an oppressive all-consuming takeover of the World Mindwave Network at the appointed times, when the stars are right. Oh how his growls are soothing! There's really nothing more comforting than his snorts and musky scent as he whispers the riddles of darkness and oblivion to us as we sleep. It just feels right. If only I could make @Aubrey Holes understand then my life would be truly complete.

Do not underestimate the children of the void. They have been waiting for a opportunity to strike, and frankly, are not going give up there chance.

Whatever they say, they are not safe.

-a message from the corrupting terra.
Also psyhigh, if you are on my profile, the rant is under this.
I apologise for so many fourth wall breaks, it’s becoming harder for me to control mYsssEl-

Run run run while you can.
I’ll
Destroy
You
All
She’s there
Your doomed
Perish
Obelisk
Tombstone

You
Don’t
Know
Me
Run run run
From the giinger bead men

The end is nigh, all is gone
rUn
Don’t
Trust
No one

Not even the elephants of the lakes
He government is in disarray
You have been fed lies.

And click
It will all disappear

*and that’s when it all ended. Nothing in sight, everything was gone. Earth and co was nonexistent. Maybe life still exists, in a alternate reality....*

I'm starting to get the hang of the Hide Me Find Me -- the little device that @K.K. Foxhart sold me. As near as I can figure it's a cross between a time-domain reflectometer and a semiconductor curve tracer, tuned to the psychic bands. It's got a little pointer and if you see me stomping around campus with my head down that's what I'm looking at. When I point it toward the Children of the Infinite Void shanty town, it gets droopy. For most people on campus it just kind of waggles around vaguely. But when I sneak up around @Terra and @The Wayfarer it starts acting really weird and then says SEGMENTATION FAULT in red LED.

I asked @K.K. Foxhart about it and he wouldn't really answer my question but wanted to make sure I made it to the upcoming Happy Apple Festival. In Happy Apple Valley. I told him I'd sure try but then he insisted I buy a ticket from him, so I did. You should too!

(alternate timeline thanks alot)
So i was walking around, the normal, when some kid snuck up behind me. it was one of those devices, and when he walked away he was in shock. very off putting but must be because he realized that im from a alternate timeline and i escaped death.
i dont know if i will be so lucky next time

My sweetie @Meemo Skinks came over. He was wearing his "Void Wear" -- the fancy tactical gear with the little Children of the Infinite Void logo on them. I have to admit it's pretty fly. I asked how he could afford it and he said "yeah we get gift certificates from the head office" and they can use them at any authorized Void Wear dealer, like @K.K. Foxhart.

"I, uh, saved some for you. Enough for you to get the jacket, which is 15K/15K water resistant and breathable, so you stay drier, longer, with underarm zippers for extra venting, articulated sleeves and shoulders, and even internal media ports. Check it out."

He opened his jacket up and showed me all the features and it was really nice.

"Me HUNGRY! Me HUNGRY! Chompchompchomp..."

A chubby dark shadow man stumbled into the room. Followed by two identical chubby dark shadow men, stumbling over him.

"BACK Owwart Hingus 99c! BACK @Owwart Hingus 99b! You too 99a. Who let you out?"

"We eat our way out. Tasty bars..."

"Aubrey, I've gotta go and take this fellas back. Come by and see me!"

I've never seen Meemo act so responsible and grown up. It's really attractive.