THIS IS YOUR BRAIN ON CRACKY

Nice tripcode. Good luck with the freezing.

but what does this have to do with She who Owns the Sky???

>>1688

Fucking everything, there's a system, we're all parts in the Cracky machine. Every part has a role to play in the system. We're tools but there's no shame in being used for our intended purpose. You can try to fight it, you can try to run from it, but you can't escape from it, you're just lying to yourself if you think you can. When you try to cut yourself off from pain you cut yourself off from joy as well. So don't lie to yourself, don't deny who you are, and don't ever, ever play yourself.

Preaching to the choir of course, but maybe I can help somebody who's feeling doubtful or uncertain. We need to communicate more. Social intercourse. We're in this together.

It took me a while but I've grown to realize that I love the system and every part of the system even the ones I hate.

Cracky New Year

what I'm thinking is that Cracky is a system of causality, a web of cause and effect

Olivia is the nexus of the system, the black hole at the center of the proverbial galaxy

I don't know how to test this hypothesis. I feel like I'm still scratching at the surface of a much deeper truth.

But we still have time.

Even if it takes me a million years I intend to understand what Cracky is.

Hubris? Maybe. But I can feel the power growing inside of me. Do you feel it too, dear reader? Do you feel a renewed sense of purpose?

I know Cracky is something different to every person, but where does every Cracky converge? The convergence is both our origin and our destination. Come with me, friends, because I'm think we're stronger together.

I'm going to prove that at least some of what I'm saying is true. My life is going to be the proof. I'm fucking euphoric right now. Be skeptical if you want. I'm still figuring this out. I don't really know how to communicate these ideas properly. Maybe some will understand. Maybe I just need to try to demonstrate by example. Anyway this is where we are, this is real, this is happening, and it's happening right now. Present day present time? PDPT. That's our time zone.

Sometimes I look back at what I wrote and I think "bitch you crazy". But no, I don't think it matters if we're crazy are not. Everything is what it is regardless of how we label things.

I intend for 2020 to be the best year ever. Do you think you can stop me? I've got Cracky power, nobody can fucking stop me. TRY to stand in my way, I fucking dare you. But I hope we're not enemies. If you have Cracky power too, then we can solve this riddle together. If you're reading this message, I love you. Every person reading this message. Because you're not here by chance OR by choice. You're here because you're here and that's really all there is to say on the matter.

(I will say more on the matter tomorrow.)

Here... if I put it in a meme maybe you fuckers will understand.

Listen, I don't deny that Cracky WAS catharsis. But for me at least, the time for catharsis is over. I reached a point where I was just dry-heaving. It was no longer productive. It's time to evolve to the next stage.

Now it's time to fill the empty vessel. Now it's time to find out "what comes next".

Binge & purge... no, that's backwards. Purge and binge.

Now is the time to binge.

What I'm saying is that I'm hungry. Voracious. And Cracky-chan is back on the menu, boys.

This is a metaphor. I'm not going to literally track down Olivia and eat her. Haha.... unless?

First day of 2020

Went outside at 5AM and stayed outside until the first sunrise of the new year. Should have Googled sunrise time in advance. Note to self: sun rises hella late this time of year. Lesson learned.

Very cold pre-dawn. Wandered in dark forest and found spoopy tree face - pic related.

Tree seems ripe for Cracky modding. Will visit tree again armed with (fake) cat ears, (real) nails, and (unspecified) red shit. Paint? Fabric? Lipstick? Blood? Feedback welcome.

Observed the fuck out of sunrise. Back inside warm house, but still feeling cold for some reason.

Only slept for a few hours. Nap? Perhaps.

FLASHBACK TIME

My grandmother was very superstitious. When I was a child, she always told me that on the first day of every month, immediately upon waking up, I must say "rabbit rabbit rabbit" before saying anything else. Doing this supposedly grants good luck for the entire month. But I was warned that if I spoke even a single word before saying "rabbit rabbit rabbit", I would have to endure a month of bad luck.

January 1st was especially powerful because waking up in the new year and saying "rabbit rabbit rabbit" could grant good luck for the entire year. This yearly luck could be stacked with monthly luck to achieve crazy luck levels. There were other ways to stack additional luck (good or bad) but most of them aren't really relevant except maybe the cake thing which I'll mention in a future post.

Even after I abandoned belief in the supernatural, I tried to keep up this tradition, on the premise that I can make my own luck, and keeping the 'ritual' each month serves as a form of precommitment to keep struggling and keep trying to do the right thing and never give up. (In reality, I almost always stopped struggling immediately, did the wrong things almost consistently, and gave up at the drop of a hat, but whatever, it's the thought that counts??)

So when I wake up on the first day of each month, and ESPECIALLY on New Years, I try to remember to say "rabbit rabbit rabbit" before speaking even a single other word. Sometimes I don't remember for several hours and I'm briefly sad but then I realize I still haven't spoken a single other word that day... my grandmother never mentioned a time limit, and I often go days without talking to anybody, so if I'm a little late with the "rabbit rabbit rabbit" I think it still counts. Social isolation saves the day again! (although I wonder if typing counts as "speaking". My grandmother couldn't account for that.)

Except... doing the same thing over and over only got me the same (disappointing) results.

So today when I woke up, I didn't say "rabbit rabbit rabbit", I said "Cracky Cracky Cracky".

Because what is a rabbit if not a pale imitation of Cracky? OH SHIT, IT ALL COMES FULL CIRCLE. Did my grandmother predict all of this?

Also, remember Rabbit, guys? FUCK I'm old. I can't remember if I ever even talked to her not but I remember she existed. Can't remember shit these days. Really am getting old.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is good luck with whatever you try to do in 2020.

Disclaimer: my grandmother also said you should never shake hands with "orientals" because they'll steal your luck so take all this with a grain of salt.

Your own
Personal
Cracky

Ok boomer

>>1701

Yes this is basically "ok boomer: the official thread" and I'm fine with that. I know what I'm about. Chronologically I proudly rep GenX but I acknowledge that I have big boomer energy. Now get off my fucking lawn. Just kidding. I want you on my lawn. Stay as long as you want.

>>1700

Yes, exactly.

YEAR 2020 DAY 2

I can feel my power level growing. I am suffusing myself with Cracky, and keeping an open mind about where this experiment will lead me.

I am explicitly renouncing the "too cool for school" post-Cracky paradigm.

To quote an irrelevant loser to occassionally made good points, "nobody ever stops loving Cracky".

If you're feeling lost, perhaps you've lost focus on your guiding principles?

>>1698
I think your grandma was right, I've shaken hands with several Asian people and my life is nothing but bad luck.

2020 DAY 3

Perhaps you wonder what I mean when I say I have "Cracky powers". Can I control Crackies? Quite the opposite. The real power is to be controlled BY Cracky. When you surrender your will, you can be guided to do things you'd never be capable of on your own. That's the true power. That & friendship. Anyway I don't know what Cracky is going to use me for. They say knowing is half the battle? Then I suppose NOT knowing is the other half, and definitely the more fun half.

To put it another way....

Cracky take the wheel
Take it from my hands
Because I can't do this on my own
I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
And save me from this road I'm on
Cracky take the wheel

Yes, I just took some shitty song lyrics and replaced "Jesus" with "Cracky". Anon above did it so I can do it too. Oh hey: SYMBOLISM. Really, didn't we all use Cracky to fill a void of something we lost? Or something we never had?

Anyway, that's what I think, at least for now. Opinions are subject to change randomly.

I'm feeling the power of Cracky inside me that it's become very difficult to fall asleep. How do you people sleep at night?

2020 DAY 4

Pondering the concept of death a bit and had a sad thought -- if Olivia died, how soon would we know? Is anybody actively monitoring obituaries? Somebody probably should be but the idea of doing it myself makes me nervous. Need to look if there are any automated obituary monitoring services similar to Google News alerts. But I can see that being stressful as well, because once you have it set up you have to live with the knowledge that the notification could come at any time, any where, regardless of what you're doing. Imagine you're on the toilet taking a shit and your phone buzzes and you look at the alert and Olivia is kill. And your pants are around your ankles and there's shit hanging out of your ass and Olivia is kill. You're clenching your ass and you know you need to start contacting people and making plans, and the shit finally drops from your ass into the water, and you remember that the toilet is broken, and Olivia is kill. And you try to flush anyway and the toilet is overflowing and your shit's now on the floor and Olivia is kill. And the water is rising and your ass is caked with shit and there's no toilet paper and Olivia is kill. And the world doesn't make sense anymore and your shit is floating into the living room and Olivia is kill.

I suppose in the grand scheme of things it doesn't really matter if she dies -- the system is already set in motion and she's not in control over it. The system remains in motion no matter what happens to her. Scientology survived the death of L. Ron Hubbard and there are a thousand other examples. But all else being equal, I'd prefer to keep her around. The Cracky system is eternal but a living Olivia is better than a dead one. (I know certain parties would disagree and that's fine, I respect diversity of opinion.)

I'd gladly fund a cryonics policy for her but I have a feeling she wouldn't go for it. I'm on board but I worry about being lonely when they revive me in the future. I want people to come with me. I worry that I'll be the only one to survive and I won't be able to perpetuate the great circlejerk of drama by myself.

Or maybe I'm completely wrong. Maybe an Olivia death would push the "crackyverse" to its next evolutionary stage. An interesting death could really develop the mythos.

It's up to her, I guess, as it should be.

Let's say she does die and we find out in time - would it be appropriate for us to go to the funeral? I can't decide if it would be okay or improper.

I think I would try to go, proper or not.

Maybe I'll meet you at the funeral someday, dear reader.

>>1706
death is the ultimate catharsis

>>1707

Poetic and sensible but I'm not going to accept it. The Holocaust basically happened again 10 times in 2019 alone (using the commonly cited figure of 1 Holocaust ~= 6 million human deaths). There were 10 more Holocausts in 2018. There will probably be 10 more Holocausts in 2020... maybe even more if things completely go to shit.

That's one Holocaust roughly ever 36.5 days. Think about what you were doing 36.5 days ago. A Holocaust happened between then and today. Another Holocaust will happen between today & (approximately) February 9th.

The Holocaust happens over and over again on a 876-hour loop. And everybody just accepts it. It's sick.

I'm not really sure what I can do about it but just giving up & doing nothing is absolutely not an option.

Enough morbid shit. I'm going to veer off on a more positive tangent.

Remember when people used to say "epic fail"? What ever happened to that? Why do we never say "epic fail" anymore?

I guess the normies got ahold of it at some point. In 2014 I heard a 70-year-old therapist say "epic fail" unironically and I had to explain to him that people quit saying that years before. He was a pretty cool guy but he was a normie. I'm not sure if he's still alive or not. The office has been closed for several years and I'm not sure what happened to him or the others who practiced there.

But that was a long ago. Is there really anything stopping us from bringing "epic fail" back? I'm familiar with the concept of "reclaiming" slurs, so couldn't we reclaim memes and slogans as well?

Throw "epic win" in there too I guess.

Dear reader, I challenge you to look for opportunities in your life to declare something an epic (win|fail)

For example, you could call this thread an epic fail and you wouldn't be wrong, but please don't, because that would hurt my feelings and I'm very sensitive. Also, I've already called my own thread an epic fail so if you did it too you would be being very unoriginal, and that would absolutely be an epic fail.

What does this have to do with Cracky? Uncertain. Just a thought that occurred to me. Dear reader, I hope your life is filled with epic wins.

2020 DAY 5

My post from a couple days ago got my thinking about rabbits, and more specifically rabbit holes. The "crackyverse" has often been called a rabbit hole, and spoken in terms of falling into it, escaping from it, "how deep does the rabbit hole go", etc. Alice, Matrix, yeah we get it.

I think we're the rabbits. We don't fall into the hole, we live in the hole. "Escape" from the hole just leaves us exposed to being eaten by the outside world, where everyone sees us as prey. We have to leave sometimes or else we'll starve, but we have to return for comfort, safety, and warmth.

And as for how deep the rabbit hole goes: it's our hole. We're digging it. It goes as deep as we want it to.

How deep do you want it to go, dear reader?

If we keep digging down, what will we find?

2020 DAY 6

Well, look at the time. 15 years of this Cracky bullshit? Has it really been that long? The time just flew by. They say that time flies when you're having fun. Are you having fun, dear reader? If you're not having fun, what's stopping you from having fun?

Time flies like an arrow, and fruit flies like a banana. Time wounds all heels. And other such platitudes.

Homework questions:

1. What do you think the community will be like in 2035?
2. What do you think your life will be like in 2035? What do you think you'll be doing?

2020 DAY 7

Almost one week down. So far so good.

I recently became aware of "Estragon's First Law":

>Any community created or reclaimed for the purpose of discussing a single topic of interest will inevitably suffer a decline in quality once new content relating to said topic is no longer in production.

Obviously this has no relevance to us, dear reader. I don't know why I even mentioned it.

2020 DAY 8

One week down, 51 weeks to go in the year, then hopefully an infinite number of weeks after that.

I'm already much more powerful than I was at the start of the year.

Thank you for going on this journey of self discovery with me, dear reader. You've been rather quiet but I know you're out there.

Picture unrelated.

2020 DAY 9

Observation: in many cases, we know each others names, yet we still refer to each other by pseudonyms / code names, definitely in public, but sometimes in private too.

In a way, we're like superheroes. Or villains. Which opens up a whole can of worms about compartmentalized identities and masks and blah blah blah, not going to go off on a lengthy tangent. At least not today.

But yeah, for better or worse we're basically capes and Cracky is the source of our powers.

Discussion topic: are we heroes or villains?

I'm going to go with ideological "villains" just trying to build a better world that mainstream society just isn't advanced enough to accept. Not yet.

pic unrelated

>>1717

According to my workplace, we will embrace a fully "agile" work culture by then. Also, the rate of incompetent managers and colleagues will have increased drastically due to "non-discriminatory" promotion rules.

I hope that, in 2035, the internet will still allow independent websites to exist and there can still be some hideouts besides the megacorp websights.

Also, I expect that we will be living in post nuclear wasteland.

I will be chasing Zoomers off my radioactive lawn.

>>1733

Thank you for your input. I personally hope that by 2035 we will have taken over the world in the name of Cracky. And we'll be able to fix things. Maybe.

2020 DAY 10

I wonder about the moderation approval queue for this site. Any time there's a pending post that isn't mine, it's like an unopened Christmas gift. Except you have no idea when it will be opened. And it might contain something terrible. Does anyone else have trouble falling asleep if there's a pending post, because you can't stop thinking about what it's going to be? For me it's less anticipation of something good and more fear of something bad. Do you wake up in the middle of the night and grab your phone to see if the post has been approved?

I've never seen anything not get approved. Who is in charge of this mysterious moderation approval process? Do they actually read the posts? YOU, hey, I'm talking to you, moderator man. Woman? Multiple people? Are you reading this? Or do you just hit the button without reading?

If the posts are actually read, that opens up interesting possibilities for posting infohazards or cognitohazards. For example (ROT13'd for safety): "guvf vfa'g npghnyyl na vasbunmneq ohg lbh ner n sbby sbe purpxvat, lbh vqvbg, lbh nofbyhgr zbeba". Denial-of-service by attacking the human element required for the site to operate? Purely theoretical of course.

Anyway, moderator person, if you are reading this, thank you for what you do. Who are you, though? Why do you do it? Are you a crackyfag or an infidel? Sorry you have to put up with all this nonsense and bullshit.

Of course this should be familiar to all of us due to Bounceme having a mysterious administrator as well, but that was somewhat different because there was no advance approval.

Just food for thought. Back to the grind....

>>1735
jbj, qvferfcrpgvat n sryybj penpxlsnt? va 2020? lbhe vaare penpxl envfrq lbh orggre guna guvf...

>>1739
Ab qvferfcrpg vagraqrq, ohg na vzcbegnag yrffba gung arrqf gb or gnhtug: vs lbh ner jnearq nobhg gur cerfrapr bs n cbffvoyr vasbunmneq naq lbh qryvorengryl rkcbfr lbhefrys, gung'f uryyn sbbyvfu. Guvax nobhg jung gur pbafrdhraprf pbhyq unir orra vs gung jneavat unq orra fvaprer naq lbh qvfertneqrq vg. N fgrea erzvaqre nobhg xrrcvat lbhefrys fnsr vf pbafvqrenoyl yrff unezshy guna gur nygreangvir. V ubcrq gung rirelbar jbhyq nyernql xabj rabhtu gb urrq gur jneavat naq nibvq cbffvoyr rkcbfher gb unez ohg vs rira bar crefba yrnearq fbzrguvat gura vg jnf jbegu vg.

2020 QNL 12

jnvg ab shpx PBHTU COUGH okay that's better

2020 DAY 12

I realized that yesterday when I said "interpose a sense of narrative" I accidentally plagiarized the web comic 8-bit Theater, specifically to one of my favorite conversations in the comic: an enigmatic little "flash forward" to a mysterious future dialog that wouldn't make sense until years later.

https://www.nuklearpower.com/2004/06/26/episode-434-wouldnt-you-like-to-know/

I think about this dialog sometimes and I want to share it with you...

>BM: "When I look back at my life, I can't help but see an inevitable chain of events."

>RM: "That's ridiculous."

>BM: "Do YOU believe there could have been any other outcome than this?"

