We just wanted to give the heads up already so that it doesn't come as a surprise. Clouds part way for the bright sun to illuminate the paintbrush hues of the landscape, and the warm late-season breeze carries with it all varieties of birdsong, filling the air with the color and chorus of life.Which is why this was the perfect day to stay indoors to do some inner research.
The way I see it this is kind of like the very early turning point for the transition from millenials to a new generation.
A generation that doesn't know what it's like growing up without internet, or smartphones, and a lot of other stuff that has radically changed the way communicating and socializing works in the current age.
But as the machine began to hum and shake, you suddenly felt just one last figment of doubt.
Heedless, it nonetheless vanished with a sudden whisper, leaving behind nothing but a rectangular outline of dust and a lingering smell of ozone and copper. You made the mistake of assuming that you knew more about yourself than about time travel.
It was otherwise unremarkable, so you open up the envelope. It was disorienting, seeing your own handwriting attached to a message you clearly have never written, and definitely, resolutely, never will. The presence of the note, along with the time machine, is undeniable. A perfect day, a poorly-disguised time machine, a message from your future self, and half of a chair. What would you do, lost to the depths of spacetime, consigned to a fate worse than death? How could you have sent the message to yourself otherwise?
With the staggering weight of this realization, you reached for a chair, but found only half of one. You are, for all you know, safe in the gentle and logical flow of the river of causality.
Citing “practical reasons,” the group helpfully detailed which items are to be contaminated: 1.5-liter bottles of Coca-Cola and Coca-Cola Light; a popular tube-shaped luncheon meat called Yfantis (350- and 500-gram packages); and Delta whole milk.
In the photos accompanying the post, a heavily gloved hand is seen poking a syringe into the various food products.alright (horse)fuckers, first music thread on the new /chat/whatever you are listening to RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT and any other music you feel like sharing.listening now: Untitled 01 by Hype Williams (Dean Blunt's band) https://
Looking around, you started reaching for the entrance handle, but thought better of it.