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I'm only human and humans
sometimes like to massage otters
and bake them into pies,
and then feed those pies
to Arrem". Arrem then said:
"you know how you sometimes
confuse beans and toasters together?
I mean I'm not gay
but they do look alike
when I am sleep deprived
and on too many drugs.
Do not do drugs, kids!
Isn't that right, Bulli?". Bulli
likes to eat pancakes. Bulli
likes to eat pancakes. Bulli
likes to eat pancakes. Bulli
likes to eat pancakes. Bulli
likes to eat pancakes. Bulli
is now full of pancake.
Bulli transforms into a pancake.
He's now become a threat.
Knots is deployed, time to
destroy the beast from inside
using the stealthiest of weapons:
a ridiculously massive ban hammer.
That can turn invisible. It
weighs 16 stones and can
teleport back to the wielder
when the wielder farts, and
it deals extra damage against
lice, mitochondria, pickles, clouds and
any wooden doors in Maine.
When we talk about "birds",
we can't help but remember
a pink seagull, a hairy
sea cucumber, an oscillating spine,
seventy jars of mayo, a
dog with 6 human arms,
an old lady's eyebrow, the
list of things Bro hates,
Pol's cute red dress, ninety
thousand larval hornworms, a pulsating
belly of Bulli's because pancakes
,a pigeon, an ugly and
a stinky, several hundred wasps
chasing the aforementioned pink seagull,
whilst rollerskating and eating borgars,
exclaiming BURGIIIIR. Let's play a
game where we punch a
face -belonging to Arrem ofc.
Just kidding, belonging to Broob
's cousin Marty who invested
in Bitstoinks and Dogestoinks and
was backstabbed by Elon Musk
with a sharpened corncob, then
died. His last words were:"
My time has come, but
i didn't get to taste
mac and cheese with ketchup
thank fucking god because that
was a myth created by
brooberator broseidon's brotastic bropaganda broposting
,BBBBB for short, and everyone
mindlessly followed it. Luckily I
am smarter than normal people
because i watch rick&morty, which
has many ingenious s*x jokes
and oh god I'm bleeding
from my belly button. That
hurts dies". The game's rule
is to not play game;
If that's confusing to you,
you're not playing it right.
Go revise your anki decks.
Or brush your mum's teeth.
Your mum loves her teeth.
And she also loves chocolate
and eating other teeth with
her little shiny chocolate denture.
What do you do when
a drunken sailor? Early in
the old forgotten McDonald's store
somewhere in the province of
British Columbia. Anyway, when we
sail across the ocean, we
must pay homage to the
sailors who couldn't make it
past the laughing krakens who
destroy every single vessel containing
soy sauce and milk and
tickle me elmo dolls and
hair lotion and sun cream
and most importantly hawaiian pizza
that goes in the trash.
We're never sailing again. Today,
I gathered the courage to
finish this ouija once but
now I gotta start over
and as a punishment I
gotta spend a day with
Obama in the sewer, playing
the most boring game ever:
Fecal Accounting. The rules are
simple: The first player has
to count the second player's
feces while submerged in sewer
water, trying to avoid floating
jellyfishes trying to sting your
body. It's actually pretty fun.
You dodge while counting fecal
matter and contracting 25 diseases
namely measles, smallpox, gingivitis, cholera,
ecoli, giardia, HPV, prions, syphilis,
typhoid, malaria, scurvy, chicken pox,
alzheimer's, common cold, diabetes, leptospirosis,
Alice in Wonderland Syndrome, Abetalipoproteinemia,
halitosis, meningitis, GOP, ichthyfication, peels,
and thatotherdiseasus. Obama got really
into slicing cucumbers. When he
sliced his first cucumber, he
made a mistake and cut
my nipple. "Wtf Obama", I
needed my nipple for business
but not pleasure, my visa
was cancelled because i violated
the nipple integrity international treaty
meaning that I no longer
have a proper nippie. That
started a trend, and everyone
started hiding their nipples. This
is getting out of hand.
But not out of feet.
Now there are two of
them nipples, instead of six.
I started a joke, which
started the whole world crying,
but I couldn't see, that
the cucumbers would become popular.
Because the fisherman wouldn't eat
her fisherman's treat, and the
Fisherman's treat wouldn't have to
be eaten by the fisherman.
So it goes. If one
man, seven flies and two
vampires were to gather together
and tried to blend my
frog that sings the song
that goes like DUN DUN
DUN DUN DUN, DUN DUN,
together with a cat bird
a bird cat and a
turtledove and a pair of
hamburgers that sometimes like to
publicly show their patty witties
,special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles
,mayo, beef, toast, pickles, pickles,
butter, baby hairs, kebab, milchreis,
kaesefliege, deer teeth, fungal happenings,
sponge, onion, dog hair, tomato,
lice, mice, dice, rice, and
Scheiß. Do you know what
mcdonalds put in their hamburgers
and their chicken nuggets and
that item on the secret
is in fact non-existent? Crazy.
I am the best at
inferring meaning from five words
,tweeted Donald Trump from his
backup account which hasnt yet
reached even a hundred followers
but still managed to get
six retweets and four likes,
Good job Donald Trump! Now
there are many things that
convince me, that Donald is
in fact my great great
great small big orange weaboo
who likes to buy tangerines
and oranges and clementines and
mandarins and other orangey thingies
specifically 25. I'll list them:
Jk haha instead i will
give callum a thumbs up
and actually, change of mind.
I will instead eat some
orange, sweet orange, blue orange,
mandarin orange, wormy orange, spicy
orange, not-so-orange orange, orangen't, cucumber,
cucumber orange, orange cucumber, cucumberange,
wormy cucumber orange, cucumber mandarin,
forbidden cucumber pickled orange, orange
orange, orange orange orange, and
spam orange with orange spam.
Okay, where were we again?
We're in a thingy space,
We have been floating everywhere.
Some of it is water.
Some of it is raspberries.
They surround us, penetrate us.
Fill us up with fruit.
Only then we are complete.
Mmm it feels so good.
It fills us with pleasure.
Nothing can compare to this.
And the pleasure doesn't stop.
If this keeps up, I'm
sure I will lose my
sense of self and become
someone with raspberries inserted in.
And with those raspberries in
my person, I shall engage
in the act of transcendence,
leaving behind all my worldly
cats and kittens, my pussies
that I have several of,
and becoming one with the
pussies of mine, raspberries in
mine own long gone corpse.
Let's drop this topic and
die. Quick, everyone get in
line! Once upon a time,
twice upon a time, thrice
upon a time, forice upon
a Horace, fivus upon a
sixus, and a sevenus upon
atchoo and nein upon a
tetanus, and an elf upon
a shelf, a goat upon
a throat, a chameleon upon
a religion, a pon upon
a tampon, a stamp upon
a lamp, an Arrem upon
an arrow, a pistol upon
a Bristol, there was a
a very musty manky deodorant,
which sold surprisingly well, many
parents buy them for their
pet tortoises 'cuz they stinky
and they like being sigma
. Sigma balls eyy lmao
haha gottem sussus amogus patroclus
Yes, I'm a tiktok star.