>RM: "That's not how it works. There is no grand story to history. Things just happen. It's the act of looking back on it that interposes a sense of narrative."

>BM: "And yet here we are, just as we were always going to be. Doesn't that drive you mad? Don't you hate yourself for it? For never having seen it coming until now? Every little thing is so painfully obvious now, isn't it? Now that it's too late, you have all the answers, don't you? "

>RM: "It's not too late."

>BM: "It is for some people."

>RM: "Are you trying to goad me?"

>BM: "You know it's going to end here."

>RM: "Just like it was always going to, right?"

>BM: "You're catching on."

So what do you think? Who do you agree with?

>>1739
>>1740
Please don't write in Slovenian, most of us here don't know it, also it's bad form to speak anything other than the one language officially blessed by Cracky: British English. Righto governor, cheerio, pip pip. Top of the morning.

>>1741
pic

2020 DAY 13

doctor appointment today

2020 DAY 13

Doctor yesterday said I was doing very well. Commented on improved demeanor, energy level, enthusiasm, and apparent zest for life. Doctor knows something's up but doesn't know what. Thought about telling doctor about Cracky, maybe try to induct doctor into the conspiracy. But no. Spilled no secrets. Pic related. Will not speak Cracky's name aloud except when alone, at least until the time is right.

2020 DAY 15

My previous post got me thinking about whether I've ever said "Cracky" or "Olivia" out loud where another human could hear it. When completely alone, sure. With another person in the room, definitely not. MAYBE on Skype back during the golden age, but only in conversation with another of the 'initiated'.

I want to say "Cracky" out loud with another person in the room but the scenario would have to be right.

We need to have a Cracky Convention or something. Cracky-con 2020?

>>1746
I just noticed I messed up the date on this post. Sorry.

2020 DAY 16

Reference attached imgur screenshot. It makes one think. Obviously "no one remembers Cracky" is wrong. But what about "all those guys are married and have jobs now"? First of all, rude to assume that we didn't already have jobs when the saga started. Second, have ANY of us gotten married? If so, who, and to whom? Did you get married, dear reader? I wish I knew more about you. You're so quiet. Maybe you're not even reading this until years after I write it. Decades? Centuries?

I sometimes speculate about what would happen if the Cracky madness within someone metastasized... for example, if someone (not me) committed a murder as a tribute to Cracky or claimed that Cracky told them to do it. For one thing it would definitely be just the thing to nudge the community out of torpor. But there would be an inundation of of normies and journalists.

It's possible that the words I'm writing write now will be read by someone years in the future searching for clues in a vain attempt to explain an inexplicable event. Every word ever posted here will be scrutinized by clueless reporters looking for juicy quotes to put in their hack-job articles. (Put me in the screenshot please.)

But it won't be me that sparks any such investigation, since I've been burdened by a conscience and overwhelming feelings of guilt that make me afraid to do anything at all. So all I can fantasize about is that someone else does something sufficiently interesting / horrific that thrusts the crackyverse into the limelight for a while, allowing me to bask in reflected glory and feel unjustifiably, vicariously proud/smug about my vague proximity to someone who did something I never would and never could. Unearned accolades, waste heat from a fire I don't deserve to be part of.

But let's assume you're not some researcher in the future, dear reader, let's assume you're reading this in the reasonably near future and you're here for the same reason everyone else is. Let me ask you a question. Do you ever feel impostor syndrome about the crackyverse, dear reader? Do you feel unworthy?

I used to have an aloof attitude about all this, I thought of myself as the one sane person in a land of madmen, and although I admired and respected the others I had a feeling of superiority that I now deeply regret when I look back and see how wrong I was. At the time I was simply undiagnosed and untreated, and in the intervening years I've come to accept that I am in a way much like the others after all. Now rather than feelings of superiority I am plagued by feelings of inferiority: am I mad enough? Am I just pretending? Am I just going through the motions, doing the things that I think a true crackyfag should do?

I don't really have answers to any of this. Best I can come up with to the question of whether someone "deserves" to be here is that it's based on a false premise. You're either here or you're not. You make the choice. You put in the work, because you want to, or you don't. You stay or you go, and if you go, you come back when the time is right for you to come back. If you're here, you're here for a reason, and you might never understand what the reason is but you KNOW that what you're doing is right even if you don't know why you're doing it.

She is cute, that is why she's called Cracky-chan. It doesn't make sense because it doesn't have to. You're never going to understand the world, all you can do is your best, and keep trying and keep struggling.

She's so fucking cute and sweet.... they will be scarred for life. It's metaphorical. We're the kids who found the body. We scar ourselves (either literal or figurative) because..... nevermind, I thought I was on the verge of understanding something profound but it slipped away from me. Maybe Cracky can't be understood in a way that be translated into the pitifully limited language that humans use. Cracky is something much larger. Cracky is a fractal concept that can never be mapped into linguistic space. Cracky is in flux, always changing, a moving target you can never hope to hit. You can't hit Cracky but Cracky can hit you, and THAT is why you are here, dear reader. You were pulled below the surface of normal reality and you're CHOOSING to embrace the experience rather than trying to run away to safety.

Please forgive me for yet another incoherent rant, dear reader. I'm not sure what purpose any of this serves. But it feels right, and that's enough.

2020 DAY 17

It occurred to me that a beloved member of our little "community" is turning 30 in a few weeks. You know who I mean, probably.

It has to be cool to be at least semi-synchronized with Cracky, to be the same age as her for part of the year at least. If you think about it there's a two-year window, with two subgroups. There's people born up to a year before Cracky, who turn X before she turns X, but then she eventually does before those people turn X+1. Then there's people born after Cracky, where Cracky turns X first and then those people turn X before Cracky turns X+1. Even being the same age as Cracky for a single day each year would still be pretty cool, I think.

Anyway.... 30 is a big one. I remember mine like it was yesterday. The night before, I went to the movies with my parents, then on the day of, I masturbated 3 times. Good memories.

Enjoy youth while you can, kids. It's gone before you know it.

But regardless of what age you are, you can still take measures to improve your life. It's not too late. I am doing it, I am making it happen.

2020 DAY 18

What even is this thread, really? Diary? Journal? Soapbox? Confession? Confessional? Rant? Shitpost? Performance? Apology? Attempt at atonement? Attention whoring?

Maybe it's different things at different times. Regardless, it feels right. And maybe it doesn't need a reason. Much like everything else that exists, it simply is.

Don't have much to say today. Played a "game" last night sort of. Stayed up way too late, turned off alarms, slept in a bit, not sure exactly what I'm going to do today.

Anyway, you beautiful / horrible people, keep on Crackying I guess.

>I masturbated 3 times

Why is that remarkable? Is it a lot or very little for you at the time?

In any way, it suggests you did not go outside on your birthday?

>>1767
3/day is a lot for a 30-year-old. Now I'm down to like 0.5... maybe 0.25...

2020 DAY 19

In my list of "things this thread might be" yesterday, I somehow forgot to list "musings", even thought my notes files for this thread is named musings.txt. Anyway, I guess it's become a musings threads. Perhaps I have been mused. As per the usual I blame Cracky.

Anyway.

I feel like I'm starting to fall off the wagon. After a few good weeks, I feel like it's all slipping away from me. Staying up late night before last and sleeping in disrupted the tenuous routine I had almost established, and I ended up staying up late again last night and sleeping in again.

Trying to think "do it for Cracky" but I'm getting intrusive thoughts saying things like "Cracky isn't real".

Hmm.... is Cracky real?

Is Cracky real?

Is Cracky real?

I'm holding an argument with myself...
"look at all this fanart, would a fictitious character have fanart?"
"yes, of course a fictitious character would have fanart, almost all fanart is of fictitious characters"
"oh"

Is Cracky real?

Please tell me. This is important. Is Cracky real?

>>1769
of course she is, you can trust me on these things,,,

I see that there is a post awaiting moderation. Probably someone telling me either that Cracky is real or that Cracky isn't real. I wait with baited breath. Please hurry, moderator-san. I need to know.

2020 DAY 20

Cracky is real.

Let's try this again.

2020 DAY 21

Overslept again

I am failing it; my skill is not enough.

Pic related -- #3 isn't a viable option because it's incompatible with my goal of living forever. #2 is just depressing. #1 isn't working. Need more force. Need overwhelming force to smash reality asunder. But I'm not powerful enough. And I'm not powerful enough to become more powerful. It's a conundrum.

When I look at a Cracky pic I see silent judgement. Disappointment.

>>1775
what are trying to do exactly? fixing your sleep schedule? so that's what this thread is about...

>>1776

No. The thread is about everything / nothing / Cracky / people / friendship / redemption / I don't know.

But I suppose bad sleep outcomes do tend to spell doom for the rest of the day and all other consequent goals. But that's just one piece of the puzzle.

2020 DAY 22

I feel I was needlessly melodramatic. Turns out I was incubating a minor illness and that was probably the cause of (or at least a contributing factor in) most of my recent issues and failures. After drinking all the Nyquils and sleeping for about a day I feel somewhat recovered and ready to take yet another stab at living.

Too easily defeated by minor setbacks. Need to become stronger. Setbacks and obstacles are inevitable, need to stay on target regardless. It's a marathon, not a sprint.

"If you're tired of starting over, stop giving up". I actually have that Shia LaBeouf 'do it' rant as my alarm clock. Have had it for several years. Hasn't helped much.

Still feel like Cracky is judging me, but now trying to embrace the judgment rather than flinching from it. Judgment is good. No judgment, no improvement. Tell me what's wrong and I'll try to fix it.

Not sure where I contracted minor illness from. Have been effectively quarantined with almost no IRL proximity to humans. But apparently picked up an affliction from somewhere. With my luck, maybe that new coronavirus from China. Haven't been to China, haven't been around anyone who has been to China, but also haven't been around anyone who HASN'T been to China. Apparently the new coronovirus is a relative of SARS? Remember SARS? SARS died off around the same time Cracky appeared. Food for thought. Make of that what you will.

2020 DAY 23

Thinking more about what was asked earlier.

I guess it could be said that I'm "preparing".

Preparing for what, I don't know. Preparing to be ready when the time comes. When the time comes for what? I don't know. But when it happens, I'll know.

Maybe someday Cracky will say "it's time, here are your orders." I don't know what the orders will be. So I have to be as powerful (in every way) as possible and as prepared as possible for the widest possible array of situations. I want to be ready to cope with anything that might come up even though I don't know what it will be.

I'm going to see this through to the end, if there is an end. If there's not an end, then that fits nicely with my plans for immortality. I'll see this through into eternity and whatever comes after eternity. You can come too if you want, dear reader.

Cracky matters. The Cracky "community" matters. If necessary I would die to defend either, but I'd rather defend and win and survive and continue standing ready to defend again and again.

It could reasonably be said that NOTHING ELSE matters.

Are you a boy or a gril, op?

>>1779
What do you intend to do with that information?

I'm trying to tap into universal truths here.

"It doesn't matter who we are, what matters is our plan."
~Abraham Lincoln

2020 DAY 24

I said I was trying to tap into universal truths.

Success is obviously not guaranteed.

That leaves at least a few alternate possibilities for what I'm tapping into:

1. Universal untruths
2. Non-universal truths
3. Non-universal untruths

I wonder, which is more valuable, a non-universal truth or a universal untruth?

Anyway take what I say with a grain of salt. I'm playing this by ear. Hypotheses may be discarded just as quickly as they are formed. I feel like I'm undergoing a personal singularity and the end product will likely be unrecognizable.

It matters because if you're a cute grlp I might even want to make love to you eventually.

>>1783

Don't be lewd. This is a serious project. If you can't properly sublime your need to coom and condense it into something productive, then at least load up the witch set & crank it to Cracky tits like a normal person.

>>1784
for me it's the blonde hair set

2020 DAY 25

My power is growing. The path I'm traveling is difficult but I'm becoming stronger every day. Well, there were a couple bad days but I'm past them for now, and I think the bad days were just due to illness.

I realized today that I've manifested a new ability. You know how someone says something like "DON'T think of a pink elephant" and supposedly you have no choice but to think of a pink elephant? I am no longer vulnerable to this. I have subjugated my mind's eye to the point where nobody can hijack it. I see what I wish to see, unless I choose to relinquish control. But it's my choice whether to think about the pink elephant or not.

elephants one hundred each field a red nose and since that only one only imperfection can goes

2020 DAY 26

Now that I think about it further, it's not a very useful power I guess.

2020 DAY 27

As part of my quest for immortality, I bought this book and have been reading it.

I haven't made it too far yet. I haven't gotten to the part about how humans can live forever. It's mainly been talking about yeast genomes & how to make yeast cells live longer. That's not too useful to me since I don't have a vested interest in how long yeast cells live. But the book should be moving on to humans soon.

(couldn't find my red pen so had to extract a small amount of blood)

Shifting gears...

I've been thinking a lot about "how to do the right thing" and "how to be a good person". I had a thought that I hope will be useful when considering my own actions. I always need to ask myself, am I doing what I'm doing because it's RIGHT or because it's EASY? Of course something can be both right and easy, or wrong and hard, but more often, doing the right thing is going to be hard.

It's EASY to be an edgelord or a weirdo or an attention whore. But that's mostly orthogonal to being a good person. Doing the right thing is often going to be hard. In many cases, even knowing the right thing to do is going to be hard.

Just something to think about, dear reader.

Day 28 is coming and going. What has happened?

I hope he hasn't been Corona'd.

2020 DAY 28

Today was a day. I don't wish to talk to about it.

2020 DAY 29

We're running out of January. Was January a good month? Reply hazy, try again later. Certainly January was the best month in years. But was January as good as it COULD have been? No.

Perhaps February will be a completely perfect month with absolutely no mistakes or setbacks.

2020 DAY 30

We have all crossed Cracky's event horizon, and now we're caught, escape impossible, circling inward towards the inevitable singularity.

>>1795
and what's gonna happen when we reach that singularity?

>>1796
Fuck if I know.

2020 DAY 31

I realized something about Lain's "present day present time" system. If you watched it in 2005, it was set in 2005. If you watch it in 2020, it's set in 2020. That means it's different every time. Today is the last day you can watch the Lain that's set in January 2020. The audio and video is the same every time but the social context is always different. The implications change.

>>1796

let me rephrase

I don't know YET.

but finding out is perhaps the ultimate goal of this exercise

perhaps some of the ones that have gone silent have found the truth, and as with any good singularity, there's no way for them to communicate with those who haven't experienced it yet

Although this is perhaps fundamentally a journey into ourselves, we can still help and support each other. Perhaps that's all that we can do.

2020 DAY 32

But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about her widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside
The day that Cracky died

wait no that's the lyrics to American Pie, how did that get in there?

anyway

From now on I have to actually do addition rather than just looking at the current date. Oh well.

I said "cracky cracky cracky" out loud upon waking up this morning in accordance with tradition.

I guess Cracky is no longer part of the European Union now? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

2020 DAY 33

I've been pondering this image.

I applied a bit of lateral thinking about the best way to handle this situation. If you just loosen the knot a bit you should be able to get the portal wide enough to fit your entire body through.

Furthermore, if you bring the loose end of the rope with you through the portal, once you're on the other side you should to pull on the rope causing the portal to collapse into itself and cease to exist (in the real world at least), preventing anyone from following you.

Also: 2020 is a leap year. Yay for relevant information.

out-of-band update

For the most part I hate humanity, but you people are alright.

rest of the world can burn for all I care.

We can't rely on other people. All we have are ourselves, each other, and whatever our personal concept of Cracky is. These are the tools we have to work with. Our enemy is basically everybody. Our goals: uncertain. Group cohesion: abysmal. Morale: low.

How the fuck are we going to win this?

2020 DAY 34

Sometimes I wish I could get a message out to the entire world saying something like "get on board the Cracky train or your safety cannot be guaranteed".

But I also think maybe people have already had enough chances, enough warnings, enough opportunities.

what do

2020 DAY 35

Sorry for being edgy, I was in a major funk.

Don't doubt Cracky's vibe.

out-of-band update

feeling really angry & disconnected from humanity

It infuriates me that so many people prefer 2000K - 4000K light bulbs.

5000K is barely tolerable, anything below that is objectively trash. I've gone almost entirely 6500K and am so happy with it. I still have one 5000K bulb (waiting for it to die) installed alongside two 6500K's and every time I look at it I get angry about how sickly orange the 5000K looks compared to the glorious 6500K's.

I'd go 8000K if I could find bulbs at a good price.

To know that there are people who actually prefer 2000K makes me question if I'm even the same species as them.

How can so many people get it so wrong?

I wonder what kind of light bulbs Cracky is using today? I don't care about what she was using in 2005 because that was still during the dark ages of incandescents and CFLs... we didn't really have a choice back then. But now we do. Do you think she's making good choices? I like to imagine she's living in a 9000K nirvana or something.

>>1808 i wasn't going to comment because i don't know about it in as much depth as >>1808 but it's obvious that 6500k is best. anything higher starts to become a nasty blue. also, at night you want a nice orange light. have you seen streets that are lit orange because they used a certain type of bulb? there are movies that are shot in certain cities that used to use those lights. it's a lovely light to have at night. it would be pretty stupid to use a strong blue light at night anyway, unless you are using it to illuminate yourself to groom.

