Nomadic Sparks
Banned
What if I told you that I have what may considered to be the rarest pepe of all? After studying pepes for nearly 2 years, I decided it was time to create my own contribution to the world. But if I were to gaze upon my creation, to do so much as sniff at its rarity, it would be tarnished and be "just another pepe". So I had my eyes surgically removed, as well as my nose, ears, tongue, and all of the nerve endings in all of my body. I also took incredible amounts of various hallucinogens to alter my brain state so that I may not imagine what I was about to create.
For 30 days, without any senses to guide me, I carved at a large stone with just a butter knife and one of those toothpick things dentists use. Incredible visions of what could be danced in my head for this month, fueled by my LSD IV-drip. When I felt satisfied with whatever I had made, I buried this pepe rock underneath the soil at the hilltop where the Eldest Tree grows. I passed out from exhaustion. Sometime later a druid, come to visit the tree, found me. He used his druidly cunning to restore my senses with bits of rocks and twigs and flowers and the such. I thanked him and asked him to bless the earth where I buried the pepe. He went his way and, after my LSD-drip finally went dry, I went mine.
And so there it rests, a pepe crafted of blood and magic, never known by any man, not even its creator. I can't tell you of its location, no man may gaze upon it. No man may even imagine what it may truly be like, this is just the way of my creation. BUT. You do know of its story. Or do you? Have I made up all of this just to whip up some imaginary un-attainable pepe to torment you? Perhaps. Perhaps I tell the truth, but know you won't believe me. Perhaps even I do not know what happened in truth, as I was super high for what I assume to be a month. Perhaps anything could've happened that magical night I decided to make my own pepe.
Alas, I must go now. But heed my warning: Greed of pepe consumes all intentions. It is the great neutralizer. The good turn to pepe, the evil turn to pepe. Use that power with great care, for it is the power to change the fate of the world.
For 30 days, without any senses to guide me, I carved at a large stone with just a butter knife and one of those toothpick things dentists use. Incredible visions of what could be danced in my head for this month, fueled by my LSD IV-drip. When I felt satisfied with whatever I had made, I buried this pepe rock underneath the soil at the hilltop where the Eldest Tree grows. I passed out from exhaustion. Sometime later a druid, come to visit the tree, found me. He used his druidly cunning to restore my senses with bits of rocks and twigs and flowers and the such. I thanked him and asked him to bless the earth where I buried the pepe. He went his way and, after my LSD-drip finally went dry, I went mine.
And so there it rests, a pepe crafted of blood and magic, never known by any man, not even its creator. I can't tell you of its location, no man may gaze upon it. No man may even imagine what it may truly be like, this is just the way of my creation. BUT. You do know of its story. Or do you? Have I made up all of this just to whip up some imaginary un-attainable pepe to torment you? Perhaps. Perhaps I tell the truth, but know you won't believe me. Perhaps even I do not know what happened in truth, as I was super high for what I assume to be a month. Perhaps anything could've happened that magical night I decided to make my own pepe.
Alas, I must go now. But heed my warning: Greed of pepe consumes all intentions. It is the great neutralizer. The good turn to pepe, the evil turn to pepe. Use that power with great care, for it is the power to change the fate of the world.
