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I'm just saying that some people are born with preferences towards certain things.

I used to really like Pewdiepie back in middle school, and now I don't. Guess i'm just a special snowflake.

And besides I just thought that picture was cringey sheesh you don't have to get all defensive.

 

> contemplate the concept of free will

 

You ignore everything that just went through your head and jump in the hole.

It is now dark. You cannot see anything except your own body. You seem to be moving very quickly.

 

Smell the air and base your next decision on the smell

Attempt to slow down by using your portable nuclear rockets

Pray to the great potato for assistance and wait for a response

Use your mind to channel your inner energy and make a panini appear

 

I'm just saying that some people are born with preferences towards certain things.
I'm not an expert, but I'm pretty sure people are born with preferences that they don't have much control over.

They aren't born with preferences, but rather their experiences shape and define their personality, their choices, and their preferences.

You realize that P = NP when N = 1.

Or P = 0

 

Or P = 0

;-;
True, but in my defense, I didn't say that N = 1 was the only solution.

You attempt to smell the air, but remember that you have no nose. A bunch of other random thoughts go through your head, but none of them have the slightest effect on your surroundings.

You continue falling, and the air starts to feel warmer.

 

Chillax in the warming air.

 

Check to see what senses (not just those "five senses") you have
Check your pockets for anything useful (if you have any)
Do the chicken dance
Try to recall how you got to where you are

 

Try to prevent what will most certainly result in a splat on the floor consisting of what is currently you if there happens to be a floor to the unending pit.

 

Fall in a more hard-boiled manner

 

Blink vigorously

 

You can only see, touch and hear.

Before you can do anything else, your body slams something warm, wet and squishy, submerging in it completely. The material feels like wet mud. You cannot see anything through the muck.

 

Is there any light source?
Is the muck moving?
Pray to the potato for help.
If you don't need to breathe, sink into the muck.
If you do, try to walk/wade around.

 

Put on headphones assuming they exist. Listen to 'Take me on' by a-ha.

 

Find out if the muck has the potential to evolve your current state.

 

There is no light source that you can see. The muck does not seem to be moving.
You discover that you do not need to breathe, and sink back into the mush.

You have no idea how to find out if the muck can make you evolve.

 

Try to scream to a point where you're so loud the muck flies away from you
Is there anything with you?
Try to swim through the muck.
Can you feel pressure?
Recall the entirety of events leading you to the beginning point (the paint room).
Try to recall anything odd or non-conforming in your journey so far.

 

Achieve inner peace via silent meditation within the muck. Who needs legs or arms anyway?

 

Bump into something interesting in the mud before I get bored with this thread

 

Suffocate in the mud