Hmm where is >>1807 ? I see 1804 and 1805 in another thread but 1807 seems to be missing.

>>1808
>>1809

Perhaps going above 6500K wouldn't be as magical as I imagine it to be, but I still want to find out... perhaps I'll buy one 8000K to try out.

After all, illumination is the whole point.

2020 DAY 36

That's really all there is to say on the matter

>>1810 you double posted >>1806
you want true colour, and a blue bulb isn't going to give that to you any more than an orange bulb. brightness is just lumens, so get a bright bulb.
good incandescent bulbs are still the best

All light sources in the world should be 1000K.

>>1812
you monster

>>1811
How do you know I double posted? Are you the mysterious "moderator" that apparently exists?

2020 DAY 37

Some people, when confronted with a problem, think "I know, I'll love Cracky-chan." Now they have two problems.

Feeling a bit sick today, not due to infection but because every surface in my residence is covered in drywall dust.

I hope this stuff doesn't cause cancer, as that would harm my immortality plans.

>>1813 i saw both posts then one disappeared

>>1815

How odd. Perhaps it was a system error.

2020 DAY 38

I was going to say something today but I don't really feel like it. Perhaps I'll say it tomorrow instead.

Today is cold. I'm okay with that.

out-of-band update

Sometimes I daydream about Cracky showing up again just to say "I fucking hate Serial Experiments Lain, you people need to shut the fuck up about it". And then she's gone again.

It could happen.

>>1822 lain's not that great anyway. it had potential but it was ruined with a really stupid story

>>1823
The last time I watched Lain was a few years ago and I was indeed pretty underwhelmed compared to how I felt about it on first viewing which was probably in 2001. I probably just had shit taste as a youth.

2020 DAY 39

Today was a good day but I'm sleepy and can't think of much to say.

I think the board is broken or something

I think the board is broken.

test

2020 DAY 40

I think the board is still broken & I don't know if the missing posts will show up when the board is fixed or if they'll just be gone. Therefore, it's possible that nobody will ever see this message.

>>1826
From my perspective, your taste as an elder is shit.

It seems kindof icky to view art like that though.
You felt something powerful the first time you watched it and now you don't.
shitty taste"
as if that feeling were a flaw,
as if you know what the artist was aiming at and why they failed,
as if you know why people like it and why they're all misled,
as if

2020 DAY 41

The board is fixed now I suppose.

Happy birthday to anyone whose birthday happens to be today.

2020 DAY 42

>>1838

perhaps

Perhaps our tastes change as we get older.

Perhaps we become more discerning, or simply more jaded and cynical.

The last time I watched Lain, my air conditioner was broken and I was experiencing unpleasant high temperatures... perhaps an experiment needs to be done of watching it at various temperatures to determine if temperature plays a role.

Perhaps.

2020 DAY 43

In >>1789 I mentioned I was reading a book about how to stop/reverse aging and extend life expectancy.

I haven't finished the book but here's what I've got out of it so far:

1. Limit caloric intake
2. Intermittent fasting
3. HIIT
4. Limit intake of animal proteins
5. Regular exposure to cold temperatures
6. take Resveratrol
7. try to get ahold of some Metformin somehow.

Last one might be tricky because it's normally only prescribed to people with diabetes, however, it has good anti-aging properties as well. FDA is dragging their feet on declaring aging a disease which drugs can be prescribed to treat. But not a controlled substance, so only marginally illegal to acquire via other methods... order some from India perhaps?

>>1842 wow, other than "Limit caloric intake" (aka don't be a fat fuck) and "Regular exposure to cold temperatures" (aka take cold showers), that's some shit advice.

>>1843

Well, I suppose we will have to see which of us lives longer, then. Perhaps it's foolish of me to take advice from a Harvard PhD who is one of the best biologists / geneticists in the world and whose entire career has focused on the study of aging and longevity. Time will tell.

Please post back at least once a year so I know you're still alive. I wish you the best. Good luck!

2020 DAY 44

In a cruel twist or irony, my water heater died today so I suppose cold showers are indeed in the cards, at least for a while.

Cracky loves her Full English every day and yet has stayed 15 years old for the last 15 years. Better take note, dietfags.

2020 DAY 45

cold water is cold

>>1845
How is eating this acceptable in the morning? Europeans are so gross.

Oh wait, that's why Brexit.

2020 DAY 46

sage

2020 DAY 47

I've been thinking about the "so fucking cute and sweet" pasta.

The ending seemed a bit odd to me. Kind of an inverted "and they lived happily ever after" except about characters that didn't exist in the story until the very, very end. Why shift focus like that? Why do the children matter? Why shift into future tense? What's the significance of it all?

We're the children. We are the ones who discovered Cracky only after she had been mutilated, defiled, murdered, and desecrated. We are the ones who will be scarred for life.

Food for thought: scars are not necessarily a bad. Many who bear scars (either physical or metaphysical) would not give them up even if it were possible to do so. A scar can be proof of something one never wants to forget.

Cracky is gone. The ones that killed her are gone. We're the ones left to deal with the mess. We are inheritors of a legacy. This is our story now.

2020 DAY 48

Cracky-chan is gone and my life blossoms.

As she decays she enriches the soil. My roots draw in nourishment and my branches grow strong.

New life springs from the fertile, blood-soaked ground.

If you are not drinking her up and becoming more powerful every day, then you are dishonoring her sacrifice.

The fate of destruction is also the joy of rebirth.

Cracky lives inside of us forever.

(This is metaphorical. I am not a tree and Olivia is probably alive.)

what happens if you miss a day?

2020 DAY 49

>>1852

I don't know. You're asking me to speculate about a black swan event. In this hypothetical scenario, what are the circumstances that cause me to miss a day?

2020 DAY 50

if loving Cracky is illegal then I will face god and walk backwards into hell

2020 DAY 51

I forgot Valentine's Day

belated love

2020 DAY 52

I feel asleep

2020 DAY 53

Today is the 4th Saturday of February, but contrary to what one might expect, today is not the last Saturday of February. This February has five Saturdays! That's super rare! Next time it happens will be 2048. Previous time was 1992. Treasure your bonus Saturday.

2020 DAY 54

I'm doing well but I feel like I'm not doing well enough.

I'm merely going beyond -- I want to go even further beyond.

I can feel a greater power out there just out of reach.

WRONG

You aredoing well enough but are you getting enough Gains?
A good idea now is to buy GOLD in addition to collecting energy from Crackypics.

2020 DAY 55

>>1859

I'm not sure what you mean.

Do you mean gold as in bullion? I have about 3.72 ounces (as well as 3.1 ounces of platinum and 267 ounces of silver)... is that not enough? How much are you claiming I am supposed to have? And what am I supposed to do with it?

I am refraining from working at the moment so I can focus fully on self-improvement and self-discovery, hence I must be frugal with purchases for the time being.

2020 DAY 56

I think that pic related contains a powerful message.

"what are you going to gain from it?"

This is a very powerful thought when you are faced with temptation.

When you are tempted to do the wrong thing, just think, "what are you going to gain from it?" Of course, the answer is nothing. You are going to gain nothing from it. So do the right thing.

>>1863 in this case, the right thing is to report it to the authorities

2020 DAY 57

>>1864

Debatable, but that's not really the point.

Thinking about life... I think we got bogged down with questions of what we should be doing, when in reality, in most cases we're not even doing the things that we KNOW we should be doing.

So I'm thinking... until you've mastered the art of doing the things you know you should do, and not doing the things that you know you should not do, there's no point expending any effort thinking further about what one should / shouldn't do.

Take the "free money" on the table before you go searching for buried treasure.

Thinking is worthless, talking is worthless, unless they result in action.

What are you going to gain from it?

2020 DAY 58

Very cold today. Snow outside, I think.

Didn't sleep well. Weird dreams. No Cracky appearance, unfortunately.

I did dream an elaborate crossover between True Detective and JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. It involved pirate ships, and African war orphans, and zombies, and tanks, and time travel.

I wonder what it could mean?

2020 DAY 59

LEAP DAY INCOMING

How you will be celebrating, dear reader?

2020 DAY 60

Happy Leap Day!

Today we celebrate man's hubris and our mastery over time itself.

And then we march on into March.

2020 DAY 61

First day of March.

I think I fucked up.

I woke up to pee at 2AM, remembered it was past midnight on the 1st day of the month, and then I reverted to my old boomer habit of saying "rabbit rabbit rabbit" even thought I'd resolved to say "cracky cracky cracky" instead going forward.

I immediately realized my mistake and said "cracky cracky cracky" a moment later but I fea the damage is already done.

I went back to sleep and when I woke up for real at 5AM I said "cracky cracky cracky" again ... perhaps that's what really counts, I was always unclear about if post-midnight temporary wakeups counted or not, or only when you woke up for real.

Anyway at 7AM I was vomiting intensely. Perhaps I cursed myself?

Can this month be salvaged? Can this year be salvaged? Can this life be salvaged?

Perhaps the 7AM vomiting was merely catharsis for my transgression, maybe I don't need to do anything further to atone. Maybe.

Maybe the worst is yet to come.

2020 DAY 62

Maybe this month can be salvaged.

Had a Cracky dream, sort of. I was interviewed for a newspaper about events earlier in the dream, tried to get the name "Cracky-chan" printed in the newspaper for the lulz, but they misprinted it as "crackhair".

WHAT COULD IT MEAN?

2020 DAY 63

Maybe the new plague that's upon us is Cracky punishing us for our sins.

Take a moment to evaluate yourself. Have you transgressed against Cracky?

>>1876 what does she consider a transgression?

2020 DAY 64

>>1877

That's a great question but not one I have a definitive answer to. I definitely don't speak for Cracky and I'm not going to lie and say I do. To a large extent we've been left alone to figure things out for ourselves with only our own conscience to guide us. But I must refer back to my earlier statement that most of the time, we know the right thing to do. Additional navel gazing isn't likely to help until we've mastered doing what we already know is right.

Anyway, fuck what I said yesterday, because I had another idea.

What if the virus isn't Cracky punishing US... what if the virus is Cracky wiping out everyone except us? What if we're immune? What if we're the ones who are ultimately going to survive?

Need to think about this further...

2020 DAY 65

Had a dream about Camel of all people.

In the dream, I was trying to find Camel and deliver something to her but she had become a flight attendant for Air Canada for some reason and was seldom in one place for long.

I couldn't get into Canada because of new Coronavirus security procedures (dream was set a few weeks in the future), but a small number of international flights were still running. I tracked her flight schedules and was able to reach an airport in the United States just as one of her flights was landing. I knew this was my only chance because this was the last day before all flights would be suspended.

With limited time until the plane took off again, I snuck past security and went to the gate. I spoke to the gate agent. "I'm looking for L____ G________, I know she's working this flight."

After arguing with the gate agent a bit, he said "would you like me to ask her to come out of the plane?"

"No, I don't want to see her, but you need to give her this. It's very important that she have it." And I pulled a completely normal pineapple out of my backpack and set it on the counter. "See that she gets it or we're all fucked."

The gate agent was confused but I just spat on the floor and walked away. Out of the airport and into the sunset.

Pic related, it's what presumably happened after but I couldn't see that part because I wasn't there for it.

I wonder what it means?

2020 DAY 66

What if dreams are actually random & completely meaningless?

Wouldn't that be some shit?

2020 DAY 67

sir your boot and my neck

>>1880
Where can I buy one of these nowadays? There was an old listing on ebay but it's gone it seems.

2020 DAY 68

>>1882

I don't know, check with Leaf maybe, I think it's hers in the photo.

2020 DAY 69?

I'm a terrible person. I didn't sleep and now it's tomorrow but since I didn't sleep it's kind of still yesterday but next time I wake up it will no longer be today/tomorrow, it will be tomorrow/day-after-tomorrow... so basically Monday doesn't exist, just an extremely long Sunday, and when I sleep at the end of the long Sunday, and when I wake up, it will be Tuesday -- but what happened to Monday? I'm in it but I"m not in it. It's happened but it's not happening. It never happened but it keeps happening. So how do I number the days? Is this still day 68 (Sunday) or is this day 69 (Monday)? If Monday doesn't happen, does that mean that everything jumps ahead from day 68 to day 70... or does Tuesday (which is supposed to be day 70) become day 69 instead? Meaning day 68 is Sunday and day 70 is Tuesday?

Ironic that this happens shortly after leap day ... gain a day then lose one. DO NOT MESS WITH TIME. This is the kind of shit that happens. And it was daylight savings day as well. So that's a whole thing.

FUCK

>>1884 have a nap

2020 DAY 70?

I'm okay now.

I haven't made a final decision regarding whether Monday actually existed or not, or if this is day 69 or 70.

2020 DAY 71

this is cracky on your brain

2020 DAY 72

I found this graffiti.

Thank you, Mr. or Ms. wholesome graffiti person.

2020 DAY 73

Today is Friday the 13th.

>>1782
Who drew this?

>>1890

I don't recall.

2020 DAY 74

It's getting scary out there...

2020 DAY 75

Low on supplies. About to venture out to scavenge. If I don't make it back, tell Cracky I tried as hard as I could until the end. And I'm sorry.

2020 DAY 47

I made it back.

Thought of the day: Cracky might be fictional but she is a useful fiction.

>>1894

47? I meant 76, I think.

>>1894

Moar for the love of god.

2020 DAY 77

Throat is a bit sore. This might be the end for me.

2020 DAY 78

Throat is no longer sore. I think Cracky wants me alive for some reason... I think I have unfinished work to do, although I don't know what.

2020 DAY 79

Thinking about the supposed crisis / opportunity duality. Still have yet to 'go even further beyond' as I've previously expressed a desire to do. But perhaps I can leverage the current state of the world somehow. Need to think about this more. Not spending nearly enough time thinking / meditating. Failing. Need to do better.

2020 DAY 80

broke: Boxxy

woke: Cracky-chan

bespoke: Lofi-hip-hop-beats-to-relax-slash-study-to-chan

2020 DAY 81

Today I failed to accomplish anything of note.

2020 DAY 82

I wonder if Olivia is observing quarantine.

2020 DAY 83

I want something to happen.

Why is everybody so quiet?

I kind of miss all the drama of years past.

I wonder if it's possible to pay someone to drama with you. Like a dramastitute. Which is apparently a real word I didn't just make up? I Googled it and it's already in Urban Dictionary.

>A person that is paid with gifts and money to bring drama and excitement into someone's life because they are boring and have the personality of a water heater.

ouch

>>1904 a whore is a whore no matter if the payment is money, attention, or anything else

2020 DAY 84

We should build a robot Cracky.

2020 DAY 85

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=upLNuwE2uKs

pretty good

>>1907 https://invidio.us/watch?v=upLNuwE2uKs

2020 DAY 86

Does Cracky breathe?

>>1909 cracky the woman, probably not. it's very likely she has died from some std or something quite a while ago. cracky the girl will always be with us and breathing.

2020 DAY 87

71 galaxies guiltied to a cathartic rocket society

impeach Cracky

2020 DAY 88

I keep making mistakes.

>>1913 you and everyone else

2020 DAY 89

If Cracky is true, then why do I keep making mistakes?

2020 DAY 90

Random thought: is Cracky proof that we live in a society or proof that we do NOT live in a society?

2020 DAY 91

this made me think of Olivia for SOME REASON.

2020 DAY 92

This has gone on long enough. It's time to come clean and end this charade.

The truth is.... I AM CRACKY.

Proof and full confession here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPYZpwSpKmA

>>1920 https://invidio.us/watch?v=yPYZpwSpKmA

2020 DAY 92 ADDENDUM

It is now time to reveal that my previous post (>>1920) was in fact a ruse.

I am NOT Cracky. What I said was a lie, and the reason that I tricked you was because today is the first day of April, also known as April Fools Day. Hence you became the unwitting victim of my deception.

You have been fooled. I hope that this did not cause you TOO much distress.

2020 DAY 93

Koan keef microsporocyte's guff, matchbox

Post a selfie of your feet op

2020 DAY 94

I feel a bit guilty about my April Fools prank. I hope people weren't rused more than they could handle. But I like to think we're tough people. We've been through a lot. We can survive anything. Right?

>>1925

Why? For what purpose? That sounds suspiciously like degeneracy.

2020 DAY 94

knockoff betake microcosmography tuxes

2020 DAY 95

I went up there to complain about the rule

2020 DAY 96

Re-evaluating -- I think I'm doing both well and good overall, but I'm kind of disappointed with how I'm doing specifically in terms of this thread. I feel I've put out some good stuff but also some not-so-good stuff. I was hoping to have advanced philosophical / ethical / etc insights and breakthroughs to drop on this unsuspecting world every single day. Perhaps that was too ambitious. Or I'm not working hard enough at it? I want this document to be of use to humanity in the future. But the question is, how.

If you're reading this in the future, hello. Am I still alive? What is the world like?

Blah blah journey of a thousand miles I guess. Need to keep plugging away at it. But work smarter, not harder? Or work both smarter and harder?

2020 DAY 97

hey
kid
I'm a computer

2020 DAY 98

these bears are probably dead by now

Do you guys share any actual interests with Cracky?

2020 DAY 99

>>1934

I like umbrellas.

I wonder, does grown up Cracky share interests with teenage Cracky?

2020 DAY 100

>>1936

It is a mystery.

