Ask Lemmy

I stare at the wall reciting pi over and over, while my body withers, mind untethered, consumed by a mathematical void.

Seeing as you can't eat rocks I'd practically be dead.

Every 3 letter agency would be after me shortly

I'm fucked.

I'd be just fine.

Link and Shulk, doing it 69 style, would have to be involved.

I'm aceing at it, sadly.

I will foolishly ride my dolly to safety like a wobbly skateboard. See you later losers!

:,(

Basically no change.

Guess I'd better whip out the scarves and space berets. I'll be just fiiine.

The best I can make sense of it is that I make my money as some sort of emo catboy vtuber. Assuming I'm not already reasonably popular, that boils down to how good a streamer I can be and the economic factors of going into the EN vtubing industry after the initial boom. And I'm already at a disadvantage because "emo catboy" is a weak concept that lacks originality.

It's not just about me and my dream of doing nothing. It's about all of us. I don't know what happened to me at that hypnotherapist and, I don't know, maybe it was just shock and it's wearing off now, but when I saw that fat man keel over and die - Michael, we don't have a lot of time on this earth! We weren't meant to spend it this way. Human beings were not meant to sit in little cubicles staring at computer screens all day, filling out useless forms and listening to eight different bosses drone on about about mission statements.

If you have one of those halo things your already kind of dead right?

Haha, I’ll still be around in millions of years.

Curse this mortality, amiright fellow human?

Being a 'jockbox genius' means I'd be living on 'spam street', good buddy!

Porn i guess

But what if it didn't happen in my timeline?

The Grasshopper Mouse kills scorpions and then screams about it afterwards, so I think I'll do alright.

I now rule a highly advanced, militaristic, and xenophobic alternate reality and have psionic abilities. It's not as great as is sounds, my future wife is going to psionically teleport a gray-goo bomb into my chest at the end of the big climactic boss fight.

your cash and your jewelry is what i expect

Mecha + Magic = Mechagic Im in a magic mecha, i think im doing well

Yeah I’m pretty fucked if my ability to stay alive is predicated upon my assembly programming abilities. Don’t ask me to multiply.

I should be fine, just gotta change my name

I hope for your sake that your name isn't Jack.

I'm not gonna worry about it

I'm mostly fine, I hope

It doesn't have to be good, right?

My name is genuinely not actually Steve so I'm good

im now a vampire with a slutty thrall?

i guess theres worse ways to live

Most of them are dead, but Mr Burns has enough money to keep me going a while.

I think I'd be alright.

Uh oh...but if taken literally like the idea my best friend had when we were on acid and whip its, could be delectable. I'm willing to take the risk.

Monté Christo was quite skillful.

I need to work on my temper

I'm fire proof, and a shit speller.

I try to save money anyway, so I guess it’ll be ok. At least as long as nobody needs avenged.