Yes, i have 10 followers.
Yes, I have blue hair.
No, I won't do F4F.
Unless . . . ?
No, nevermind, no. Definitely not.
hahahah forget I said anything...
But, perchance . . ?
No... It's too risky. I
should really not ehehehe ehehe.
Then again, it wouldn't hurt
unless you juice too much
because then i'd have to
de-juice my compartments, which is
a time-consuming and often thankless
job, but someone has to
do it... Okay, no F4F.
F4F stands for Florp for
Flip-Flops, which is an ideal
exchange for those who have
the required clearance level. A
clearance level means that you
can clear your dandruffs and
your eyes of metabolic toxins.
"Florp", on the other hand,
means something completely different, it
has the following meaning :
- a magical glitter pen.
that's it, just one. Anyway,
YOU DON'T HAVE CLEARANCE FOR
DOING F4Fs AND YOU'RE NOW
BANNED FROM ALL F4F KNOWLEDGE.
The ban list also includes:
-Discord user Bulli, a known
bringer of good Laune. Polpetta,
who has one shorter leg,
and Wormic, who's been found
translating dodgy manga by syro
and also broob who's gay
and finally, Arrem because he
is also gay. Wow, what
a gay group. Happy days!
Beep boop, I am turning
and turning and turning and
turning and turning and turning
and turning and oops I
fell and I can't get
up. Beep beep boop boop
boop boop beep beep. When
will the pizza get here
otherwise I will eat the
pizza delivery driver >:9 nomnom
beepboop oh no I'm broken.
Someone please fix my circuits
with a screwdriver
ehehe
pizza guy's here, maybe I'll
tip him 328%. Wait, no.
Unless . . . ?
Nah. The pizza didn't even
have basil. What the fuck.
Basil rocks. Pizza guy sucks.
Let's turn him to basil.
Lemme just get up first.
It's not even his fault
but he will be eaten.
No more pizza time, bitch.
Pizza is so overrated anyway.
Jk. Pizza is da bawm.
PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA
WITH BASIL AND OLIVES AND
ew actually remove the olives
and replace them with olives.
These new olives are non-existant
but they are there. You
must eat them. Olive them.
Olive me. Olive you. Olive
in the trash. Olive-less pizza!
With olives and olives and
you must consume every olive
while I don't eat any.
Some more ingredients are: rats
,ketchup, maple leaves, peas, pineapple,
rambutan, guava, coconuts, fish, duplex,
biscuits, sticks, a screwdriver, basil,
dry ice, a computer keyboard,
a computer mouse, a computer
house, a green louse, five
nights at freddy's installation CD,
and to top it off:
A disembodied human head. I
am not hungry anymore, actually.
Actually you know what, fuck
it, nom nom nom nom
nom nom nom nom nom
ouch, the screwdriver's too hard,
and there's some CD in
the duplex. Wtf is this.
Whose head is this anyway?
I hope it's Broob's. If
it isn't him, that means
all was for naught. Why
are we still here? Just
end this ouija already, please!
Unfortunately, it cannot end until
Broob has been banned, which
isn't gonna happen as long
as the sun stays in
the sky, where it belongs!
Now it's nighttime. ban broob.
Now it's lunchtime. Ban Broob.
wait but the sun's up.
Holy shit. Our plan is
ruined. There will be no
gödbyeing this ouija ever. Oh,
everyone check the basement please
I have a surprise for
your dead pet unicorn who
wanna reply a message here
but instead replied to the
Bulli banniversary reminder message, that
UnfhGjgh my head suddenly hurts
and my left nipple exploded.
It will be impossible to
milk me with both hands
unless they share the right
nipple or i grow a
conjoined teat. Such a marvel
of nature, our ability to
milk it good with both
legs, and milk it bad
when your left nipple explodes
unless your right nipple also
explodes, then it's good. Cows
know it very well because
whenever someone milks them, their
front right teat bursts into
flames because the farmer's hands
are like Streichhoelzer. This can
lead to third-degree burns and
splinters in unfortunate areas. Beef
is something I avoid cuz
I've learned how it's made:
a cow says hey hey
stop burning me kind sir
and then they stopped, until
Hose came to the farm
it's the firefighter Leonardo Hose
all along. Broob also came
he didn't know the concept
of commas, so Hose had
a bucket of roses that
would teach him. However, Satan
decided there should be more
chaos in that farm, so
Bro forgot how dots work
and then he died. Then,
there were so many things
falling from the sky and
those things bounced around the
farm animals until they exploded.
but one animal survived, which
then died of something else.
But let me tell you
one thing: After these events,
I grew lethargic. I refused
to play the banjo while
other people watched, and my
banjo was very sad. He
died of a broken heart.
That is why we should
Use commas, unlike Broob, else
we are doomed to comatose.
Polpatose's also to be avoided
also merbose, which's very verbose
-this makes me google wordsthatendwithbose
then banjo got resurrected somehow
and died again. The moon
is made of stink cheese,
according to a group of
stinkcheeseologists. They have been studying
the stinkness of the moon's
cheese for decades. Their evidence
suggests that it's made from
cheese, flour, milk, baking powder,
and half a kilogram of
Nipples. God I love nipples.
my favourite nipple is on
those slices of pepperoni pizza
that are free in the
lenovo factory. Once, my seven
nipples got featured on a
front cover for time magazine
cos they are so goddamn
innovative and thought-inspiring. Many other
nipples were also featured, but
mine are undoubtedly the most
colourful. i had them painted
to resemble various mathematical concepts!
my favourite mathematical concept is
spaghetti squared plus seven times
areolar surface area divided by
the number of montgomery glands
to the power of my
nipple hair, because the result
shocked doctors in my area
due to the lead content
and risk of explosions. They
had to wear bomb disposal
toy unit, where all the
nippular hair was stored. If
i sold it on ebay
I'd make about seven hundred
thousand, two hundred eighty four
atoms of nitrogen. That sucks.
but if I combine them
they're equally worthless wtf what
kind of logic is that
turns out merb doesn't know
anything. But we knew that.
sadly, merb didn't know that.
Merb, more like nerd! XD
what is this high school?
no it's vocational secondary school
where all people learns how
to properly use "to be"
except in ouija, since there
isn't a rule about correctness
but about word count, which
is far more important to
make sense in this very
far away land, where all
the worst people come together
and put marshmallows in their
nostrils all the way, until
they pass through the throat
and exit through the knee
where a cut's been made
in the shape of a
very very very large bee
and it got an infection.
an infection of large bees.
🅱️ 🅱️ 🅱️ 🅱️ 🅱️
is what it manifests as,
and what that means is
two bees or not two
bees, that is the infection.