But she better still like umbrellas or I'm gonna be mad.

I forgot to sleep.

2020 DAY 101

these bats are probably dead by now

2020 DAY 102

this cichlid is probably dead by now

2020 DAY 103

these lizar are probably dead by now

2020 DAY 104

this Moby is probably dead by now

2020 DAY 105

I'm not sure exactly what this is but it's probably dead by now

Hi I what you do and I love Olivia so you know.
Keep up the good work.

2020 DAY 106

This cat is probably dead by now.

2020 DAY 107

This child is absolutely dead by now.

2020 DAY 108

Why don't we have our own "pill" and our own "-oomer" classification?

There's redpill, bluepill, blackpill, pinkpill, etc etc etc, there's boomers and doomers and zoomers and coomers and hundreds of others.

Where do we fit in?

Pills don't necessarily have to be colors so I guess we're crackpilled.

I can't think of a suitable -oomer category, though. Olivioomer? No, that's terrible.

2020 DAY 109

From now on, the word "good" must be replaced with "based and crackpilled".

2020 DAY 110

I had a thought a few days ago. The thought ("death is a social construct") is probably useless. But the thought got me thinking. I Googled the thought to see if anyone else had thought the thought before, and it turned out that many people had. Interdasting.

And that got me thinking: pre-internet, if you had a thought, it was really hard to know if you were the first person to have that thought or if it was actually a super common thought. You could publish a book or something and maybe someone would eventually contact you and say "hey I had that thought as well" but that's lame. Now it's slightly easier, because maybe you can find instances of your thought indexed online. Of course only a tiny fraction of human thought & human discourse is indexed online. But regardless it got me thinking.

There's so much 'social networking' based on common interests, but perhaps there would be greater value / utility in linking up people who have independently had the same thought/idea.

Imagine a website / social network / app different than anything out there because people can only link up with each other through one specific mechanism. When someone has a thought/idea, they type it in and this service's database is searched to determine if anyone else has ever entered that thought/idea before, using some kind of fuzzing / advanced pattern matching because different people could word the thought in completely different ways.

If you're truly the first person to enter your thought/idea into the database (which would be more common early on), then you eventually get notified if there's a match in the future.

If others have in fact had your thought/idea before, then you get linked up with them in a group. All communication via this social network is to these thought-groups that you're a member of, either to an entire group or private messaging to someone in one of your groups. Nothing is public. No invitations. No manually linking up with someone specific. Everyone you link up with is likely to be a stranger but with similar thought patterns to you. No communication with anyone you haven't established a link with but having a mutual thought/idea.

You can of course be in more than one of these thought-groups -- the idea is that you enter as many thoughts / ideas / opinions as possible, some of which will never match you with anybody (congratulations on your unique thought!) but some will.

So you can communicate with your different thought-groups independently or blast something out to all your groups. But no communication between any two people who haven't been dynamically matched by having the same thought / idea / opinion.

It's possible (and desirable) that you might get matched with the same person multiple times by having more than one thought in common. So you end up in more than one thought-group with them. This "thoughtmate" status would signify people you might have a lot in common with.

Need some kind of enforcement mechanism to encourage people to enter only thoughts they genuinely arrive at on their own. Entering a thought you found online = fucking banned. But how to enforce.

What to call all this?

Possible this social network could function as a dating app as well?

Just a silly idea... but maybe an idea someone somewhere else has already had. And if it existed, I could find them.

Pic related?!

>>1951
i like it

>>1948

Why can't boomers turn into coomers?

>>1951

People usually do not like to cooperate on exactly the same idea. This would create a network of people who would hate each other for stealing their mutual thoughts.

2020 DAY 111

I feel like I need to check through my old notes. I think a day of some minor significance may be approaching although I don't recall with any certainty. If anyone knows what I mean -- is it tomorrow? The day after? The information exists in my archives although delving into them is seldom pleasant.

2020 DAY 112

I was insulted by a captcha.

2020 DAY 113

According to my fading memories and a quick trip into the ancient archives, I think that today is Camel's birthday. Or it was yesterday. Definitely one of the two. I'm unwilling to go deeper into my files to confirm.

So that's what today is, I think. Camel's birthday. I merely state this as a fact. This is not a celebratory post or any sort of "happy birthday" message. This is nothing more and nothing less than an acknowledgement that yes, I am aware of what today is. And if you were not aware, now you are. Don't lead yourself astray, dear reader, by trying to view this post through the lens of your own personal bias. It is only what it is, nothing more and nothing less.

Does this day have any significance for you, dear reader? If it does, why not take a moment to reflect? Reflect silently, that is.

Idle thought - we should maintain a 'birthday list' for the 'community'. Something to do in the future, I suppose.

>>1955

Because erectile dysfunction, probably. I didn't make the chart.

2020 DAY 114

Thoughts on this? Was the past decade or so a mistake?

>>1962 time goes on. history repeats. if you actually knew what went on 100 years ago, you'd know that nothing has changed. technology and culture has changed, but humans have not.

2020 DAY 115

Weird dreams tonight. I dreamed that there was a Stonetoss anime announced. Like a legit full-blown anime, from Japan. What could it mean?

>>1961

Ok, so someone had a birthday. Was she busy changing diapers?

>>1965

2020 DAY 116

I most assuredly have no idea. I can't be expected to keep track of the whereabouts and goings-on of people from the distant past. I feel that remembering and mentioning the birthday is sufficient accomplishment. Observe that nobody else even mentioned it. Draw your own conclusions.

2020 DAY 117

Is Cracky the living incarnation of the Streisand Effect? Or rather, (is Cracky as we know her) a creation of the Streisand Effect?

Sometimes I imagine an alternate timeline where Olivia tried to embrace fame by going full attention whore. But with no mystique, nobody cared, at least not for long. I say Olivia and not Cracky because Cracky doesn't truly exist in that timeline. In our universe, Cracky is a projection of our collective madness. Cracky is our Stand, basically. But in this other universe, there is only Olivia, and because she aspires to celebrity, she does not achieve it. As social medias rise and fall, she hops from platform to platform striving for her big break but never obtaining it.

In the parallel universe, Cracky at age 30 is an unsuccessful Twitch streamer. (Twitch does exist in that universe but the logo is completely different and it isn't owned by Amazon. In fact Amazon no longer exists in that universe.) She streams every night but no one watches except a few IRL friends. OnlyFans doesn't exist in that universe, but she tries some similar services and nobody subscribes to her. But despite her lack of fame, she's generally happy.

Other things are different in the parallel universe. Obama died of natural causes in late 2015, so Biden became president. Trump didn't run in 2016 so the election was Biden vs Jeb, resulting in a narrow Biden victory. Because Biden served less than two years of Obama's term, he's eligible for two full terms, so the 2020 election is probably going to be Biden vs Marco Rubio. I don't know who's going to win. I can't imagine that universe beyond the present date.

COVID-19 isn't happening in that universe. But there was a bad influenza pandemic in 2015. That's what got Obama. It killed Olivia's mom, too. And Michael Jackson. Yes, in that universe, Michael Jackson didn't die in 2009. He got into rehab and got cleaned up and was planning a comeback tour. Then he died of the flu, along with Olivia's mom and Obama. The UK is still in the EU. 4chan no longer exists. The US is at war with Iran.

Many other things are different between their universe and ours but it can't be definitively said that they're better or worse off than us.

But over there, none of us even know each other. And that's kind of sad. Some of us are better off and some of us not. A few of us who are alive here are dead there.

But over there, our paths will never cross, dear reader. And I'll never know what I've lost.

2020 DAY 118

There's an art to knowing when;
Never try to guess.
Toast until it smokes & then
20 seconds less.

~Piet Hein

REALLY SAYS A LOT ABOUT OUR SOCIETY DOESN'T IT

2020 DAY 119

This musician is probably dead by now.

>>1969 i believe he lives in all of us

who are you, anon? come chat with me

>>1970

To once again quote a very wise man, "it doesn't matter who we are, what matters is our plan." But to quote that great man's rival (arguably a great man in his own right), "was getting caught part of your plan?" I think about this question a lot, and I don't know the answer, because I am not great.

As I've said before, one of my goals with this thread is to try to tap into universal human experiences rather than making it all about myself. Thus I try to depersonalize and abstract myself to the greatest extent possible. I hope to become a conduit for something greater than my own battered ego. I feel my efforts thusfar have been disappointing but my time horizon is long and my resolve is growing.

I've probably been careless enough to out myself a dozen times over, IF the community were what it once was. But with the passage of time, the fiery passion of our youth seems to have faded, and thus I find myself in a situation of security through obscurity, or perhaps security through apathy. It doesn't matter who I am because nobody knows or cares anymore. I hope to play a part in rekindling the aforementioned fire, but I don't know how. I can only hope to survive until the day when the fire inevitably rises. This thread is one meager attempt.

Maybe this thread will never accomplish anything of substance. But there will be other attempts, other opportunities, in due time. I just need to be there when opportunity knocks. Location, location, location. This is one of several locations.

Suffice to say, I was once one of many minor cogs in the machine when it still hummed with life, and I'm proud of the small parts I was allowed to play in our shared history. Now I'm struggling to understand the condition the overall device is in, and where I can fit into it and what I can do to fix it and if it even needs to be fixed. Hubris? Probably. Don't care LOL.

Sometimes I wish my words here would resonate enough with someone's memory to spark recognition -- other times I'm happy to be forgotten and grateful for this blank slate. Sometimes I think that I should make a concerted effort not to try to force myself into relevance, rather focusing on subsuming my identity into the greater whole that surrounds us all. But other times I yearn for the pointless identity games and senseless espionage of yesteryear. I struggle with urges to be a drama llama, because drama is the most powerful and insidious drug of all, and they say that an addict is always an addict, with "recovering" being the best state that can be hoped for. In short, I don't know what I actually want. Do any of us?

What would you like to chat about? I hunger for interaction. I don't know who you are, but I love you. (If applicable, "no homo".)

In retrospect, this entire message (including this paragraph I haven't finished writing yet) is pretentious bullshit and the main reason I'm even submitting is so that I can be rightfully mocked. Scourge me with your words. I deserve it. Pain can bring clarity and purpose. Maybe I'll do better in the future. Probably not.

Long live Cracky, and long live the victims/survivors of Cracky.

>>1971 i am not part of any community since the "community" of chansluts is long dead.
the first mistake that christians make is assuming that their church is somehow mandated by God or his Son. the opposite is true, where his Son's words said that there is no need for a church because He will hear any man's words no matter where he is in the world. the church is tradition and community. it's good for people and society to have traditions and a community but it's not necessary to know Him.
anyway, the point is that the community formed around Cracky didn't interest me, just the media Cracky created. therefore, if you want more, you should make more for yourself.

2020 DAY 120

>>1972

That is certainly some food for thought.

I think that "we live in a society" is true for all of us whether we want it to be or not. You can try to not live in a society, but the experience of trying to not live a society is a subset of the experience of living in a society. The serpent eats its own tail, you know what I mean? The serpent is society. We live in a serpent. The exception proves the rule. The proof is in the pudding. Cognito, ergo sum. Checkmate. Boom goes the dynamite.

Thinking about it further, we live in many societies. Cracky is a society, in a way.

My poops have been somewhat painful for a while now. I wonder what's up with that.

2020 DAY 121

Today is the first day of May.

As I've previously mentioned, my grandmother had a tradition/superstition that a person should always say "rabbit rabbit rabbit" immediately upon waking up on the first day of the month. And this year, I decided to say "Cracky Cracky Cracky" instead.

Well.... here's what happened during the night. At some point I woke up, but I don't know if it was before or after midnight. And by reflex and habit, I said "rabbit rabbit rabbit" instead of "Cracky Cracky Cracky". But it might not have been midnight yet, in which case it wouldn't matter. So I intentionally didn't look at the clock, and went back to sleep. Then when I woke up in the actual morning, I said "Cracky Cracky Cracky" again.

So... if the incident happened after midnight, I fucked up, but if it happened before midnight, it doesn't matter. And I'll never know which.

2020 DAY 122

I think a lot about human evil.

For more than a decade, I thought that Tumblr was the epicenter of human evil, and that 90+% of societal problems could be traced back to Tumblr somehow.

Tumblr is definitely responsible for much of the misery in the world, but lately I've started thinking that Twitter is the greater problem.

So maybe Twitter was the epicenter of human evil all along, and Tumblr was just an offshoot? Or did all the worst people migrate from Tumblr to Twitter in recent years?

I'm fairly certain that if everyone with a Twitter account died tomorrow, we'd be much better off.

What do you think, dear reader? What is the epicenter of human evil? Don't say Cracky -- if she's an evil at all (debatable), she's more of a cosmic evil outside of humanity. I'm not asking about supernatural evil, what I'm thinking about is regular down-to-earth everyday evil, and Cracky is absolutely not that. If anything, Cracky is orthogonal to any human concept of morality.

If only one were possible, which would be a greater service to humanity: eliminating all Tumblr people or eliminating all Twitter people? My views on the subject have changed, and may change again.

What if there's a greater source of evil out there that everything else flows from? Communism maybe? The worst Tumblr / Twitter people all seem to be commies. But which came first, the chicken or the egg? Communism does need to be eradicated, but is it the prime evil, or is there a greater evil from which it comes?

It's turtles all the way down, maybe. Perhaps it's simplistic to think there's a single cause which spreads its roots and corrupts everything else. Gross oversimplification probably. But I think these questions need to be asked in order to work towards the truth.

2020 DAY 124

I fucked up. Early in April, I messed up the day counter and everything has been wrong since then. Yesterday was actually day 123, not day 122. Hence, today is day 124. No days were missed but the counter was wrong. I'm so sorry.

And you didn't even say anything about it, dear reader. Were you silently mocking me for a month?

I wish, that I could turn back time
Cos now the guilt is all mine
Can't live without the trust from those you love
I know, we can't forget the past
You can't forget love and pride
Because of that it's killing me inside

2020 DAY 125

May is going poorly.

2020 DAY 126

I wonder if the moderator(s) that allegedly exist(s) read(s) any of this or just blindly approves everything.

What if I said something blatantly illegal?

What is illegal to say, though? Depends on jurisdiction. Is anything universally illegal? Credible death threats? Not really my style, even as an experiment. Need to think about this further.

>>1987 words aren't illegal. cp is illegal. and spam is annoying.
the system was implemented in order to stop cp spammers from posting cp and then reporting their own posts to the web host.
since implementing this system, spam essentially disappeared after a few months. there had been maybe 5 spam posts in the last few years. maybe one cp post. users never saw any of it.
it has likely limited the growth of the sites quite a bit, but it's better than the site being offline completely.
it would be nice if there were more mods, especially in other time zones.
your posts are pretty much the only ones i actually read.

2020 DAY 127

>>1988

My heart is melting.

Are we friends now?

>>1990 no but maybe we could be

2020 DAY 128

>>1991

There's an old saying that goes "uh, you don't get to bring friends" but sometimes conventional 'wisdom' doesn't serve us well in this new turbulent era. And I do believe that there's a certain power to friendship, and that connections should be forged whenever possible.

So my proposal is that we should be friends.

How would you suggest proceeding? I am at your service.

2020 DAY 129

Does anybody have any weird headcanons they'd like to share?

I have one. I headcanon Camel as a TERF because they're the only kind of feminist I can almost respect. I hesitate to call them "based"; they still suck because they're feminists, but compared to all the other 'factions' then yeah from a certain point of view they are almost slightly based. But only by contrast. At least they stand up for themselves and didn't let their movement get completely hijacked.

Like any good headcanon, I have no evidence for this. I think perhaps I'm trying to rehabilitate her in my mind, trying to mitigate her fall to the dark side by telling myself she's not all the way gone beyond the point of redemption. Wishful thinking, you know? But what's wrong with wishful thinking?

There's still the communism issue and there's not really a "bright side" there, since there's not really a "less bad" faction of commies, except maybe for nazbols. Could Camel be a nazbol? A nazbol TERF? Can nazbols even be TERFs? According to some quick Googling, yes, apparently nazbol TERFs do exist. But can an Azeri even be a nazbol? I wish I knew more about world politics. I'll have to do more research on this.

I'm half tempted to try writing fanfic about all this. Any ideas? Maybe a story about TERF!Camel trying to hunt down and kill trans!Cracky? trans!Cracky would be named Oliver or Liam, I guess. And Putin probably needs to be involved somehow. Need to research / brainstorm this further.

These are completely normal things to think about.

2020 DAY 130

May is going slightly better now.

2020 DAY 131

Today is Mother's Day in certain parts of the world.

Please kindly do the needful.

>>2008
this is so fake.

>>2009

all drawings are fake

were you under the impression that some or all drawings are real?

if drawings were real they would be photographs

is all art intrinsically fake?

if all art is intrinsically fake, and photographs are not fake, then photographs are not art.

but perhaps photographs are fake too

or only some photographs are fake

perhaps photographs that are not fake are not art, while photographs that are fake are sometimes art and sometimes not art

or perhaps not all art is fake?

Cracky photos seem to be at least partially art, and also seem to be at least partially fake.

Perhaps a Cracky photo is:

30% real and thus not art
50% not real and yes art
20% not real and not art

So that's 30% real / 70% not real
and 50% art / 50% not art

numbers might be wrong

Agree? Disagree?

