The Creator
Weird deity who likes potato chips
- Joined
- Dec 3, 2025
- Messages
- 12
(Obviously this is just a joke for the character, so it's going to be a bit off the wall)
Hello!!
I am The Creator. You might know me from such videos as the one you will watch next year, the moment before you came into being, and such classics as "After You Enter the Afterlife"
(talking to her nonexistent wristwatch) Huh? What do you mean they don't remember things that haven't happened yet or before they were a single atom? Oh, right, right.
Anyway, I like potato chips, and as such, your universe is the only one oddly to have created them. I decided not to snap it out of existence like Thanos, and I get bored easily. Huh, I guess I'm kind of like that cat god thing from Dragon Ball Super, whatever his name was.
So, in conclusion, the secret to life, the universe, and everything isn't actually 42. It is this.
(Clears her throat and speaks in a language so bizarre it causes plants to grow out of thin air and rocks to burst into flames)
"ᛟᛚᛞ ᛗᛟᚱᚾᛁᛜ ᛋᚲᚱᛁᛒᛖᛋ ᛒᚱᛟᚢᚷᚺᛏ ᚾᛖᚢᚷ ᚠᛟᚱᚷᛖᛏ ᛏᛁᛚ ᛏᚱᛖᛖᛋ ᛟᚠ ᚲᚨᚱᛟᚠᚢᛚ ᛞᛁᛗᛖᚾᛋᛁᛟᚾᛋ ᛏᚱᛟᚢᚷᚺ ᚱᛁᛖᛗᛖᚾᛏ ᚢᛚᛞᛖᚱ ᛞᚨᚱᚲ ᚺᛖᚨᛚᛏᚺ. ᚱᚨᚾᛞᛟᛗ ᚠᚨᚲᛏᛟᚱᛋ ᛟᚠ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛞᛖᚨᛞ ᛞᛁᛞ ᛗᛁᚾᛖ ᛏᛟ ᛏᚱᛖᛗᛟᚱ ᛚᛁᚾᛞᛖᚾ ᛟᚠ ᛒᛖᛖᚱ. ᚹᚺᚨᛏ ᛋᚲᚱᛁᛒᛖ ᚹᛟᚱᛞᛋ ᚹᛖᚱᛖ ᚺᛖᛚᛞ ᛒᛖᚾᛖᚨᛏᚺ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛚᚨᚹᛋ ᛞᛟᛟᚱ? ᛏᚺᛁᛋ ᛁᛋ ᛟᚾᛚᛃ ᚠᛟᚱ ᚦᛖ ᚹᛁᛋᛖ."
And that, dear children, is how I met your mother. Ta-ta.
Hello!!
I am The Creator. You might know me from such videos as the one you will watch next year, the moment before you came into being, and such classics as "After You Enter the Afterlife"
(talking to her nonexistent wristwatch) Huh? What do you mean they don't remember things that haven't happened yet or before they were a single atom? Oh, right, right.
Anyway, I like potato chips, and as such, your universe is the only one oddly to have created them. I decided not to snap it out of existence like Thanos, and I get bored easily. Huh, I guess I'm kind of like that cat god thing from Dragon Ball Super, whatever his name was.
So, in conclusion, the secret to life, the universe, and everything isn't actually 42. It is this.
(Clears her throat and speaks in a language so bizarre it causes plants to grow out of thin air and rocks to burst into flames)
"ᛟᛚᛞ ᛗᛟᚱᚾᛁᛜ ᛋᚲᚱᛁᛒᛖᛋ ᛒᚱᛟᚢᚷᚺᛏ ᚾᛖᚢᚷ ᚠᛟᚱᚷᛖᛏ ᛏᛁᛚ ᛏᚱᛖᛖᛋ ᛟᚠ ᚲᚨᚱᛟᚠᚢᛚ ᛞᛁᛗᛖᚾᛋᛁᛟᚾᛋ ᛏᚱᛟᚢᚷᚺ ᚱᛁᛖᛗᛖᚾᛏ ᚢᛚᛞᛖᚱ ᛞᚨᚱᚲ ᚺᛖᚨᛚᛏᚺ. ᚱᚨᚾᛞᛟᛗ ᚠᚨᚲᛏᛟᚱᛋ ᛟᚠ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛞᛖᚨᛞ ᛞᛁᛞ ᛗᛁᚾᛖ ᛏᛟ ᛏᚱᛖᛗᛟᚱ ᛚᛁᚾᛞᛖᚾ ᛟᚠ ᛒᛖᛖᚱ. ᚹᚺᚨᛏ ᛋᚲᚱᛁᛒᛖ ᚹᛟᚱᛞᛋ ᚹᛖᚱᛖ ᚺᛖᛚᛞ ᛒᛖᚾᛖᚨᛏᚺ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛚᚨᚹᛋ ᛞᛟᛟᚱ? ᛏᚺᛁᛋ ᛁᛋ ᛟᚾᛚᛃ ᚠᛟᚱ ᚦᛖ ᚹᛁᛋᛖ."
And that, dear children, is how I met your mother. Ta-ta.
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You can have all the potato chips I really shouldn't be eating anymore 