When we consider the ramifications
of this many Bs, we
B-gin to see why kids
go to parties, taking ecstabee
and obeeum and also getting
inebeeated. The upside to this
madness is that bees don't
belong to beings that are
from this dimension. They're actually
independent Bs who don't need
to be rooted in reality
and can eat whatever sandwiches
they like because of their
extremely large and effective stomachs
and their teeth shaped like
lots of tiny little teeth
that are themselves shaped like
even tinier, littler teeth. Personally,
I can't count them, cuz
there's just so many teeth
nobody's got time for that
except maybe that weird guy
who just loves to count
teeth and marbles, because they
are interesting for the dude?
The weird guy's name is:
Brooberator Broseidon Broseph Broberson Bromanjägermanjensen,
BBBBB for short. Just like
that acronym used for nsfw
movie director Brooberator Broseidon Broseph
who made an hour long
director's cut edition of the
best paint drying in the
history of paint drying. Also
the future of paint drying
is interesting, for example there
could be a new way
to eat paint, and also
feed the paint to businessmen.
Eat paint, businessmen, you little
confused individual, why do you
like balance sheets so much?
Is it some kinda fetish?
Let's circle back to the
fact about broob and commas
,which,tbh isn't what I meant
actually, it really was that
and whoops, forgot a comma
which really isn't that problematic
who cares about punctuation amirite
as long as point's made
no need for many word
why say lot word when
when few word do trick
ice cream goooood ice cream
goooood ice cream goooood ice
cubes good tooooo yes yes
ice ice brrr so cold
it'd be a shame if
ice cream baaaaad ice cream.
sorry I used a period
but it arrives monthly, and
you can't just "use" it
unleeeess, you know. . .
then I thought of cheating
and drank it all back
instead of fingerpainting. Now I
feel kinda sick honestly maybe
I should start doing bodypainting
after going to the Krankenhaus
so I dial 91 1
that is, 1 91 times,
nobody picks up somehow, so
I try again: 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
... There is no answer.
whoops that was actually 92
cuz I added an extra
1 for posterity and luck
guess I should try again:
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 1 1 1 1
1 ... dialing complete. ...
it is ringing . .
Brrring brrring. "Hello, moshi moshi?
dare da omae wa? "
what an entrance, I thought
to myself. then I answered:
was this worth it after
all that dialing? And hung
my pants on the wall.
Now, my wall is pantsed,
do you hear me? PANTSED!
PAN T S E D
that means, pants are now
there but the phone is
not hung up yet. Oops
I pick it and say
"hello I need a doctor"
while hanging more pants on
the neighbour's cow's nose ring,
is totally irrelevant so I
scream with passion into the
phone and hang up. The
police are at my door.
Shit what did I do?
they knock the door again
and I decide to hide
all pants on the walls
lest the police find them
to wear for themselves. I
know they wouldn't look good.
I kept some for myself
in case I get hungry
or thirsty, you never know
how long liquefied pants last.
which isnt actually that long
because the fabric is made
out of liquefied cotton, and
fish innards. It's slimy, gloopy,
and positively pack with omega3s.
On a good day, I
like to go outside naked
then remember I need clothing
but it always dribbles off
so I dribble back home
because i am also liquid
snake, the hot videogame character
who keeps alerting the guards
to my presence in the
endless missions of that game
which I've already uninstalled from
the PC at my workplace
which i stole and use
for one very specific reason:
recording copious quantities of monster
energy drink ads while I
help my friend to produce
some spam e-mails. With these,
i can buy lots of
new computers so I can
produce even more spam e-mails!
Here comes spam e-mails stoinks,
making money's never been easier!
Bitcoin miners HATE this one
trick! Regular miners hate them
and click HERE to find
out why and how to
OBLITERATE your student loans NOW!
Furthermore, you can also COLLECT
your 9999th visitor's PRIZE right
now! All you have to
do is enter your CREDIT
SCORE and SSN into the
neighbour's back trousers pocket and
UNBUTTON his SHIRT to collect
your PRIZE. You will see
that his left nipple EXPLODES
and THOUSANDS of confetti and
POLICE OFFICERS come out to
arrest everyone in GLaD because
of this goddamn ouija just
won't quit shaking its thicc
tailfeather that its momma gave
it before saying: Gödbye my
little dumpling. I hope you
have enjoyed this story, but
sadly it must now come
to an end.. im sorry:
those of you who have
read this awfulness. so finally,
before i reveal my secret,
I am super gay for
saying farewell to the ouija
session that's haunted GLaD for
6 millenia and 4 months
in Polpetta years, which roughly
translates to nineteen irl days
,holy shit, almost 3 weeks
we should kill it tomorrow
or else it'll kill us
which isn't necessarily bad, tbh
, except that I'll die
and reach eternal happiness, which
is indeed terrible. Now, time
to answer one last question;
What was rule 9 ?
gay gay gay gay rule
it said something about goodbye

wait there's a result?
no
why not
they're in the file, they just don't display in the preview for whatever reason
I LOVE IT
We did it i can't believe it 
"I'm sorry I'm infected and contagious and nasty and smelly and bad and my fingernails are super soft. But that doesn't mean I don't like to flick the bean across the table every five or so minutes," WOW
@viscid osprey come here
Lmfao i was responsible in some of that
every random scroll is another goldmine
The cow part is still the best and no one can say otherwise
which cow part?
Cows are smart animals, they know how to shut down when things get too spicy during the milking and turn off their udders.