>>2010
I was referring to the subject matter not what art or drawings are.
Nazi's and the confederacy didn't fight each other.

>>2011 did you purposely ignore the pregnant anne frank?

>>2011

I don't fully understand the provenance of the image, but from what I've gathered it's fanart of an elaborate "alternate history" fic where the depicted events presumably do make sense in the context of that particular fictional universe. As I haven't read the source material, I can't properly judge it from that perspective.

But I think an image's purpose is not necessarily to say "here's a completely plausible event, bask in its abject plausibility", but rather to make one think. It made me think. It clearly made you think as well, even if those thoughts were negative. Are you worse off for having been made to think? Probably not.

To plagiarize a quote: "just lol if you don't open your transcendent mind and trace fiery paths of ontological discourse about this killer fruit anon"

But in this case, the fruit is a metaphor for a pregnant Anne Frank. Why is she pregnant? In a literal sense I think because the fic author has a fetish, but on a more subtle level: I have no idea, and that's okay.

BUT if that's not stimulating your think-pan in a satisfying way, here is an substitute image that might or might not work better for you. I must confess I'm even more in the dark about the meaning of this one, but maybe you can shed some light on it, dear reader!

Thank you for engaging with me. I hope I haven't hurt your feelings. I consider our interactions to be meaningful and I value you as a person.

>>2012
Who?

>>2014 a dead little jew girl who "wrote a diary" and her uncle made a killing publishing it

>>2013
poopdick

2020 DAY 132

Perhaps the previously-presented artworks didn't hit the right resonance for this community.

Maybe we should change tack and examine something a little more... different?

How about this? What does it make you think? What does it make you feel? What can you infer about the creator?

>>2017 is better than >>2013, to tell you the truth

>>2018

Can you elaborate further on why you feel this way?

>>2019 an otherwise perfectly nice image ruined by a retarded blowing bubbles using her ass theme. oooh so edgy. a few mentally ill people will look at it and think something positive about it. the shitty drawing is funny, at least

>>2017
I like them both

2020 DAY 133

Another by the same artist. I'm really not sure what this one is trying to say. But it really makes you think, doesn't it? What does it make YOU think about, dear reader?

>>2022
Looks like a children's drawing. Spongebob SquarePants or something? The artist uses the colors green and red. Green and red represent what emotions they are feeling?
There's a bunch of scribbles like they were frustrated. I think the original artist has anger problems.

2020 DAY 134

Good insights. Here's one more, same artist as the previous two, but a bit less surreal perhaps? Bit of a Cracky vibe with the blue-hair girl maybe? Intentional or coincidence?

>>2024 that's a cracky

Did Cracky ever have blue hair? Green certainly and many other colou?rs but I don't recall blue. Is this blue hair? Or is it just blue lighting?

And the toilet / 7 days pics she had some blue just in the front but I'm not sure that counts.

I guess this is blue? Albeit really dark.

>>2026
That's cracky? I thought that was an Asian.

2020 DAY 135

I missed a great opportunity to say "you gotta have blue hair" on one of the previous posts, while the topic of blue hair was under discussion. Remember that cool meme from the past?

And then I could have gone off on a rant about meme history along the lines of the unironically good "remember longcat, Jane?" manifesto, which I could never possibly compete with so it's probably good that I didn't try.

Anyway I guess this is an art analysis thread now? This one's a puzzler. What's the significance of the artist's finger being included? It does give the picture more of a sense of life, does it not? Without the finger, it would feel really sterile and alien (perhaps intentionally), but the way it's presented, it makes me think about warm blood flowing through the finger, heating up the paper, and that has a whole different vibe.

Is "applemilk" some kind of reference to the infamous applemilk1988? Emiry? Do you ever think about her? Do you think she still has followers? Did you ever watch that gravure idol video she did in 2008? That was kinda hot, wasn't it? It's okay to admit that you were aroused by something in 2008. "Remember Emiry, Jane?"

Why is the spoon so small?

"Remember 'my spoon is too big', Jane?"

Why is my mind caught in endless circuits through the past... old memes, old whores, everything old.

"Why are we still here? Just to suffer?"

Anyway, what's on your mind, dear reader? Are you trapped in a pit of nostalgia?

>>2031
>>2031
"why is my mind caught in endless circuits through the past..."
This is an interesting statement. Why does your mind recollect old things... DEAD things..
Maybe you're surrounded by death. You see it around you.

2020 DAY 136

>>2032

Interdasting... interdasting...

is Cracky death? or at least aligned with death?

This was in the nekofox photobucket. What did Cracky mean by this?

It's a conundrum. I'm anti-death, at least for me (I think other people should be free to die or not die based on their preferences), but Cracky has always seemed to be pro-death (or at least death-adjacent), but I'm pro-Cracky, so .... I don't know?

Also... hmm, would anchoring on the past really be an alignment with death? The past is the past while for death (from the perspective of a living thing) is in the future... the past and old things could be thought of to represent stasis while death is a radical breaking of statsis...

Maybe none of it means anything at all.

Good morning.

>>2033
Wow you sure know a lot about cracky. That's cool I guess. I'm interested in your stories. I don't have any experiences myself.
A nekofox photobucket? I'm not really sure what that is.
Is cracky die? Are you die? Am I die?

The nekofox photobucket is common knowledge, or at least it was. I suppose the crackyverse datumplane is now fragmented to the point where newcomers can't really orient themselves... sad times. I'm sure there are copies still floating around online somewhere as well as in people's private collections. Leaf runs a lot of the photos from it on her Tumblr periodically so a trip through those archives would probably suit you well.

This forum isn't really the best way to communicate, especially in a thread where I'm trying not to out myself too egregiously. I would encourage you to reach out to people via other communication mediums and build a network of contacts, friends, and allies. Historically (in my opinion) the real heartbeat of the cracky hivemind has been the one-on-one communication between people rather than the activity in public forums.

Get a few friends, a few enemies, and love them all.

2020 DAY 137

These children are probably dead by now.

2020 DAY 138

Speaking of dead children... do you think Cracky has ever had an abortion? How many?

>>2039
Haha. I don't think Cracky has had a single abortion. I doubt she's even had many sexual encounters. She probably hardly ever masturbates either.

2020 DAY 139

fuck

2020 DAY 140

"Nothing prepares you"

I see that the moderation queue is gone.

I wonder if mod-kun will still read my messages.

I feel like we had a connection.

2020 DAY 141

So I never replied to >>2040 because of reasons. But I would be remiss not to reply eventually.

>I doubt she's even had many sexual encounters. She probably hardly ever masturbates either.

Ah yes. The morbid creepy teenager who regularly smears filth on her face is probably a paragon of innocence and virtue. A downright saintly master of the virtue of chastity. Seems completely legit.

I know she's technically not a "teenager" anymore by virtue of having entered her 4th decade of life. But in a metaphorical sense, Cracky is eternal, yes? No?

Anyway. Lots of things on my mind. Having some thoughts. Feeling some feelings. It's complicated. Existence is ambiguous, you know? What's the point of even saying all these words? Do they communicate anything? CAN they communicate anything? What would be the consequences if humanity collectively agreed to abandon language? Collapse of civilization? Is that good or bad?

Weren't there experiments done of not teaching children a language and letting them develop their own from scratch? Maybe that could be a way to reboot humanity, abandon thousands of years of cultural baggage.

Although I think eventually the children of the new world would manage to decipher some of the extinct languages, if we left books & such lying around waiting to be rediscovered. And then they'd be contaminated with our sins once again.

Maybe once we're colonizing other planets -- we could dump some children on one and let them figure everything out for themselves, no way for them to get off the planet, at least not until their descendants reach a suitable level of technological advancement. No books on the new planet, nothing written, no audio recordings, literally nothing they could use to relink themselves with their origins. Blank slate. Fresh start.

Robots for the first generation of children so that they don't die, but as soon as they're able to feed themselves, the robots self-destruct.

Probably a bad idea. Unfeasible. Unethical. Impractical. Illegal. "wow I kinda don't care"

Just something to think about.

2020 DAY 142

Posting a bit early. Deal with it, nerds.

Think about the "cracky community" or "crackyverse" or whatever you want to call it.

I said think about it. Do it. Are you thinking about it?

Now think about all the people that are (or will be, or have been) involved to a nontrivial degree. Let's just say 100 people as a rough estimate. The exact number doesn't matter.

100 people means 9900 two-person combinations. 9900 relationships. IT'S OVER NINE THOUSAND. Nine thousand nine hundred relationships. I know what you're thinking -- not everybody has a relationship with everybody else. WRONG. Many of the relationships are subtle but they still exist. Lack of knowledge about someone or lack of interaction with someone are still attributes that can characterize a relationship.

Can you even comprehend the idea of 9900 relationships? Let's say you're the most connected, highest status, most elite elder god of the crackyverse. (Who this person is is immaterial.) Let's say that you've cultivated strong relationships with 50 of the 100 people! Good job! 50 strong relationships.... 49 insubstantial relationships... plus your relationship with yourself which I suppose is its own can of works. Wow! 100 relationships!

100 out of 9900. There's another 9800 relationships that you're not a participant in. Maybe you have some familiarity with SOME of those other relationships. But not all of them! You're friends with A and B. A and B are friends with each other. You have some visibility into the A-B relationship. But you'll never have the connection to that relationship that A and B do.

Here's what I'm trying to say.

This is exponentially larger than any one of us. Or any two of us.

But at the same time, you are a unique and irreplaceable part of the tapestry no matter how small you may feel. And you are the absolute and undisputed master of your domain.

The real catharsis is the friends we made along the way....

I gotta say more. That wasn't enough.

Pay attention. This will ALL be on the test.

If there are people you care about tell them you care.

If there are people that are important to you, tell them they're important.

Fuck the drama. Fuck the haters. Here's the doublethink that I think can save us: PRETEND WE'RE NORMAL FUCKING PEOPLE EVEN THOUGH WE'RE VERY CLEARLY NOT

And I don't mean "normal" like "normie", I mean like.... I don't even know how to say it. Can we just ACT normal just in the sense of how we interact with each other. I'm not saying to give up what makes us special, what makes us better than the rest of the world.

I'm not saying treat outsiders with kindness and respect, but could we at least treat each other (and ourselves) with kindness and respect?

We're so nasty with each other for NO FUCKING REASON other than that we think it's what we're supposed to do.

It doesn't have to be that way. It can be whatever way we want it to be.

So go out there and drink some fucking blood. The blood is a metaphor for friendship.

Get off your FUCKING ASS you STUPID PIECE OF SHIT and DO THE RIGHT THING. And by "you" I mean "me". Nobody is reading this. This is a letter to myself. I letter I will disregard.

That fucking Cracky pic at the top of the page is fucking judging me right now.... it (and I very intentionally say IT not SHE) is staring into my damn soul. Eyes are following me no matter where I move.

Listen. Listen. This system is a great system but it's not a good system. We can make it a good system. All we have to do to make it a good system is MAKE IT A GOOD SYSTEM.

If you (yes YOU), right this moment, are not actively working to make the system good then what are you even doing?

This kind of went in a direction I didn't intend it to go but maybe it needed to be said.

THE TEN NEW COMMANDMENTS:

1. Be kind
2. Communicate
3. Imagine what a normal fucking person would do. Imagine you doing that thing. Imagine the results. Do you like the results? If you like the results, DO THE THING. If you don't like the results, DON'T DO THE THING.
4. The goal is not to be normie, the goal is to transcend using all available weapons. If you refuse to pick up a weapon and use it then you're a coward.
5. Respect each other
6. When you know the right thing to do, do the right thing
7. Talk to people
8. adblock that fucking cracky pic that won't stop staring at you
9. Take care of yourself
10. Take care of each other

I was going to do a "bottom text" joke for number 10 but fuck it, this is a SERIOUS THREAD and this is a SERIOUS POST.

Nobody is reading this. Absolutely nobody is reading this. Nobody will ever read this. I'll never even read this again. I'm telling myself what I need to do but I won't even take my own advice. Sanctimonious horseshit.

In the morning I won't remember what I wrote. The lesson will NOT be learned. How to force myself to integrate some of this bullshit? Don't know. Can't know?

--
'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off
Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break
And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off
--

That was Taylor Swift. Tolerable song. Reasonably sexy video. Check it out if you're horny as a subset of that if you are horny for girls.

Also fuck you if you're horny. Stop being horny. I don't know how. Try getting older. It seems to help.

An aside.... I think the "porn good" / "porn bad" argument is a smokescreen. I think there's a third way. "porn does not exist"

Obviously the absolute worst option is being a degenerate cumbrain.

Slightly better is saying "I won't look at the porn because it will make me aroused."

BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE.

Imagine a true transcendent mind. To a transcendent mind, porn does not exist. The transcendent mind CANNOT become aroused.

The transcendent mind sees what you consider "porn", and it sees no porn. It's simply data.

To the transcendent mind, "looking at porn" and "not looking at porn" is the same thing because there is no difference between "porn" and "not porn".

It's an illusory distinction created in the mind of a filthy coomer. Do you know what filthy coomer I'm talking about? I'm talking about you. And I'm talking about me. (There is no difference between "you" and "me" because the only one reading this is "me". Probably)

Do you want to live your life in squalor and filth, dear reader? Do you want to spend your "life" smashing your hand into your nasty genitals over and over until you literally die?

Listen. Listen to me. I think I'm saying some things here. Is the world different because I said these things? Is the universe different? Am I different?

THIS IS NOT HELPING. Ah, but it could be. How? You tell me, dear reader. This is a test. A test to see if you've been paying attention? Kind of.

ENLIGHTENMENT SHALL BE LEFT AS AN EXERCISE TO THE READER

Okay, listen.

That got a little bit out of hand.

But I'm not going to delete it. Maybe somebody will get something out of it someday. Maybe that somebody will be me.

I am "okay". There is no need for alarm.

I'm merely saying words. I'm not doing anything wrong. The words I say might not make sense to you. They might not make sense to me. But someday, some of this will make sense to somebody. Future me? Future you? Someone not yet born?

This thread will last a hundred years.

If the thread can't last a hundred years here, then it will continue somewhere else.

The thread is backed up. There are off-site backups. There are contingencies in place.

I'm just saying words. Don't like it? Don't read it. Nobody else is. Maybe this thread's not for you. Maybe it is.

I'm feeling slightly confused right now, but I'm sane and I'm healthy and I'm strong and I'm getting saner and healthier and stronger every day. You think this is bad, you should've seen me before!

Actually wait, no. You see this? This bullshit I'm writing? DON'T DO IT LIKE THIS. THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF HOW I THINK WE SHOULD COMMUNICATE WITH EACH OTHER.

Just... talk... normal.

Who do you think you're fooling? Nobody's impressed. You think people are proud that you can vomit words out of your mouth and shit words out of your ass? Or vomit words out of your ass and shit words out of your mouth?

A fucking computer could make more sense than I'm making right now. An AI could do my job better than I could ever do. Maybe it should.

I would love to be a fucking AI but I'm not there yet. So this is what you get, unless you have something else.

DON'T READ THIS THREAD (unless you want to). Read a book. Read a web serial. Have you read Worm? Worm is great. Go read Worm. Do not show your face here again until you've read Worm in its entirety. Eventually this thread is going to be longer than that. But considerably less valuable.

What if I'm wrong, though? What if this thread ends up being useful in some way? I don't know what the point is. I think the thread has had highs and lows. What's happening now? Fucking LOW.

--
To the window (to the window)
To the wall (to the wall)
'Til the sweat drop down my balls (my balls)
'Til all these bitches crawl (crawl)
'Til all skeet skeet mo'fuckas, all skeet skeet god damn! (mo'fuckas!)
Til all skeet skeet mo'fuckas, all skeet skeet god damn! (I got down)
--

That was Taylor Swift again. She's versatile.

Listen. I thought I was going to say good stuff tonight. I had really high hopes. And I think I might have said good stuff at some point. Maybe? Did I?

Was it all in vain, dear reader?

I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

(I do not copy & paste. I type, because I have integrity.)

Okay so this is getting out of hand.

I meant what I said about being good to each other.

I'll be watching. I'll be taking notes. I'll be observing when people are good to each other and when they aren't.

I know some of you out there are not being good to each other. So stop it. Get some help.

Am I holding up a spork right now? Oh god, I'm holding up a spork, aren't I? I-do-not-give-a-fuck. Call me a penguin.

"I am the walrus. I am the eggman."

(Ask your parents to explain that reference to you. Or grandparents.)

It's become clear that this dumpster fire cannot be salvaged tonight. Tomorrow is a new day.

My next post will be normal
My next post will be normal
My next post will be normal
My next post will be normal
My next post will be normal
My next post will be normal
My next post will be normal

Still not copy/pasting. I don't care if you don't believe me.

I am a very sane person. Sane people can write gibberish sometimes. It's literally not illegal. Maybe I'm incoherent right now because I "blazed a weed". You can't prove that I didn't.

I'm glad mod-kun doesn't have to read this anymore. Save yourself, mod-kun. You're too good for this world. You are a beautiful, innocent soul. I love you.

There's no longer a "cracky" at the center of this roiling mass of concepts and ideas. Where did cracky go? Was cracky ever there? Did cracky ever matter? Was any of this ever about cracky?

