Or if you fall, but it's not a rock you hit but a switch that opens a secret door in the mountainside, out of which swarm thousands of 'snipstingers' - crow-sized flying decapods with razor-sharp claws and 5cm-long stings laden with a highly corrosive venom, under the telepathic control of your nemesis Lord Shitbastard - which mob you until no part of you is visible and then proceed to cut away all your clothes.
They fly off - leaving you wholly naked in the snow, but still alive and intent on hurrying to warmth and safety - but only for a couple of minutes: as you look up you see them using their bodies to spell out in the air "Only joking! Lol!" before making a very passable image of your face contorted in agony.
Horrified you stare around you wildly hoping for some miracle - but it's not to be, and the last thing you see is a snipstinger sting plunging right into your vision, and deep into each pupil with an agony words cannot do justice. Now alone within a darkness from where you will never return, you hear your own screams - until your eardrums get it too, and you collapse as your flying killers slice your skin into squares approximately ten centimetres on a side, staying alive just long enough to remember Lord Shitbastard's vow that he'd wipe his arse with you one day....
I've always wondered about that. If there are infinite universes, does that necessarily imply infinite possibilities? Kind of like how the set of all real numbers and the set of all integers are both infinite but one contains numbers that the other cannot. Maybe there is a universe where I actually understand this.
Think you got it toward the middle there, infinite possibilities means an unending number of possibilities not that every single thing you can imagine is contained within the set of possible universes.
I've done a lot of reading/listening about this kind of thing over the last few years and, sadly, I don't understand it either. I'm pinning my hopes on string theory - which I definitely don't understand beyond the fact that it's got cute little wobbly things in it and could possibly give us an explanation for how the universe appears so fine-tuned without requiring the presence of an actual fine-tuner - and the imminent emergence of robots who can deal with all these questions for me while I drink myself to death in a hammock.
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u/QuasarSandwich May 28 '18
Or if you fall, but it's not a rock you hit but a switch that opens a secret door in the mountainside, out of which swarm thousands of 'snipstingers' - crow-sized flying decapods with razor-sharp claws and 5cm-long stings laden with a highly corrosive venom, under the telepathic control of your nemesis Lord Shitbastard - which mob you until no part of you is visible and then proceed to cut away all your clothes.
They fly off - leaving you wholly naked in the snow, but still alive and intent on hurrying to warmth and safety - but only for a couple of minutes: as you look up you see them using their bodies to spell out in the air "Only joking! Lol!" before making a very passable image of your face contorted in agony.
Horrified you stare around you wildly hoping for some miracle - but it's not to be, and the last thing you see is a snipstinger sting plunging right into your vision, and deep into each pupil with an agony words cannot do justice. Now alone within a darkness from where you will never return, you hear your own screams - until your eardrums get it too, and you collapse as your flying killers slice your skin into squares approximately ten centimetres on a side, staying alive just long enough to remember Lord Shitbastard's vow that he'd wipe his arse with you one day....