Loool I don't remember this part
speak for yourself 
I already feel empty
Actually I thought the conclusion would feel much more satisfying
But it's like there wasn't any meaning to it to begin with
There were some moments where it would've been good to end it but this one feels anticlimactic yeah
Name one of those moments
I'm tempted to fix and properly goodbye it just too see how it looks like 
Do it do it
Can you? Idk what the code is but I'd expect it to have yeeted the entries out of the DB already
no it keeps them 😌
the real question is when are we restarting the session
Maybe it can be an annual ritual
goodbye
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Anyway, as I was saying, Dumbledore is a gay man ,this once i won't goodhi but i will say badbye and will not let Polpetta polpette their way out of the jumpscare by the badbye but Polpetta will make noodles ,make me more than happy and scream at the top of my lungs "ILOVENOODLES" lol, but she'd never let me make them noodles because I'll fuck everything up like I do anything and everything sadly, maybe I should give up on becoming the hokage. But i won't because FUCK YOU I'll stop making anime references i don't even watch anime dad, it's called art and idk how to finish that so i will offer this offer, you give nothing and I give nothing in return . In this economy we barely eat avocado, unlike millennials who eatn't avocados at all ,and those gen-Z weirdos who are just a tad different because they wear those cute fortnite t-shirts. You can steal my wallet if you want there's a bird in it that always shouts your name whenever the wallet is being stroked and carressed gently by a loving demon who also likes
chocolate custard puddings and gamer girl bathwater. He dreams a dream of times gone beyond his soul and time , it's honestly really scary to open the basement door only to see Base with a Ment in his hands and kedi and coffee and not a single dead body except for the 10293939 that wonder how they fit there in Base's foot locker, which as the name implies, locks in mysterious ways. With that, the ritual is complete. Behold, .>help ouija, which tells you everything you need to know such as that goodbye is forbidden unless you wanna end your almost eternal suffering here on this god forsaken channel where the deer and the non-deer come together to play this weird and confusing ouija caused by bright ideas of quixotic kittens and countless tiny , meaningless slices of mind. So anyway, this guy called Bleepbloopshittywittygooddogkreischwania Freelanguagelearningchitchatmawawawakakakakajalton III looked out at the world he had a witch who cursed him to be a super sexy asexual woman. Because of that, her name got c
hanged to Badabing Badaboon the second, who ,unlike Badabing Badaboon the first, is not afraid to slap her loving husband who's called Boodobang Boodobuun the eight, who uses his hands to touch all the breads in the village bakery, and then proceeds to re-bake the bread to feed his 846352855 cats. They gain bread-like powers and they transform into massive loaves, which is problematic, because bread cats tend to require a lot of magical energy to maintain their precious fur and their adorable magical toe beans. Fluffy bread kittens, however, are rather tasty and get eaten quickly. Unfortunately, they are bad for your health, as they tend to expand in your stomach and produce cyanide and lots of melancholy. Their kittens are sorta like blueberries, in that they are blue and grow ,saying "violet, you're turning violet" and "why would you do this to me, you monster?" and sometimes even "who is this 'Broob' you're always talking to, pls ban this broob“ which they've every right to. I also must tell you to tell yo
urself not to forget to brush your teeth. Otherwise, the tooth fairy will curse your entire family until Your uncle's haemorrhoids will come And make his life miserable because he deserves it as a punishment for eating your pickles and gherkins and all. Next your mother gets punished because she forgot to buy a house to live in and instead gave the money to some random person who was walking by. Their name was not Broob, but instead a much longer and uglier name like John Maik Broobington but still wasn't this one. What can you do, when no one wants to say how they feel about the time they felt about the place they felt about the god,Iwanna end this ouija chain but I shan't. Because Syro would certainly love that, and Syro can't win. Not while there's so much pain and we have all this bread that wants to eat our Broobs. I'm sure Syro wouldn't mind if all Broobs are eaten, but I personally would. not mind that Syro would , yes, but he would. In any case, we should keep this up for a year at least, so that when
it's finally over, Syro will know that it's over and finally leave the server. in a better state than Trax, who can't even see anything due to his stink-cloud uno reverse card magic manga What the fuck trax what the hell are you saying and why must you always ruin my life trax why not ruin knot's life or maple's why always polpetta why do you hold a grudge in the armpits of desire you know what, fuck this with the kneecaps of despair and ankles of justice. I fucking hate ouija and I want to slowly caress your fingers while we drag the seventy-eight thousand three hundred and ninety four dead cows across the face of the mountain of evil and bromance and broseidon. He acquired the mountain by not giving up his earthly possession of mayonnaise and instead paying with actual money and paper he decided to invest in some dead crows ,which being dead were only a minor step-back for the major's min
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or's little horse that broke its leg and died. It had a sad history because it was forced to knit bat socks while being chased by the police in little vehicles made of pumpkins because the actual cars were soooo last year. Anyway, they didn't catch the horse, so it fervently disregarded the rules. The rules being: #1: Never eat without washing your hands; #2: Never accept gifts from friends, as strangers give better ones; #3: When it rains, don't forget to sing. #4: Don't run away from police; or do, it's fun. #5: If you do, don't get tickled; they are lethal. #6: Ticklytickly's fun however. Anyways. #7: Do not follow these rules. Without following all of them , you cannot ever hope to have a way to survive in this cruel world where nothing but goodness prevails for the ruling class and Peasants suffer from diabetes and uh that other disease called "Thatotherdiseasus". That's it for rules. There's also an eighth rule: there is no eight rule. Therefore the peasants continue to dream about rule 9 which Doesn't
exist either due to the fact that rule 8 ,rule 9 and rule 10 have yet to be created. I like to eat sandwiches, because there are no rules to sandwich anarchy. An example: You can always eat a sandwich sandwich. It's awesome because it's a sandwich inside another . It's enjoyed with some sandwich inside another sandwich inside my belly obviously. I'm hungry. Infinite sandwich consumes Ali's lifeforce especially those that Maple made .Soon, the evil Sandwich Overlord will dip himself in ranch made from Ali's lifeforce and I will like it no matter what it tastes like. (-.)in the morning when I wake up, I sleep again.(.-) When, if you don't count all 7 rules, the sandwiches start screeching in pain and there's no stopping them until the cows come home by 9pm. Cows are smart animals, they know how to shut down when things get too spicy during the milking and turn off their udders. This also helps the farmers to obtain the delicious milk that comes out during this stage which, almost unbelievably, tastes like the v
ery sandwiches the cows are made into. This phenomenon was first discovered and called the "milksandwichification" effect. When a young child milked a cow and seventy liters of blood came erupting from the teat, providing fresh blood for the Vampires that live in a nearby goat's stomach, disaster struck when Alya came to drink it. The farm animals went Bananas and started eating grapes and mercury and arsenic and even their own hooves. To further complicate things, a funny gentleman clad in a red Dress wearing clown shoes and a clown nose, whose name Was hose. He wanted to summon a demon to that very specific location, Mallorca. The summoning ritual failed, however, because bro wouldn't stop eating mac and cheese with ketchup, distracting the thoroughly disgusted gentleman, who packed up his candles and said "right then this is really gross please stop now." and went home. Bro kept saying that he would like to stop, but he couldn't, because he was lying and actually fucking loved eating his disgusting monstro