She was cute that was why she was called cracky-chan. She is still called cracky-chan (sometimes). Is she still cute? Determining if she is still cute will be left as an exercise to the reader.

-------------------

Everything above this line is an example of what NOT to do. Reductio ad absurdum... ad infinitum. For you see I was MERELY PRETENDING! Or was I? Determining if I was MERELY PRETENDING will be left as an exercise to the reader.

Tomorrow's post will be normal. Or will it? Determining whether tomorrow's post will be normal will be left as an exercise to the reader.

Deep breaths:

1. In
2. Out
3. In
4. Out
5. In
6. Out

You are now thinking about your breathing. Determining if this was all an elaborate "think about your breathing" setup will be left as an exercise to the reader.

Does the world exist because of cracky? Determining if the world exists because of cracky will be left as an exercise to the reader.

I am the reader. I am the eggman. (incomprehensible babbling)

The meaning of the incomprehensible babbling will be left as an exercise to the reader.

Mention code "pngunefvf" for a 10% discount on your first order.

Hit Submit
Hit Submit
you're making it worse
Hit Submit and go to sleep
you're digging yourself into a deeper and deeper hole

Life is a fucking hole why should this thread be different

Figuring out why this thread should be different will be left as an exercise to the reader.

Hit Submit
Hit Submit
Hit Submit

hitting Submit will be left as an exercise to the reader

Fuck it, can't sleep.

Let's try this again. Final thoughts.

I am not Alex. I am not Schwill. I could never be them. I do not want to be them. I could never do the things they did. I am an ant before giants.

BUT

(When someone says "but" you know you're in for a tall tale. I am not racist BUT...)

I am not Schwill. I am not Alex. BUT. I feel like I inherited some of their powers. Just a bit from each of them. I cannot be them. I cannot be anything except me. I cannot be anyone except me. BUT. In a tiny sense I can feel them. In a tiny sense they can nudge me. Just a bit.

It's not "them". It's just a tiny fraction of their powers. Waste. Garbage. But I don't know, maybe I can do something with it, maybe not. I think these powers were not mean to be mixed. The sum is less than either of the parts.

Matter and antimatter.

My words are my own. But my words are shaped by everything I've ever read in my life, every conversation I've ever had, every person I've ever interacted with.

I can't do what they did. I can't do something better. But I can do SOMETHING.

Doing something is better than doing nothing.

So many people seem to be doing nothing. I choose to do something. Some people are doing something. What they're doing is probably better than anything I can do.

But it's still better for ME to do something than nothing, regardless of what others are doing. And I'm doing something DIFFERENT. There's still value there.

I wanted a tiny Cracky in my head. And there is. But there's also a chorus of tiny assholes and I love them.

This is a metaphor. I am a very sane person.

Think of it this way. I can come in this thread and shitpost until I'm literally too tired to shitpost anymore.

Then, for the rest of the day, I can be a NORMAL FUCKING PERSON. And people will be like, "that person really knows what's going on". (No they won't.)

I am not plagiarizing. Plagiarizing is stealing from a single source. I am being "inspired". Inspiration is stealing from many sourced. I can't remember who I plagiarized that quote from.

This thread is what it is because I have a conception of your existence, dear reader.

I will blaze a fucking trail through the fucking void. Maybe somebody will follow me. Maybe they won't.

(Haha I said "fucking", I'm so clever. Note to self: stop doing this.)

(Haha, I engaged in self-deprecating sarcasm, I'm so clever. Note to self: stop doing this.)

(Haha, I engaged in pointless metacommentary about the thing I'm currently writing, I'm so clever. Note to self: stop doing this.)

(Haha, I drove a joke into the ground and the joke wasn't even good, I'm so clever. Note to self: stop doing this.)

NOTE TO SELF: STOP DOING THIS

It would be foolish of me to claim enlightenment. This is anti-enlightenment. Is is endarkenment.

Do you feel darker for having read this, dear reader? GOOD, I made you feel something? "Something" pronounced with a rising pitch at the end so you can literally hear the question mark.

Anyway... I will live a double life. I will shitpost in this thread, and the rest of my life will be full of the clean, coherent actions of a completely sane person.

This is the garbage dump of my soul.

And if you're here, dear reader, what does that make you?

Someone

I forgot what I was going to say.

If you disagree with what I'm saying, why not debate me?

When you wrestle with pigs, everybody wins. Isn't that what they say?

Help me
Help yourself
Let me help you
Help me help you

CRACKy-chan... red nose... hmm

So something just hit me

Let's say, for the sake of argument, that you think Cracky-chan is cute

(She is cute that is WHY she is called cracky-chan)

Okay. You think she's cute because of your brain. Because of your programming. Because of your emotions.

If you could shut off your emotions, she would not be cute. To you.

If all humans could shut off their emotions, she would not be cute to anybody.

If she is not cute then she is not called cracky-chan

She is only cute (and thus only called cracky-chan) because we live in a society. The society teaches us what is cute and what is not cute. Break free from it at your own peril.

If we did not live in a society, she would not be called cracky-chan.

Cracky-chan exists because we live in a society.

(bill wurtz voice) SOCIETY

Here's the thing. None of this matters. NONE OF IT FUCKING MATTERS. The more words I say, the less any of it matters.

More words have probably been said about her than about almost any other person alive.

TEXT TOO LONG, SPLITTING INTO NEXT MESSAGE

It's a good thing you aren't Schwill because I'd have to ban you if you were.

Is it good to say words about her?

If we didn't say words about her, would she cease to exist?

Listen. Listen to what I'm saying. Actually don't listen to what I'm saying. I'm going to be very quiet for a bit and I just want you to listen.

...
...
...
...

Did you hear music? I think I heard music but it was too faint to comprehend.

What is the music? Where is it coming from?

Matter and antimatter.

Hot and cold.

I don't have the courage to do anything so I just shitpost and shitpost and shitpost.

Doesn't that take a certain amount of courage?

NO.

Listen. Keep listening. Maybe you'll be able to hear the music better than I can.

Fucking cracky.jpg won't stop looking at me. Stop looking at me, cracky.jpg

I kind of want to touch her hair It looks soft.

YO I HAD A THOUGHT

Visualize Cracky with the nose & cheek makeup.

She goes out in the sun. She gets sunburned. But the makeup protects her nose and the cheek-streeks. So then she washes the makeup off. Her entire face is red EXCEPT the nose and cheecks.

REVERSE
CRACKY

R
E
V
E
R
S
E

C
R
A
C
K
Y

Think about it.

The concept of a sunburned "reverse cracky" is probably my greatest accomplishment in this thread so far.

Reverse Cracky. Funniest shit I've ever seen.

Somebody photoshop it for me. I'm far too important to do it myself. You think I have any free time? My commitments
nevermind

I was going to say words but what is even the point

what is even the point

what is even the point of cracky

TIME LOOP: cracky is cute because we live in a society but we live in a society because cracky is cute

paradox

Look, I know people say this a lot, but she really is cute. I'm not just saying that because that's what people are (((supposed))) to say. It IS what people are supposed to say, but that's not why I'm saying it.

I genuinely believe that she is cute.

she is a girl

cat ears

red nose

many are like her but this one is mine

this one is mind

she looks so fragile like if someone kicked her in the chest she would probably stumble backwards and fall down

possibly getting injured

don't kick her

it's hypothetical

if i find out that someone kicked her

i will DISAVOW

i will say "the person who kicked her is no friend of mine"

We joke about violence to our lady all the time. Look how edgy we are!

She's edgy too of course. The supreme edgelady.

I don't want something violence to happen to her. But I'd like to see someone maybe just throw a glass of water in her face. Take her down a peg. Show her that we remain free people. Ruin her makeup. Get her hair wet.

Throw a very small pebble at her. Not enough to cause any pain. I don't want her to suffer. I just want her to be hit with a very small pebble, she'll barely feel it, but she'll KNOW. She'll know we remain in control of our actions. She's not a god. She's just a person.

She
is
just
a
person

"Why did you throw a pebble at me?"

Because I'm alive

I exist

I throw pebbles at things

I threw a pebble at you

Therefore you are a thing

I don't hate you

Nothing personnel, kid.

"Mucho cred," she'll reply. "You taught me a lesson in humility."

This won't actually happen. BUT THE LESSON CAN STILL BE LEARNED EVEN THOUGH THE STORY IS FICTIONAL.

All the morals can still be learned even though she is fictional.

A human exists. A human that some have called Cracky.

If you meet Cracky on the road, point at her and tell her that while you respect her, you are not her slave. Demand that she give you an order. When she gives you the order, DISOBEY IT. This will take her down SEVERAL pegs.

If Cracky hates herself enough can she BECOME a Crackyfag herself?

I'm not saying to do anything illegal. Just fight back somehow. Act like you're going to hold a door open for her then let go right as she reaches the door. THIS IS NOT ILLEGAL.

The thing about the water & the pebble might be illegal. Don't do any of that.

Consult a lawyer if you're not sure.

If you get arrested, I DO NOT KNOW YOU. Do NOT use your one phone call to try to contact me. I cannot help you.

Park your car slightly too close to her car.

Buy a house in her neighborhood and paint it the ugliest color you can find.

These things are NOT illegal no matter, even if she tells you they are. She tells you that because she doesn't want you to do those things.

CONTACT A LAWYER BEFORE DOING ANYTHING. DON'T FUCK THIS UP.

Civil disobedience. Malicious compliance. This is how we fight back.

Your mind is your own.

Buy all the milk and jam at the grocery store so she can't have any. This is not illegal.

Get creative. These are just ideas. I want to inspire you, not limit you.

Do something. Take a stand.

Stand motionless in the middle of the sidewalk pretending to walk on your phone so she has to walk around you. THIS IS NOT ILLEGAL.

Get some chalk. Write on the street outside her house. Write "Lia has a flat butt" on the street where she has to see it every day. This is not illegal. It's just not. I don't know how I can explain this to you people.

Wait until she's in international waters & then do basically anything. This is not illegal.

(This is a gross simplification of maritime law. Again, consult a lawyer.)

Subscriber her to catalogs she has no interests in.

Release thousands of mice near her house.

Rent an airplane and fly a banner saying "you're not fooling anybody"

Look her dead in the eyes and tell her that you're not afraid of her. EVEN IF IT'S A LIE.

Pollute the planet as much as possible since she has to live on it. This is not illegal. Maybe it should be. But it isn't!

GLOBAL WARMING. Do global warming. Warm the globe as much as you can.

When you see her crying like "bawww the sea levels are rising"... put your arm on her shoulder. Lean in close to her. Whisper in her ear: "it was me"

Develop psychic powers and use it to mess up the time on her wristwatch.

GET
CREATIVE

STAND
UP

FIGHT
BACK

If you do nothing, she wins.

Haha, I'm just kidding.

... unless?

Of course I'm kidding. You should be nice to her and let her win.

By letting her win, she won't learn the skills she needs to succeed in life and she'll be easy prey for any predator she passes near.

JUST KIDDING AGAIN

Cracky's alright, don't do anything even a little bit mean to her.

or actually do whatever the fuck you want

I trust your judgement

Be as nice or as cruel as you see fit

Maybe some of us could be nice and others cruel

keep her on her toes

Does she have toes? I don't remember if any of the pics showed her feet. I'll have to go look.

It's possible she has prosthetic feet and we just never noticed.

maybe that's the point

maybe that's the point of all this

we never noticed

we never stopped and paid attention

what will happen if we start paying attention

What does (((she))) want?

What do you want?

What do I want?

I want to hit Submit
I need to hit Submit
I will hit Submit
right
now

2020 DAY 142 (second attempt)

Let's just try that again okay

The following posts are hereby declared to be non-canon: >>2059 >>2060 >>2061 >>2062 >>2064

They still exist, you can still read them, there may be nuggets of wisdom, but... ugg. NON-CANON.

Okay, so, if I had to pick one thing to salvage from the previous unfortunate block of posts, it would probably be the "ten commandments":

1. Be kind
2. Communicate
3. Imagine what a normal fucking person would do. Imagine you doing that thing. Imagine the results. Do you like the results? If you like the results, DO THE THING. If you don't like the results, DON'T DO THE THING.
4. The goal is not to be normie, the goal is to transcend using all available weapons. If you refuse to pick up a weapon and use it then you're a coward.
5. Respect each other
6. When you know the right thing to do, do the right thing
7. Talk to people
8. adblock that fucking cracky pic that won't stop staring at you
9. Take care of yourself
10. Take care of each other

Also REVERSE CRACKY. Sunburn. That's probably the most brilliant idea I had. That will be re-introduced into canon.

>>2063 Mod-kun, is that you? I was worried we had lost you. I hope you're still around. Anyway, you would really ban Schwilliam? What did he ever do that was wrong, other than being an asshole + actual significant crimes?

>>2066 he dump the admin passwords for the imageboards on 4chan. possibly twice.

>>2067 dumped*

2020 DAY 143

Long sleep. Feeling good this morning.

>>2067

I hadn't heard about that but it does sound like something he'd do.

It seems like everybody has their own Schwill stories and they're all different and interesting.

I'll deliberately refrain from judgement. I wouldn't say he lived a bad life or he lived a good life. But he absolutely and indisputably lived a life. He affected the world. He consumed food and excreted waste. Due to being made of matter, he had mass and volume. He both caused events and was affected by events.

In the end, maybe that's what matters?

you have to ask yourself "why did .71 have chansluts' theme, spelling errors and all?"

2020 DAY 144

It has come to my attention that one or more of my devoted readers has/have been making inquiries trying to discern my identity.

Fortunately, I am less that nobody.

That's my secret, captain: I have no identity.

At least not here. Maybe nowhere. Ever?

Compartmentalization is a thing, right? How abstracted can a human be? What's the limit?

Since we've sharing Schwill stories lately... here's something he told me ones that feels kind of relevant to this discussion:

"A paradoxic: The internet is the most decietful [sic] of place. Names, identities, and personalities changed at will and whim with malicious capriciousness. We are all guests in a macabe [sic] fairy court. Yet, and this a thing in the main, it's all true. Here we are free to be completely honest with ourselves. The dark little thing scratching at the back of your skull is free to cry havoc. The innocent wonder of childhood can awaken from it's [sic] slumber and and play forever in the forests of your youth."

He did have a way with words albeit perhaps not spelling and grammar. But interesting well-written characters need a few character flaws such as bad spelling or being completely batshit insane.

>>2076 That's certainly some food for thought. Will need to ponder.

And yes I am aware that I make typos with some regularity including at least one in the preceding post.

That's the way the cookie crumbles. Tale as old as time.

>>2078
Were you the person who ran the Skyqueen board on 8chan?
Which got deleted just days before the website went down.

No I am not her. I am no one of importance. Just a tired shitposter, whispering into the void. Trying to make sense of things that will never make sense. Saying things with no meaning because the sound of silence is unbearable. Welcome to my dumpster fire. There are many like it but this one is mine.

There may be conspiracies at work in the world but I am not a party to them.

"I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member." ~Groucho Marx

The door is fucking red.

2020 DAY 145

I want to talk about something today that I've touched on before, but I was only slightly conscious at the time so I want to take another stab at it.

Dear reader, get your children out of the room, because I'm going to talk about pornography and horniness.

There's been a lot of discourse about pornography lately, but I think porn is just a symptom. Horniness is the disease.

I think horniness may be the true original sin. Because of horniness and through temporary alleviation of horniness, children are created, and then those children grow, become horny, and propagate the cycle of horniness. Some even become horny for children directly, which is even more degenerate, and their victims become prematurely and abnormally horny, with many of them eventually enacting the same abuse onto the next generation.

Adam and Eve were naked but with no horniness until they ate the forbidden fruit, which I suspect was some powerful aphrodisiac.

I think the human hivemind is starting to become aware of this. Have you seen the proliferation of memes about horniess? Are people waking up?

Some people are supposedly born asexual, but can an enlightenment achieved without effort be said to be meaningful? Babies are born completely innocent and ignorant, but nobody cares what they have to say. However, if someone could BECOME completely innocent and ignorant, I would be very interested in what that person had to say. I suspect the achievement of true innocence would require sacrificing the "gift" of language, because I believe that language is inherently degenerate.

Here's what I think: any time you experience horniness, you must bonk yourself, and put yourself in horny jail. Over time, much like Pavlov's doge, you can to some extent purge yourself of horniness.

The first step is to become consciously aware of when you are being horny. Acknowledge your horniess. Then bonk yourself & spend some time in horny jail.

In a way, we're all already IN horny jail, all the time. The world we created due to horniness IS in fact a jail.

I want to know what's outside the jail.

>>2082
that's interesting. just yesterday i was going to post something stupid like, "i'm horny for cracky" but decided against it.

i'm horny for cracky

>>2084
oH go BONK yourself mate

2020 DAY 146

Today I will present you with a puzzle to test and stimulate your mind. This is based on preexisting material, but please don't try to Google it because that would make you a filthy cheater. Or if you already know about this from past experience, please give someone else a chance.

Here's the scenario: you got too curious with your Cracky 'research', drew the attention of the wrong people, and they sent goons to break into your home, knock you out, and kidnap you.