sity he calls food; Hose came back the next century and brought his friend to help with the ritual. This time however it went even worse than last time because the goat stomach vampires and the Queen and her zombie soldiers prepared an ambush vying to crush the mallorcans and Hose got caught up in the ambush whilst making his preparations for the summoning. After procuring the last ingredient, the queen appeared before him, chugged jarfuls of pickle juice, Wiped her lips with glee, and finally died. All's well That ends well, she thought. Then, suddenly, Big Ben bonged: The restorations were finally complete! Not this ouija session, though. "Please, please let this end," I think to myself, but really none of us could have predicted our utter devastation caused by this idea of the queen having died so we had a celebration feast consisting of the queen herself. What that means I've yet to think about. As its technically cannibalism, but fuck the police, coming straight from the underground, don't forget to ban
the monarchy and invest in nitcoin. All the cool lice and littens invest these days. To advertise, they say "Hey uhhhhhh, come on over chaps we have börek, we cool" ,and it's not very convincing , it's super convincing lmao :acid_do_mathematics: but it isn't to be deceptive, it is to be super deceptive lmao :) that is, to be very convincing and deceptive at the beginning of the end of the same time. Now, when Hose dreams of counting rules he always ignores rule 7 meaning that the sandwiches must be eaten by the farmers without their hands having been touched by the food. This ouija started 9 days ago. Fun fact: The longer this ouija chain keeps going, the less we can relate to the story at the beginning if there even was any. To finish in five words; or not to finish. That's not relevant to this part NO, that's the question, Maple... Leaves... are very... pretty, aren't they? ...mmyes... *mo
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nch* cronch ... They taste great with ketchup... But not with Worcestershire sauce... I wonder who will finish this ouija because it's getting long, but not long enough; because we need to fill all 23 parts of the saga our publisher is forcing upon us, to bring down the evil Syro and his army of bts fans with steroids and rabies special concotion, which they're gonna use on my publisher hopefully. Die bitch. She didn't die. Very sad, tweeted Trump. Or at least he wanted to, but Twitter had given him the boot of unlimited tweets to the thing. So anyway, this guy behind me, his name is Heeeeeeeeeeeeeezoid Papapapapapapapapapapadappadam Smith, and he has been stalking me for nine billion five hundred and thirty-three milliseconds, which converts to four analysis II lectures if you don't count the countless infinity of time itself which you don't count because it always ruins the mouthfeel so much. That guy really won't stop brushing his teeth. Seriously, he is gonna drill holes in his gums and suffer from chro
nic gum holage. Which in layman's terms, means that there are cavities in the ~g u m s~ and holes in the gingivae, which is very bad for eating if you don't fill them with some tasty peanut butter and strawberry marmalade yum yum and maybe some maple leaves for posterity and good fortune. Cricket too, because Mulan's grandma loved playing cricket in the evenings after dinner. She would throw so many crickets into her mouth, catching them skillfully. Not the insect, but the bing bing bong bong bing. That's the name of the band that I started with Bro 3 months ago. I'm hoping we make the skalympics. Problem is, Bro's been having seisures every time we play because he's cefr level c and our band is "BBBBB" and we laughed "kkk" like the weird memes that we because secretly we're all lithuaniam and we can't read and we smell like cabbages if your momma baked fish before touching the cabbages. I'm very sorry for this. Will you please forgive me and my president Bolsonaro, who is perhaps the nicest hedgehog alive, a
nd very not dead unlike Neil, who is most certainly dead. That is very sad, but everything dies. So it isn't very unusual, even though hecke still refuses to accept Neil's death, because he was her paramour of over 50 years. This knowledge was unknown to Arrem, who was also dating Syro and Hecke and also pretty much the entirety of Saarland and Bielefeld, which means that the existence of Arrem is questionable at best. But, at least he can't get anymore STDs than he already had gotten from hecke 😔. 😔 Nooooo Hecke nooo why. Hecke replied: "I'm sorry I'm infected and contagious and nasty and smelly and bad and my fingernails are super soft. But that doesn't mean I don't like to flick the bean across the table every five or so minutes, because I'm only human and humans sometimes like to massage otters and bake them into pies, and then feed those pies to Arrem". Arrem then said: "you know how you sometimes confuse beans and toasters together? I mean I'm not gay but they do look alike when I am sleep deprived an
d on too many drugs. Do not do drugs, kids! Isn't that right, Bulli?". Bulli likes to eat pancakes. Bulli likes to eat pancakes. Bulli likes to eat pancakes. Bulli likes to eat pancakes. Bulli likes to eat pancakes. Bulli is now full of pancake. Bulli transforms into a pancake. He's now become a threat. Knots is deployed, time to destroy the beast from inside using the stealthiest of weapons: a ridiculously massive ban hammer. That can turn invisible. It weighs 16 stones and can teleport back to the wielder when the wielder farts, and it deals extra damage against lice, mitochondria, pickles, clouds and any wooden doors in Maine. When we talk about "birds", we can't help but remember a pink seagull, a hairy sea cucumber, an oscillating spine, seventy jars of mayo, a dog with 6 human arms, an old lady's eyebrow, the list of things Bro hates, Pol's cute red dress, ninety thousand larval hornworms, a pulsating belly of Bulli's because pancakes ,a pigeon, an ugly and a stinky, several hundred wasps chasing the af
orementioned pink seagull, whilst rollerskating and eating borgars, exclaiming BURGIIIIR. Let's play a game where we punch a face -belonging to Arrem ofc. Just kidding, belonging to Broob 's cousin Marty who invested in Bitstoinks and Dogestoinks and was backstabbed by Elon Musk with a sharpened corncob, then died. His last words were:" My time has come, but i didn't get to taste mac and cheese with ketchup thank fucking god because that was a myth created by brooberator broseidon's brotastic bropaganda broposting ,BBBBB for short, and everyone mindlessly followed it. Luckily I am smarter than normal people because i watch rick&morty, which has many ingenious s*x jokes and oh god I'm bleeding from my belly button. That hurts dies". The game's rule is to not play game; If that's confusing to you, you're not playing it right. Go revise your anki decks. Or brush your mum's teeth. Your mum lov
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es her teeth. And she also loves chocolate and eating other teeth with her little shiny chocolate denture. What do you do when a drunken sailor? Early in the old forgotten McDonald's store somewhere in the province of British Columbia. Anyway, when we sail across the ocean, we must pay homage to the sailors who couldn't make it past the laughing krakens who destroy every single vessel containing soy sauce and milk and tickle me elmo dolls and hair lotion and sun cream and most importantly hawaiian pizza that goes in the trash. We're never sailing again. Today, I gathered the courage to finish this ouija once but now I gotta start over and as a punishment I gotta spend a day with Obama in the sewer, playing the most boring game ever: Fecal Accounting. The rules are simple: The first player has to count the second player's feces while submerged in sewer water, trying to avoid floating jellyfishes trying to sting your body. It's actually pretty fun. You dodge while counting fecal matter and contracting 25 diseas