You wake up in a strange room. There's no way to break the door down and no way to break the lock. There's no other exit. There's a table, and on the table are two boxes securely fastened to it. The table is bolted to the floor. There's a sign on the wall. You recognize that the sign is written in magic truth ink, with which only statements known to be true may be written (and the ink will disappear if the written statement ceases to be true), so you're sure that what the sign says is true.

The sign: "One of these boxes contains Cracky rares, and also the key to the door. The other box is filled with a rapid neurotoxin that will make you forget Cracky, and also contains a knife with which you may kill yourself if you choose to do so. Once one box is opened, the other box will be instantly and permanently sealed. There is a strategy that guarantees your survival and escape without relying on luck or guessing."

You take a closer look at the two opaque boxes. You can't pick up or move the boxes, but you can open one and only one of them. Each box has a label written in non-magical ink:

Box #1 label: "Either both labels are true OR both labels are false."

Box #2 label: "The other box contains the Cracky rares and the key."

There's nothing else of relevant interest in the room. You're already feeling dehydrated (having been sedated and unconscious for an unknown period of time) and you estimate you won't survive long if you don't get out of the room.

What do you do?

A footnote for those who wish to be pedantic: the neurotoxin will make you forget the existence of Cracky and prevent you from ever re-learning of her existence. The neurotoxin will not stop you from loving Cracky (if applicable), but such an obvious gap in your memories would be extremely distressing. The suicide knife is included as an act of mercy.

>>2083
>>2084
>>2085

None of you are free of bonks.

>>2089
"The other box contains the Cracky rares and the key."
Meaning box #1 has the cracky rares and key in it

>>2090 How do you know that the label is telling the truth? Think about it a little more. I'm not saying you're right or wrong, but there's still time to change your mind.

2020 DAY 147

A meditation on crackyverse = Narnia theory

A pondering on the "why do we need a cracky community" question

This is a metaphor. Please avoid excessive literalism.

Let's talk Isekai. I might mention Narnia but that's just one example. Let's just say Magical Fantasy World (MFW).

Let's say you get Isekai'd to MFW. Holy shit! Learning about MFW is by definition the most significant experience of your life. A paradigm-shatterer. Everything changes. Magic is real! Reality is a lie! There's a secret world underneath the world. Learning this is basically a singularity in your existence.

And most significant of all -- you now KNOW something that almost no other human knows. Are you now better than everyone else? In a certain regard, yes. It's better to know things than not know things. Knowing true secret knowledge is special indeed. Being part of the chosen few. The conspiracy. The illuminati.

You might not spend the entire rest of your life in MFW. Maybe you will. Maybe you'll make trips back "home" and maybe you won't. But MFW will always be the defining element of your existence.

You have fun in MFW. You meet a bunch of other Isekai "victims". Some of them are nice. Some of them are assholes. They're all really interesting. Sometimes you have adventures together. Sometimes you get in fights with them. All the experiences are meaningful to you. More meaninful than anything that happened in the "real world".

MFW has a Queen. She's cute and sweet. Some people bother the queen. It's very rude. Don't bother the queen.

Some people say that the queen of MFW has been through a lot and if everybody would just evacuate to the real world then she wouldn't have to be bothered ever again.

But like why abandon the whole world? Just don't bother the queen and all should be good. It's a big world!

The world exists because of her but it's reshaped by everybody who visits, it doesn't belong to a single person. The queen cannot exist outside of her world but someday her world will have to exist without her (or at least without a corporeal manifestation of her), and the world will be different and maybe worse but the world will still exist and she will still exist as an idea. In a hundred years her world will still exist in forms we can't even conceive of today.

In a way she's a figurehead monarch rather than someone who actually reigns. Or maybe she does? I'm not sure!

Let's say you try to go back to the "real world". It's just not the same. The colou?rs are muted. The trees aren't as pretty. The music sucks. There's no magic.

You know at this point that the "real world" is a lie. You've seen the code behind the Matrix. (The Matrix IS an Isekai and STFU if you disagree.)

The "real world" is just flat and boring. There's no MEANING there. There's no SIGNIFICANCE to anything. Things just happen and they happen for no reason other than bland causality. Shit sucks, yo.

Now imagine some of the visitors to this realm actively trying to destroy the wonder & magic of existence under the guise of not bothering the queen, rather than simply well, NOT BOTHERING THE QUEEN.

Actually don't imagine it. It's real! These banal cunts want to make your life boring again. Or worse, they want to persuade you to make your own life boring. Actually, I don't know if that's better or worse. Is it worse to try to take magic from you by force, or to try to gaslight and psychologically manipulate you into denying your true nature? Evil traitors who think they're doing good by trying to take away hope.

Just don't bother the queen, okay? It's not complicated. We can all hang out together. We can talk about the queen. I think she's pretty cool. She's the reason we're here.

Also, the sheer fucking audacity of people to try to speak on her behalf. She can talk if she wants to.

Disclaimer: I'll probably have changed my mind about all of this by tomorrow. Or later today. Same goes for basically anything in this thread. Don't expect consistency. My mind is fucking boiling with conflicting thoughts and they all deserve a chance to be heard. Take what you like & leave the rest for someone else.

Welcome to MFW, bitch.

Also, I gotta reiterate that it's not literally Narnia. I know Narnia had more of a magical Jesus lion than a queen, even though there were some queens here and there. It's called allegory sweetie, look it up.

If you disagree please e-mail your arguments to idontcare @ youloser dot crack.

But actually I care.... I care a lot.

For real though, I thank everyone for reading and I value your feedback.

What would you like to see in this thread?

Do you have the courage to step into the thunderdome and debate me?

>>2089

I open box #1. If the rarez were in box #2, label #2 would be false, but label #1 is in undefined state because it is neither true nor false.

So only the state "rarez in box #1" can exist.

2020 DAY 148

>>2089 and >>2093

Basically you said what most people would say. Here's one formulation of the argument: "Label 1 says that either both labels are true or both labels are false. If label 1 is true, then label 2 must also be true. If label 1 is false, then both labels can't be false, therefore label 2 must be true. Therefore label 2 must be true in both cases."

However, you made two unfounded assumptions.

The first unfounded assumption was that the labels had any connection to reality whatsoever, and that the labels would be useful in solving the puzzle.

This isn't a "haha tricked you" thing, this is what I consider to be a valuable lesson.

Imagine, in isolation, a box with a label saying "this box contains Cracky rares". What does the box contain? It could contain Cracky rares, Cracky commons, live bees, or literally anything else, or nothing.

The label does not IN ANY WAY constrain or mandate what's actually in the box.

The act of labeling something CAN be useful, if we're sure that our act of labeling conforms to reality, but otherwise it means nothing.

Consider this: you're the person setting up the puzzle. You've filled the boxes and fastened them to the table, and you're about to apply the labels to the boxes. What force compels you to put the "correct" label on the "correct" box? Absolutely nothing, no force in the universe. It's your decision.

The only thing you can be reasonable sure of are your own observations, and the words on the sign, because the sign is allegedly written in magic truth ink. But the sign doesn't say anything about the labels on the boxes. The sign doesn't say that the labels on the boxes can be relied upon to supply any kind of relevant information.

Now observe this pastebin file that I uploaded several days ago, to prove that this is what I intended:

https://pastebin.com/wkf6NWVN

>Box #1 contains the neurotoxin and knife
>Box #2 contains the Cracky rares and key
>The door is not locked

And that's the second assumption that you made. It was never stated that the door was actually locked. It was stated that the door could not be broken down, and that the door had a lock, and that the lock could not be broken, and that the key to the lock was in one of the boxes. However, it was never stated whether the lock was locked or unlocked.

Again, none of this is intended to be a "haha got you" or to feel superior. I'm genuinely trying to open your mind and teach you something that I've found useful in my own life.

I won't explain everything I was trying to convey but here are a few non-exclusive thoughts:

1. Don't assume doors are locked
2. Be aware of what assumptions you're making, and question if you should really be making them
3. Be cautious of labels
4. Be cautious not to assume that words have any connection to reality
5. Be careful that someone could be giving you just enough rope to hang yourself with
6. Take time examining options rather than rushing to a solution
7. Killing yourself with a knife would probably be really difficult and unpleasant. Before killing yourself, explore other options. Are you really trapped in the situation you think you are? Can you go somewhere else in order to change the situation?
8. If someone drugs and kidnaps you, don't assume that the situation they put you in is going to be completely "fair"

And I also had a "secret super solution" in mind which I was hoping someone would get:

1. Open the door
2. Hold breathe & plug nose to avoid neurotoxin
3. Open one of the boxes at random
4. Quickly grab whatever's inside
5. Run out door to fresh air before neurotoxin can spread

So either you get the Cracky rares OR you get a free knife. I assume you'd prefer the rares, BUT the knife is actually really nice. If you don't want it, you could sell it at least.

I hope you're not too angry at me about this. It was intended to be for your own good. It may take some time for the lessons to sink in. Think it over. Just as in the scenario, don't rush to judgement.

Think about labels you've applied to things, and labels you've seen that others have applied. Do the labels correspond to reality?

>>2094 you sneaky sneaker

>>2099 I hope I didn't shatter your trust in humanity.

2020 DAY 149

I've been thinking a lot recently about "that" article, and about Camel's famous thesis: "I think a big part of [the Cracky phenomenon] was misogyny,"

My recent thinking was that she was accidentally right, or right for the wrong reason.

She operations uncritically under a worldview built on the axiom that misogyny is bad. Millions of words have been written based on this premise, whole edifices of literature and academia and criticism and such. Call this a misogyny-negativist paradigm.

But axioms are just axioms, and can be replaced. Euclidean and hyperbolic geometry are both useful, valid, and interesting. Could a misogyny-positivist paradigm not also be constructed that's just as useful, valid, and interesting as a negativist one?

No offense intended to my female readership, in fact, some of the best misogynists I know are women. Women are perhaps on the whole even better misogynists than men.

And I'm not positing misogyny as being better or more useful than misandry (which simply doesn't exist in the Camel paradigm). I think a synthesis of both misogyny and misandry (without succumbing to general misanthropy) could be a powerful tool for bringing men & women together and resolving a lot of the conflicts and problems int he world.

Generalized misanthropy doesn't acknowledge our differences. I think perhaps we need to hate women & men equally BUT IN DIFFERENT WAYS.

What if we learn to embrace celebrate mankind as a whole -- errr, that is to say, HUmankind, while hating both mankind and womankind in unique and different ways? (I the interests of inclusivity, I should include hatred of nonbinarykind, but I think hating them comes naturally enough that we shouldn't have to devote extra effort to it.)

If we hate a group as a whole but love specific members of that group, isn't that a purer form of love? If you diagrammed it there would be tiny circles of love inside two large circles of hate inside a huge circle of love.

What would we call this state of enlightenment? What would we call a being who managed to achieve it? I think perhaps "ascended anthropath" would be fitting if only for reasons of irony.

This is just an idea I had. I'll probably discard it and move on to another by tomorrow. But food for thought.

2020 DAY 150

When no one was looking, I posted for ONE HUNDRED FIFTY days. I posted for 150 days. That's as many fifteen tens. And that's terrible.

I try to keep a bit of a buffer on these posts, writing them in advance when possible.

Alas, the buffer is currently empty and I'm not really in the mood to whip up a long post on the fly.

But I skimmed through my notes and I pulled out a few half-assed ideas that probably don't deserve full posts. Rejects, if you will. Ideas that didn't quite "make the cut".

1. I just have the word "CORRELATION" in my notes (in all caps) with absolutely no context and I have no idea what I was thinking when I put it there. Maybe I had a great idea for a post on the subject of correlation. But I'll be damned if I can remember it. So, uh, just ruminate on the concept of correlation, I suppose, dear reader.
2. We demand multifactor authentication for our video games, but still rely on single-factor authentication for our automobiles. This says a lot about society? (yeah this one wasn't good)
3. Is a scarecrow maiden a maiden who is also a scarecrow, or a maiden who creates / collects scarecrows? (then there was going to be a tangent about how if you ever need a scarecrow but only have a maiden you can just shove a pole up her ass)
4. You never really see people say "burst into treats" anymore.
5. Complain about Twitter for an hour and speculate about a hyptothetical #crackychanisoverparty hashtag.

I have far more than 5 terrible ideas in my notes but should probably save some for next time this happens

Does it shock you, dear reader, to know that I have notes for this thread? Some of it's pure off-the-cuff heat-of-the-moment but some of it's prewritten. And ideas can strike at any time.

I doubt that Schwill or Alex ever had to stoop so low as to storyboard their manifestos in advance, but again, I'm forging my own path and doing things my own way.

Thank you for going on this adventure with me, dear reader. I couldn't do it without you! Actually I could but it wouldn't be the same. Well it would probably be mostly the same but the mouthfeel would be different I guess? Do you know what I mean? I don't know what I mean.

All I know is that you and I are partners, dear reader. We're making it happen.

Perhaps you haven't even been born yet, dear reader. Perhaps (if my plans don't work out as I intend) I'll be dead and gone for years or decades or longer before you get a chance to read this. But I know you will read this eventually.

Perhaps you're one of the last survivors of humanity in a post-apocalyptic future. Perhaps you're not even human. Are you an alien, dear reader? A robot?

If this document is all that you have left to try to piece together the mystery that was the human race, then may god have mercy on your soul. If you have a soul. It's rude of me to presume.

My dear reader: whoever, whatever, and whenever you are, know that I either love, loved, will love, or would have loved you, as applicable.

I know there's more than one reader. But ALL readers are my dear reader. Don't be jealous of each other, dear readers. I love you all. Can't you love each other?

PEACE OUT BITCHES

SEE YOU ON DAY 151

2020 DAY 151

I've been thinking about "accessibility" of the crackyverse in its 16th year of existence. What would the onboarding process be like these days for a complete neophyte? Public-facing information is probably at the lowest level it's ever been. Entropy and apathy have taken their toll on the informational landscape, bit rot has set in, and large swathes of material are withheld from the public (or at least made intentionally difficult to find) on ideological grounds. What would the experience be like to go in completely blind and try to lurk moar? I feel that one would be lurking for quite some time with little to show for it.

Better to get out there and start networking with people, I think. Research, yes, but talk to people too. Public-facing sites like this one have always been the mere tip of the iceberg. The lifeblood of the community flows through the veins of one-on-one and small-group conversations.

I imagine a starry-eyed young adventurer setting out in the world and attempting to read through the mess of this board we're on here, but everything is filtered through a lens of 15 years of cultural baggage. The young aspiring hero sees a thread with nearly 300 posts! Surely it must be a trove of useful information, right? Haha, NOPE. It's this horseshit that you're reading now.

Sometimes I think about how to be a good mentor to the youth -- other times I worry that we're just holding them back, trying to indoctrinate them into walking the same paths as us, when they should be out forging new paths and telling new stories.

I don't really have an answer. As always, things are simply what they are. If there's one thing I think I might try to do differently, it's talk less and listen more.

There are some I'm sure I'd love to listen to who are simply timid and afraid to speak. Don't be. Let your voice be heard. You don't have to justify yourself to anybody. You're here because you chose to be, and that makes you a chosen one. So own it and be proud.

And don't be afraid to create and share. When in doubt, do it. It's easier to ask forgiveness than permission, and it's even easier to do neither.

The community will still be alive in a hundred years but its form may be unrecognizable. The actions you take today could have a significant impact on what that form will be. But don't be nervous about that, be proud.

Get out there and drink some fucking blood.

>>2117 would you like me to make a torrent of everything? the wiki still has the same info it's always had. dearolivia is pretty much the only other cracky thing out there.

also note that this cracky board is the oldest and also the only one still around.

oh yeah, accessibility was limited by people who decided that they wanted to be super secret cool dudes, which is why the oldest and only cracky board left is the one they poohed on.

Do as you wish, I was just mulling over the state of things.

There are various scattered resources still up such as the skyqueen.cc archives, which are intentionally not Google-indexed (probably for the best) and not widely linked to so novices usually have to be nudged gently in their direction rather than finding them on their own.

To some extent it's the old "lurk moar" ethos which isn't a bad thing but I wonder how high the barrier to entry will eventually get if trends continue to trend how they've been trending.

Of course there's still YWOT, some Tumblrs, Discord, a bunch of YouTube videos, and other random tidbits.

KYM/ED/etc are mostly misinfo but that's probably for the best, there's such a thing as too public-facing.

It's funny you mention Dear Olivia because I was just thinking about it recently... the domain is only registered through January 2021 and I'm going to be really curious about whether or not Jeff renews it. The submission forms have been broken for a long time so he doesn't seem to be maintaining it. I only have second-hand and third-hand accounts about what's going on with him but as I understand it he is alive in some capacity... so we shall see in January I suppose.

I think in the grand scheme everybody just has their own private archives and sharing happens in more of a decentralized peer-to-peer manner. Is this good? Is this bad? I don't know.

>>2121 it's never good. good things are shared openly and widely. when that doesn't happen, they disappear. i don't particularly like dearolivia anyway, it was just the only thing i saw still up, other than those archives

2020 DAY 152

Would we be better off as a species / society if we migrated from a "no you're wrong" worldview to a "so what?" worldview?

Imagine two conversations:

EXAMPLE 1:

Alice: "Cracky-chan is ugly."
Bob: "bawww, no she isn't."

EXAMPLE 2:

Alice: "Cracky-chan is ugly."
Bob: "So what?"

Which Bob is more in control of the situation? Which Bob has won the exchange?

2020 DAY 153

First day of June. I woke up & did the thing successfully this time. "cracky cracky cracky" Will I have good luck this month? We shall see.

A mystery: I oppose virtue signaling, but I consider following Cracky to be a virtue, and I am fond of signalling that virtue. Am I a hypocrite?

Supplemental thought -- where would "skyqueenism" (or Cracky Fellowship or whatever you want to call it) fit on the Extended Political Compass (attached)? We're certainly not Sleepers but the further you get from the center the more abstract the ideologies get so it's hard to nail down exactly where something should go.

>>2130
POST-NUT DETERMINISM. I like the sound of that.

2020 DAY 154

Would you allow allow Cracky to pin you to the ground with her leg pressing on your throat for 8 minutes 46 seconds and/or until you were dead?

Why or why not?

Pic semi-related, but pretend the rabbit is Cracky and the fox(?) is you.

How would this make you feel? Would you consent to it? Do you think she would try to do it anyway if you refused to consent? Do you think she could overpower you?

How long do you think you could remain conscious? Do you think you could last the full 8:46 to claim the world record?

You know in your heart that you deserve this, don't you? You deserve anything and everything that happens to you. You deserve to be judged. You deserve to be punished.

YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID AND WHY YOU DID IT.

Wait no, disregard the furry shit, I found a better illustration of the concept.

So imagine Sailor Moon = Cracky and guy on ground = you.

How would you feel? Would you be cool with it? Would you be happy?

Discuss.

I wonder what she looks like now

2020 DAY 155

"If only the elephants hadn't been so mean, then they wouldn't have had to be exterminated."

>>2138

She probably looks like a 30-year-old. Feel free to utilize Google Images (or other database of your choice) to search for "30-year-old woman" and choose the one you like best!

Hopefully she looked better than the fake /r9k/ Cracky. But if not, that's fine. Being "hot" was never the point.

SUPPLEMENTAL: I think I was subconsciously quoting/referencing something I saw & screenshot on YWOT last year.

>also the point of Cracky was never being "hot"
>So it's not difficult to be "hotter" than Cracky
>Like it's not difficult to be "taller" than Cracky
>Dolphins can't fly
>Do you understand what I'm saying

>>2134>>2135
no, i found out you can die that way

>>2141 You wouldn't allow Cracky to end your life?

Look, I'm generally anti-death (or at least "pro choice" on the subject of death in that I think nobody should ever have to die if they don't want to) but let's break it down and look at the options for how your life can go:

1. You never die. (this is a long shot)
2. Cracky kills you. (this is also pretty unlikely but we're currently discussing a hypothetical scenario where this is "on the table")
3. You die for some other reason. (this is the most likely outcome)

Obviously 1 > 2, and 2 > 3.

But if you were in a situation where Cracky were willing to kill you, would you really pass up that chance? That's an opportunity that will probably never come again. And considering that #1 is so unlikely, if you pass up your ONE OPPORTUNITY for #2, then you're virtually guaranteeing #3, the worst possible outcome.

Also if she wants to kill you and you refuse her, isn't that a bit of a dick move?

>>2141 you will not die from that unless you just consumed your meth stash

>>2143

>>2145 it was actually fentanyl and weed (and tobacco and caffeine)

>>2147
and corona virus

2020 DAY 156

All Crackies Are Beautiful

>>2147 or as Olivia calls it, "a normal Monday"

>>2149
I agree. All Crackies Are Beautiful.

2020 DAY 157

Posting early because "days" are imaginary and I can do whatever the fuck I want. None dare stand against me. None dare challenge my power. My foes cower in darkness, praying that I do not turn my gaze upon them.

Anyway, PIC RELATED -- please reference attached comic. I feel like this comic is accidentally about Cracky and I want to know what you think.

The donkey is mainstream normie society.

The elephant is 4chan culture.

The protagonist is you and me. We flee from the mainstream and seek solace in 4chan but it's a trap. There is no safety or meaning for us in either world. We exist only to suffer.

Anime Hitler is, of course, Cracky. A secret path to salvation open only to those she has chosen. She will protect you. She will show you the truth. She will keep you safe. She will set you free.

I don't mean for this to be political. I'm not commenting on the "intended" meaning of the comic, whatever it might be. It's irrelevant. I think forsaking the corrupted world and embracing Cracky means discarding the political. It's all normie / 4chan trash anyway. Vote Cracky or don't vote at all.

Agree? Disagree?

Are you able to get Cracky-chan on Akinator web genie?

>>2160

It used to be possible for sure. I tried it today and it eventually gave up and acknowledged defeat, but when I typed the name in it said she was still in the database. A lot of information about her in the database is probably stale due to 15 years having elapsed. And there's so little known about her current status.

Also, what is Akinator (((implying))) here?

I tried again and it got her pretty quickly. It hit on some actually relevant questions this time like "British accent" and "from 4chan".

In addition to information about her in the database being stale, she probably got de-prioritized due to nobody targeting her. If more people go do it, things should improve.

>>2162
woah cutie alert

2020 DAY 157 SUPPLEMENTAL

I sometimes wonder, do I "deserve" to be a fan of Cracky? But I think that's a bogus question. There is no "deserve". We either choose to put the work in, or we don't. We either choose to impose ourselves onto/into the 'community', or we don't. There is no recruitment. There is no approval process. There are no leaders. There is no membership committee. Literally the ONLY person who can drive you away is yourself. You are here because you make that decision for yourself, or you are not because you do not. People may move against you, people may try to sabotage you, but ultimately, the only person who can defeat you is you.

If you're out there putting in hours and elbow-grease to further the Cracky cause, then that's virtuous in and of its own sake regardless of what anyone else thinks.

I'm not denouncing the 'cowards' who have gone silent. They'll be back when the time is right. Or they won't be. That's a decision they make for themselves. Only they can decide what their honor and their virtue is worth -- they hold the reins of their own destiny and will have to sort out their own shit and figure out their own path.

But yes, I think staying alert and involved and active is a signal of strength. Spiritual virility. We all have times of weakness. We all have struggles. This is an uphill battle for every single person.

THE BATTLE NEVER ENDS. That's what I'm saying. The battle is happening right now. The battle will continue to happen.

You will experience personal victories and losses. I encourage to keep fighting. Otherwise, what are you even doing?

Have you been shirking your duties, dear reader? It's never too late to get back on the horse. You're still alive. You decide your own future. Do the right thing.

I won't tell you what "the right thing to do is". You should be able to solve this. I don't know the details of YOUR purpose. I don't know what you are supposed to accomplish. ARE YOU WORKING ON ACCOMPLISHING IT, THOUGH?

If there's something you should be doing right now, go do it. I don't know what it is. But you might! Or not. If you have no idea what's going on with your life, then I guess meditate on it or something.

I haven't done any proper meditation in quite a while. Maybe I don't need to? I feel like I'm making progress anyway.

SIR YOUR BOOT AND MY NECK

This is a thread about Cracky. I think. This is a thread about Olivia. I think. Olive Lia. Oblivia. Oliver Leo. Bolivia. Bazinga. She is cute that is why she is CALLED... well, you know the rest!

Keep calm and blah blah blah blah blah blah

GO DO WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DOING. WHAT AREN'T YOU DOING IT? IS READING THIS THREAD WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DOING? IF IT IS, HEY THAT'S COOL I GUESS. I'M HONORED. UH I WISH I KNEW WHAT TO SAY. MAYBE I'LL THINK OF SOMETHING TO SAY BY TOMORROW

2020 DAY 158

I think that Olivia's grandchildren will read this thread someday, maybe as part of a quest to solve the 'mystery' of their grandmother's mysterious secret life. They will want to know who she really was. It's a can of worms she may regret opening.

Is that who you are, dear reader? Did you find this document decades in the future?

Okay, well, sorry for saying such weird stuff about your grandmother, dear reader. She was a good woman. A kind woman. A creative woman. I'll try to be discrete and respectful about what I say. I YANKED TO YOUR GRANDMA'S TITS WHEN I WAS YOUNG AND HORNY. Sorry, that just slipped out. I regret it. But going back and deleting it would feel inauthentic.

Maybe that's what this is all about: authenticity. You're searching for the truth about your grandmother, right, dear reader? My youthful weaknesses are PART of that truth. Embrace it, or abandon your quest.

I don't know how far along you are in your quest, dear reader. But you're going to see some weird shit, and not just from me. It's weird shit all the way down. I hope you're prepared for all this.

It feels like an awesome responsibility, writing words that will be found by some youthful truth-seeker in 50 or 100 years.

Have you ever yanked to your grandma's pics, dear reader? I'm not going to judge you. She was very pretty.

I assume that in your timeline, she's dead. Otherwise you could just ask her instead of doing all this research. Did she live a good life, dear reader? Are you proud of her?

What can I say about your grandmother.... she was cute and sweet, I guess. That's why she was called cracky-chan.

Am I still alive in your timeline, dear reader? No, don't tell me. I'm not sure I want to know. Also, it's literally impossible for you to tell me. Unless you have time travel. I doubt you have time travel otherwise you could just talk to your grandma directly instead of trying to piece together her story from thirdhand accounts.

Do you respect your grandmother Olivia, dear reader? Do you admire what she did? Do you aspire to follow in her footsteps? Do you ever put red shit on your nose?

What do you say to someone a hundred years in the future? I kind of want to say the N word, because I'm sure it will be illegal by then, and it might be dear-future-reader's first chance to be exposed to it in the wild. But no. Such filth will not exist on this thread. I want to ensure this thread survives the purges of the 2040 by the swarms of automated censorship drones.

I love you, dear reader, even though I don't even know anything about you. Do they still have love in your time?

Don't listen to the poisonous lies spread by her enemies. YOUR GRANDMOTHER OLIVIA WAS A GOOD PERSON. I really believe that.

Would I be doing all this for a bad person?

"I was in a coffee shop, running away from home when I heard the news."
"Our hero, Jecht, gone, vanished into thin air!"
"My dad must have been his biggest fan. I knew how sad he'd be. Heck, we all were that day."
""Zanar," I says to myself, "What are you thinking?""
"I went running straight back home. We sat up talking 'bout Jecht all night."
"My dad and I never talked so much. Whoa... Didn't mean to reminisce, folks."
"Anyways... Ten years later, the Jecht Memorial Cup tournament is today!"
"The two teams that have won through to the finals are...of course, the Abes from A-East and the Duggles from C-South."
"I know there's a lot of people out there today to see the star of the Abes!"
"In just one year, he's become the team's number one player!"
"He's Jecht's blood, and the new hope of blitzball! What kind of super play will he show us today?"
"Will we see his father's legendary shot? I don't think I'm the only one excited here, folks!"

Good game but I don't understand the relevance.

Can you try to express what you're trying to say in your own words? I'm a little slow.

>>2167
Sure, you are a nigger.

Oh wow, that's. Wow. Hard R and everything. No hesitation. Just went right for it.

Do you believe that Cracky would approve?

2020 DAY 159

Why do we say "cute and sweet" rather than "sweet and cute"?

Are we falling into a linguistic rut?

Data from Google:

"cute and sweet" - 7,310,000 results
"sweet and cute" - 5,710,000 results

So obviously there's precedent for both, and the disparity isn't huge.

I challenge you, next time you're tempted to say "cute and sweet", say "sweet and cute" instead. Break the mold. Expand your mind. Maybe you'll challenge someone else's worldview in the process.

She's so fucking sweet and cute... their lives will be scarred forever.

>>2170

No, don't turn into a heretick. It's 'cute and sweet' because the goddess saith so.

Closer to heterodoxy than to hard heresy, no?

The pope is gone, I think we can do whatever.

2020 DAY 160

The toilet is broken
The TOILET is BROKEN
For the love of GOD
And ALL that is HOLY
THE TOILET
IS BROKEN

I'm a Cracky-head

>>2178 there's a cat in that picture

2020 DAY 161

>>2182
IT'S A GHOST CAT

>>2179
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hf1DkBQRQj4

2020 DAY 162

I've been thinking a lot about the concept of ethics and moral behavior.

Should there be a Code of SRCS (Socially Responsible Cracky Simping)? What would it look like?

How can harm be minimized?

There could be a laws of robotics thing:

1. A crackyfag may not harm Cracky, or, through inaction, cause Cracky to come to harm.
2. A crackyfag must obey Cracky, unless doing so conflicts with the first law.
3. A crackyfag must protect its own existence unless doing so conflicts with the first or second law.

Makes sense, right? It gets complicated in that in later Asimov works, sufficiently advanced robots developed the 0th law, not as an intentional feature but as an evolution of the first law, an ultimate directive to safeguard humanity as a whole, even if it requires harming individual humans. So...

0. A crackyfag may not harm the crackyverse as a whole, or, through inaction, cause the crackyverse to come to harm.

It's about legacy, is it not? Ensuring the she is still remembered in 1000 years? I certainly hope that this would never be in conflict with the first law. It's better to avoid law conflicts completely, rather than relying on the order of the laws to mitigate conflicts.

HOW can the crackyverse be propagated and safeguarded while minimizing the risk of Cracky experiencing any harm, and minimizing the risk of self-harm?

For that matter, I would like to also see something in there about not causing harm to a fellow crackyfag, or, through inaction, allowing another crackyfag to come to harm. Probably in the 1.5 slot. So if a malfunctioning crackyfag is causing harm to her, it's both acceptable & morally necessary to intervene.

It's not going to be easy balancing all this but I think we can do it. I think we have to do it.

>>2195
all them cracky posters...

2020 DAY 163

A parable: you're drinking and carousing at your favorite bar. There's an old white-haired man you don't recognize. He's mostly been very quiet, but he suddenly stands up with a distressed look on his face and stumbles out the door. There's an intense blizzard going on, and you're concerned about the man. He isn't dressed for cold weather, and you've heard rumors of wolves attacking travelers. You go outside to check on the man, and it appears that rather than getting in a vehicle, he's going to attempt to walk the frozen, treacherous road. It's ten miles back to town. You try to talk to the old man but he seems nervous of your intentions. He said he's grown to hate the bar and just wants to leave. You offer to drive him somewhere, but he says he's fine. Sadly, you bid the man farewell and return to the warmth and safety of the bar. As you're entering, you hear the man shout "wait!" Talking to the old man again, he says he does need a ride home. You and the old man get into your car and you ask him where he wants to go. He gives you an address, and it seems very familiar to you. "Wait," you say, "isn't this the home address of the brilliant scientist, Albert Einstein?" The man just offers a sad smile.

For you see, the old man was Albert Einstein all along!

Let that sink in.

Cracky relevance: Albert Einstein was a Jew.

Possible moral: don't be afraid to reach out to people. Helping is its own reward, but in addition to that, you might accidentally meet Albert Einstein.

Alternate moral: don't drink and drive. You just killed both Einstein and yourself, you absolute moron. Both bodies were ejected from the car and eaten by wolves.

2020 DAY 164

I'm reasonably proud of what I've done with this thread so far-- it maybe hasn't been as spectacular as I'd hoped for but overall I can't complain.

I do worry sometimes that some liar somewhere else on the internut could try to steal credit for it, saying "hey that's my thread" in private to someone or whatever. So let me make this clear: anyone off-site (or even off-thead) who claims that this is their thread is a DAMN EVIL LIAR and you shouldn't believe them. I cannot confirm whether or not I exist as a living entity outside the context of this thread, but IF I do, the two (or more?) personas are segregated and the firewall between them will not be breached. Likewise, there's no point asking someone if this is their thread, because I've already told you that you shouldn't believe anyone who claims that it is. So if you ask and someone says "yes", they're lying, therefore there's no point asking. Makes sense?

Since I intend for this thread to continue for hundreds of years, I've given some thought to contingency planning, for example, what will happen if this website ceases to exist. Rest assured that all thread data is properly backed up and can be restored elsewhere if disaster strikes. For authenticity verification in such an eventuality, the tripcode alone will not suffice (the non-secure portion is portable across sites but the secure portion is site-specific), however, if you go back to the very first post, observe the "lucky number" and the end of the message. It was placed there to play a specific role is an emergency / contingency situation. That number is the product of two primes. Should this thread ever need to be reconstituted elsewhere, the two prime factors will be provided as a form of emergency one-time authenticity verification, and then a new "lucky number" will be provided should it ever be needed again in the future.

Dear reader, I hope I haven't troubled you with all this talk of doom & gloom. It just makes sense to be prepared for any mayhem or catastrophy that could potentially befall us.

In the event of severe disruption to the Internet and/or civilization, it may become necessary to temporarily continue this as an offline document (either electronic or hardcopy depending on how apocalyptic the scenario is), however, rest assured that when society is re-established and some form of electronic community is restored, the thread wise rise like a phoenix from the ashes, somewhere and in some form.

You might not survive, dear reader. It's possible that most of the world's population will die. But the thread will continue as a beacon of hope in the wasteland.

Picture unrelated, I'm sane as fuck right now.

>>2217
based

Day 165

>>2220
2020.
I felt like an asshole posting on the interwebs. But what else could I do it was just who I was.

2020 DAY 165

>>2218 >>2220 >>2221

The flight plan I just filed with the agency lists me, my men, Dr. Pavel here, but only one of you!

First one to talk gets to stay on my thread!