es namely measles, smallpox, gingivitis, cholera, ecoli, giardia, HPV, prions, syphilis, typhoid, malaria, scurvy, chicken pox, alzheimer's, common cold, diabetes, leptospirosis, Alice in Wonderland Syndrome, Abetalipoproteinemia, halitosis, meningitis, GOP, ichthyfication, peels, and thatotherdiseasus. Obama got really into slicing cucumbers. When he sliced his first cucumber, he made a mistake and cut my nipple. "Wtf Obama", I needed my nipple for business but not pleasure, my visa was cancelled because i violated the nipple integrity international treaty meaning that I no longer have a proper nippie. That started a trend, and everyone started hiding their nipples. This is getting out of hand. But not out of feet. Now there are two of them nipples, instead of six. I started a joke, which started the whole world crying, but I couldn't see, that the cucumbers would become popular. Because the fisherman wouldn't eat her fisherman's treat, and the Fisherman's treat wouldn't have to be eaten by the fisherman. So
it goes. If one man, seven flies and two vampires were to gather together and tried to blend my frog that sings the song that goes like DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN, DUN DUN, together with a cat bird a bird cat and a turtledove and a pair of hamburgers that sometimes like to publicly show their patty witties ,special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles ,mayo, beef, toast, pickles, pickles, butter, baby hairs, kebab, milchreis, kaesefliege, deer teeth, fungal happenings, sponge, onion, dog hair, tomato, lice, mice, dice, rice, and Scheiß. Do you know what mcdonalds put in their hamburgers and their chicken nuggets and that item on the secret is in fact non-existent? Crazy. I am the best at inferring meaning from five words ,tweeted Donald Trump from his backup account which hasnt yet reached even a hundred followers but still managed to get six retweets and four likes, Good job Donald Trump! Now there are many things that convince me, that Donald is in fact my great great great small big orange weaboo who likes to buy tan
gerines and oranges and clementines and mandarins and other orangey thingies specifically 25. I'll list them: Jk haha instead i will give callum a thumbs up and actually, change of mind. I will instead eat some orange, sweet orange, blue orange, mandarin orange, wormy orange, spicy orange, not-so-orange orange, orangen't, cucumber, cucumber orange, orange cucumber, cucumberange, wormy cucumber orange, cucumber mandarin, forbidden cucumber pickled orange, orange orange, orange orange orange, and spam orange with orange spam. Okay, where were we again? We're in a thingy space, We have been floating everywhere. Some of it is water. Some of it is raspberries. They surround us, penetrate us. Fill us up with fruit. Only then we are complete. Mmm it feels so good. It fills us with pleasure. Nothing can compare to this. And the pleasure doesn't stop. If this keeps up, I'm sure I will lose my sense of self and become someone with raspberries inserted in. And with those raspberries in my person, I shall engage in the a
ct of transcendence, leaving behind all my worldly cats and kittens, my pussies that I have several of, and becoming one with the pussies of mine, raspberries in mine own long gone corpse. Let's drop this topic and die. Quick, everyone get in line! Once upon a time, twice upon a time, thrice upon a time, forice upon a Horace, fivus upon a sixus, and a sevenus upon atchoo and nein upon a tetanus, and an elf upon a shelf, a goat upon a throat, a chameleon upon a religion, a pon upon a tampon, a stamp upon a lamp, an Arrem upon an arrow, a pistol upon a Bristol, there was a a very musty manky deodorant, which sold surprisingly well, many parents buy them for their pet tortoises 'cuz they stinky and they like being sigma . Sigma balls eyy lmao haha gottem sussus amogus patroclus Yes, I'm a tiktok star. Yes, i have 10 followers. Yes, I have blue hair. No, I won't do F4F. Unless . . . ? No, neverm
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ind, no. Definitely not. hahahah forget I said anything... But, perchance . . ? No... It's too risky. I should really not ehehehe ehehe. Then again, it wouldn't hurt unless you juice too much because then i'd have to de-juice my compartments, which is a time-consuming and often thankless job, but someone has to do it... Okay, no F4F. F4F stands for Florp for Flip-Flops, which is an ideal exchange for those who have the required clearance level. A clearance level means that you can clear your dandruffs and your eyes of metabolic toxins. "Florp", on the other hand, means something completely different, it has the following meaning : 1) a magical glitter pen. that's it, just one. Anyway, YOU DON'T HAVE CLEARANCE FOR DOING F4Fs AND YOU'RE NOW BANNED FROM ALL F4F KNOWLEDGE. The ban list also includes: -Discord user Bulli, a known bringer of good Laune. Polpetta, who has one shorter leg, and Wormic, who's been found translating dodgy manga by syro and also broob who's gay and finally, Arrem because he is also gay.
Wow, what a gay group. Happy days! Beep boop, I am turning and turning and turning and turning and turning and turning and turning and oops I fell and I can't get up. Beep beep boop boop boop boop beep beep. When will the pizza get here otherwise I will eat the pizza delivery driver >:9 nomnom beepboop oh no I'm broken. Someone please fix my circuits with a screwdriver :kimochii: ehehe pizza guy's here, maybe I'll tip him 328%. Wait, no. Unless . . . ? Nah. The pizza didn't even have basil. What the fuck. Basil rocks. Pizza guy sucks. Let's turn him to basil. Lemme just get up first. It's not even his fault but he will be eaten. No more pizza time, bitch. Pizza is so overrated anyway. Jk. Pizza is da bawm. PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA WITH BASIL AND OLIVES AND ew actually remove the olives and replace them with olives. These new olives are non-existant but they are there. You must eat them. Olive them. Olive me. Olive you. Olive in the trash. Olive-less pizza! With olives and olives and you must consume ever
y olive while I don't eat any. Some more ingredients are: rats ,ketchup, maple leaves, peas, pineapple, rambutan, guava, coconuts, fish, duplex, biscuits, sticks, a screwdriver, basil, dry ice, a computer keyboard, a computer mouse, a computer house, a green louse, five nights at freddy's installation CD, and to top it off: A disembodied human head. I am not hungry anymore, actually. Actually you know what, fuck it, nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom ouch, the screwdriver's too hard, and there's some CD in the duplex. Wtf is this. Whose head is this anyway? I hope it's Broob's. If it isn't him, that means all was for naught. Why are we still here? Just end this ouija already, please! Unfortunately, it cannot end until Broob has been banned, which isn't gonna happen as long as the sun stays in the sky, where it belongs! Now it's nighttime. ban broob. Now it's lunchtime. Ban Broob. wait but the sun's up. Holy shit. Our plan is ruined. There will be no gödbyeing this ouija ever. Oh, everyone check the basement
please I have a surprise for your dead pet unicorn who wanna reply a message here but instead replied to the Bulli banniversary reminder message, that UnfhGjgh my head suddenly hurts and my left nipple exploded. It will be impossible to milk me with both hands unless they share the right nipple or i grow a conjoined teat. Such a marvel of nature, our ability to milk it good with both legs, and milk it bad when your left nipple explodes unless your right nipple also explodes, then it's good. Cows know it very well because whenever someone milks them, their front right teat bursts into flames because the farmer's hands are like Streichhoelzer. This can lead to third-degree burns and splinters in unfortunate areas. Beef is something I avoid cuz I've learned how it's made: a cow says hey hey stop burning me kind sir and then they stopped, until Hose came to the farm it's the firefighter Leonardo Hose all along. Broob also came he didn't know the concept of commas, so Hose had a bucket of roses that would teach hi
m. However, Satan decided there should be more chaos in that farm, so Bro forgot how dots work and then he died. Then, there were so many things falling from the sky and those things bounced around the farm animals until they exploded. but one animal survived, which then died of something else. But let me tell you one thing: After these events, I grew lethargic. I refused to play the banjo while other people watched, and my banjo was very sad. He died of a broken heart. That is why we should Use commas, unlike Broob, else we are doomed to comatose. Polpatose's also to be avoided also merbose, which's very verbose -this makes me google wordsthatendwithbose then banjo got resurrected somehow and died again. The moon is made of stink cheese, according to a group of stinkcheeseologists. They have been studying the stinkness of the moon's cheese for decades. Their evidence suggests that it's made
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from cheese, flour, milk, baking powder, and half a kilogram of Nipples. God I love nipples. my favourite nipple is on those slices of pepperoni pizza that are free in the lenovo factory. Once, my seven nipples got featured on a front cover for time magazine cos they are so goddamn innovative and thought-inspiring. Many other nipples were also featured, but mine are undoubtedly the most colourful. i had them painted to resemble various mathematical concepts! my favourite mathematical concept is spaghetti squared plus seven times areolar surface area divided by the number of montgomery glands to the power of my nipple hair, because the result shocked doctors in my area due to the lead content and risk of explosions. They had to wear bomb disposal toy unit, where all the nippular hair was stored. If i sold it on ebay I'd make about seven hundred thousand, two hundred eighty four atoms of nitrogen. That sucks. but if I combine them they're equally worthless wtf what kind of logic is that turns out merb doesn't
know anything. But we knew that. sadly, merb didn't know that. Merb, more like nerd! XD what is this high school? no it's vocational secondary school where all people learns how to properly use "to be" except in ouija, since there isn't a rule about correctness but about word count, which is far more important to make sense in this very far away land, where all the worst people come together and put marshmallows in their nostrils all the way, until they pass through the throat and exit through the knee where a cut's been made in the shape of a very very very large bee and it got an infection. an infection of large bees. 🅱️ 🅱️ 🅱️ 🅱️ 🅱️ is what it manifests as, and what that means is two bees or not two bees, that is the infection. When we consider the ramifications of this many Bs, we B-gin to see why kids go to parties, taking ecstabee and obeeum and also getting inebeeated. The upside to this madness is that bees don't belong to beings that are from this dimension. They're actually independent Bs who do
n't need to be rooted in reality and can eat whatever sandwiches they like because of their extremely large and effective stomachs and their teeth shaped like lots of tiny little teeth that are themselves shaped like even tinier, littler teeth. Personally, I can't count them, cuz there's just so many teeth nobody's got time for that except maybe that weird guy who just loves to count teeth and marbles, because they are interesting for the dude? The weird guy's name is: Brooberator Broseidon Broseph Broberson Bromanjägermanjensen, BBBBB for short. Just like that acronym used for nsfw movie director Brooberator Broseidon Broseph who made an hour long director's cut edition of the best paint drying in the history of paint drying. Also the future of paint drying is interesting, for example there could be a new way to eat paint, and also feed the paint to businessmen. Eat paint, businessmen, you little confused individual, why do you like balance sheets so much? Is it some kinda fetish? Let's circle back to the fa
ct about broob and commas ,which,tbh isn't what I meant actually, it really was that and whoops, forgot a comma which really isn't that problematic who cares about punctuation amirite as long as point's made no need for many word why say lot word when when few word do trick ice cream goooood ice cream goooood ice cream goooood ice cubes good tooooo yes yes ice ice brrr so cold it'd be a shame if ice cream baaaaad ice cream. sorry I used a period but it arrives monthly, and you can't just "use" it unleeeess, you know. . . then I thought of cheating and drank it all back instead of fingerpainting. Now I feel kinda sick honestly maybe I should start doing bodypainting after going to the Krankenhaus so I dial 91 1 that is, 1 91 times, nobody picks up somehow, so I try again: 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 ... There is no answer. whoops that was actually 92 cuz I
added an extra 1 for posterity and luck guess I should try again: 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 ... dialing complete. ... it is ringing . . Brrring brrring. "Hello, moshi moshi? dare da omae wa? " what an entrance, I thought to myself. then I answered: was this worth it after all that dialing? And hung my pants on the wall. Now, my wall is pantsed, do you hear me? PANTSED! PAN T S E D that means, pants are now there but the phone is not hung up yet. Oops I pick it and say "hello I need a doctor" while hanging more pants on the neighbour's cow's nose ring, is totally irrelevant so I scream with passion into the phone and hang up. The police are at my door. Shit what did I do? they knock the door again and I decide to hide all pants on the wall
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s lest the police find them to wear for themselves. I know they wouldn't look good. I kept some for myself in case I get hungry or thirsty, you never know how long liquefied pants last. which isnt actually that long because the fabric is made out of liquefied cotton, and fish innards. It's slimy, gloopy, and positively pack with omega3s. On a good day, I like to go outside naked then remember I need clothing but it always dribbles off so I dribble back home because i am also liquid snake, the hot videogame character who keeps alerting the guards to my presence in the endless missions of that game which I've already uninstalled from the PC at my workplace which i stole and use for one very specific reason: recording copious quantities of monster energy drink ads while I help my friend to produce some spam e-mails. With these, i can buy lots of new computers so I can produce even more spam e-mails! Here comes spam e-mails stoinks, making money's never been easier! Bitcoin miners HATE this one trick! Regular min
ers hate them and click HERE to find out why and how to OBLITERATE your student loans NOW! Furthermore, you can also COLLECT your 9999th visitor's PRIZE right now! All you have to do is enter your CREDIT SCORE and SSN into the neighbour's back trousers pocket and UNBUTTON his SHIRT to collect your PRIZE. You will see that his left nipple EXPLODES and THOUSANDS of confetti and POLICE OFFICERS come out to arrest everyone in GLaD because of this goddamn ouija just won't quit shaking its thicc tailfeather that its momma gave it before saying: Gödbye my little dumpling. I hope you have enjoyed this story, but sadly it must now come to an end.. im sorry: those of you who have read this awfulness. so finally, before i reveal my secret, I am super gay for saying farewell to the ouija session that's haunted GLaD for 6 millenia and 4 months in Polpetta years, which roughly translates to nineteen irl days ,holy shit, almost 3 weeks we should kill it tomorrow or els
e it'll kill us which isn't necessarily bad, tbh , except that I'll die and reach eternal happiness, which is indeed terrible. Now, time to answer one last question; What was rule 9 ? gay gay gay gay rule
lmfao
nop
LETS GO
LETS DO IT
do you even call yourself a data hoarder
me and aldi did a partial one earlier, im gonna record it tonight 😌
You should see if you can use the word splitter that i have for tts so it doesn't just randomly break up a word in half. Though I forgot how I wrote that and if it'll even work here.

hmm you cant pause it though
just look at the implementation lmfao, it's memey af anyway
The best part about this is
We actually made Syro go through the trouble of creating that fix
syro why not just create a text file of the ouija and upload that? 
because arrem already did that and it's boring 😌
render it in latex2pdf then
No thanks
you should implement a wasm vm in the bot
hmm, we can split it up into certain amounts of lines to the nearest sentence
then we need to time each word 
I used to do that in highschool man 👀
i dont really watch ksi, but i do watch sidemen
help ouija
Allows members to play a ouija game in the specified ouija channel.
The bot will automatically remove entries that don't match the game criteria
and will stop the chain when it encounters a goodbye in one of the messages.
The command supports both editing and deleting messages.
You can react to a message with :put_litter_in_its_place: to challenge the post.
The current threshold for deletion is 3.
Starts a new ouija game in the specified ouija channel with the given prompt.
The gameMode determines whether the chain should be letter or word based.
Use l or letter for a letter based ouija or w or word for a word based ouija.
In a letter based game you can split words by using a -.
The given modeQuantifier describes how many letters or words each answer should contain.
modeQuantifier is an optional parameter that will default to 1. The maximum value is 5.
ouija start "For breakfast I want to eat a spoonful of ___." letter 3
Your prompt needs to have exactly 2 consecutive underscores.
ouija start "For breakfast I want to eat a spoonful of __." letter 3
LETTER
3
For breakfast I want to eat a spoonful of __.
you
goodbye
LETTER
3
For breakfast I want to eat a spoonful of Lolyou.
lol, u

WORD
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__ made me very happy.
these pretzels
which taste
just like
this sandwich
which I
recently borrowed
from a
certain German-learner
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these pretzels which taste just like this sandwich which I recently borrowed from a certain German-learner called Bulli made me very happy.
I love saying goodbye
knots yesterday: noooo dont say goodbye wtf
Pls never make it 2 words again 
ouija start “I definitely hate it when they ____” word 4
:x: The argument modeQuantifier (hate) is malformed.
yeah arrem fix it wtf
Your prompt needs to have exactly 2 consecutive underscores.
WHY
ouija start "I most certainly hate it when they __" word 4
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I most certainly hate it when they __
goodbye
Do stuff like that
, it's so ANNOYING!
why do you do
that kinda thing? Why?
what would have compelled
Y O U to
have even considered that
it'd be a good
I D E A
to have done such
an AWFUL thing? Utterly
disasterous stuff that can
really anger me personally.
And you know, anger
the general public as
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I most certainly hate it when they Do stuff like that , it's so ANNOYING! why do you do that kinda thing? Why? what would have compelled Y O U to have even considered that it'd be a good I D E A to have done such an AWFUL thing? Utterly disasterous stuff that can really anger me personally. And you know, anger the general public as W E L L.
we'll never know what the thing was
😈
he waited a minute to kill it 😩
Maybe it was just a few seconds and the first message was sent at like 21:02:59 or something
also obligatory "ew white theme"
why did you drop the b level knots
cos I can't consider myself B
I think you're a B 
😔
BBBBB
oujia start
ouija start "if this gets prematurely closed again I swear to god I will __" word 4
WORD
4
if this gets prematurely closed again I swear to god I will __
pee everyone's pants before
Hiding my cats in
the drawer because they
aren't supposed to see
goodbye
WORD
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if this gets prematurely closed again I swear to god I will pee everyone's pants before Hiding my cats in the drawer because they aren't supposed to see
:x: No such role exists. Possible roles are: Level A, Level B, Level C.
smh
help ouija
Allows members to play a ouija game in the specified ouija channel.
The bot will automatically remove entries that don't match the game criteria
and will stop the chain when it encounters a goodbye in one of the messages.
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Starts a new ouija game in the specified ouija channel with the given prompt.
The gameMode determines whether the chain should be letter or word based.
Use l or letter for a letter based ouija or w or word for a word based ouija.
In a letter based game you can split words by using a -.
The given modeQuantifier describes how many letters or words each answer should contain.
modeQuantifier is an optional parameter that will default to 1. The maximum value is 5.
Hello
@solemn copper goodbye
@viscid osprey goodbye.
ouija start "There was was a man named Dave; And a reason he so eloquently gave; As to why __" word 4
WORD
4
There was was a man named Dave; And a reason he so eloquently gave; As to why __
He was drunk with
A monkey and a
plague. He grew very
tired; Of the monkey's
dance, which was vague.
Vagueness was Dave's archenemy,
and best friend too.
This is by far
the longest ouija we
have not yet seen.
Time to end it.
goodbye
WORD
4
There was was a man named Dave; And a reason he so eloquently gave; As to why He was drunk with A monkey and a plague. He grew very tired; Of the monkey's dance, which was vague. Vagueness was Dave's archenemy, and best friend too. This is by far the longest ouija we have not yet seen. Time to end it.
ouija start "This game is low iq" word 0
Your prompt needs to have exactly 2 consecutive underscores.
ouija start "This game is low iq __ " word 0
The modeQuantifier should at least be 1 and 5 at maximum.
ouija start "This game is low iq" word 1
Your prompt needs to have exactly 2 consecutive underscores.
ouija start "This game is low iq__" word 1
WORD
1
This game is low iq__
.
LOL
goodbye
WORD
1
This game is low iq. LOL
😏
Says the guy who can't even type a prompt right
ouija start "It takes a lot to __" word 3
WORD
3
It takes a lot to __
steal kids' organs
first you have
to buy some
sweets to lure
rich fools into
selling their kids.
Then you'll need
to not pay
since you're stealing
WORD
3
It takes a lot to steal kids' organs first you have to buy some sweets to lure rich fools into selling their kids. Then you'll need to not pay since you're stealing the kids' organs.
ouija start "What to do with the organs once they've been stolen, you ask? Well, obviously __" word 3
WORD
3
What to do with the organs once they've been stolen, you ask? Well, obviously __
WORD
3
What to do with the organs once they've been stolen, you ask? Well, obviously pie for oily
ouija start "I have never seen a __ like this in my whole life." letter 1
LETTER
1
I have never seen a __ like this in my whole life.
j
e
r
s
e
y
goodbye
LETTER
1
I have never seen a jersey like this in my whole life.
ouija start "now that I think about it, I should start doing __" word 4
WORD
4
now that I think about it, I should start doing __
way more drugs than
the law allows, which
is honestly still 0
,but I rebel against
everything that is 1
drug/day or more, because
im allergic to highs.
However, state-regulated highs are
even worse. too salty!
Add a pinch of
"STOP LICKING IT CHEF"
- says Arrem, who
cries for the soddenness
of rocketships left swaying
after a bad landing.
goodbye I guess
WORD
4
now that I think about it, I should start doing way more drugs than the law allows, which is honestly still 0 ,but I rebel against everything that is 1 drug/day or more, because im allergic to highs. However, state-regulated highs are even worse. too salty! Add a pinch of salt, said the chef whys my joint salty? "STOP LICKING IT CHEF" - says Arrem, who cries for the soddenness of rocketships left swaying after a bad landing.
to resist what
Do you want to start an ouija game?
sure
ouija start "It takes a lot to resist __" word 2
WORD
2
It takes a lot to resist __
the temptation
to "goodbye"
an ouija,
and I
will always
love youuuuu.
My beloved
Hecker, my
resident foot-expert,
has done
footanalysis on
footanalysised polpəttə
who hated
