#blanketguy

Have any of you ever done an escape room? You know those things where they lock you in a place and you have to solve a bunch of puzzles and hidden clues to escape. It’s generally done with a bunch of people, and is considered a really good, albeit stressful teambuilding exercise. I’ve never bothered with escape rooms, because I normally find it hard enough to just escape Bawrao HQ (Read: My basement) as is.

I’M HOOOMEEE! Guess who, it’s me, I escaped the Muppets. And by escaped I mean took them into a sewing shop And by escaped, I also mean that the Muppets have now banned me from attending their shows and dropped me off on the street-corner nearby.

Okay, he ran off. I’m back. Anyways, since he got back, he and I have been playing a lot of Don’t Starve Together together (COLON THREE). It’s a really fun game, and it’s basically an escape room of its own, minus there ever being any escape. If you haven’t played Don’t Starve Together, you should, it’s like Mario Party, but more violent. BURN, MAIM, KILL, DESTROY Oh god, he’s using colourful onomatopoeia to convey his need to destroy us!

He’s also pretending to be me when he writes. Those aren’t even onomatopoeia anyways. *ahem* So yes, Don’t Starve Together. Blanketguy and I have a server set up where we play together, we’re currently in late Spring, leading to Summer. We’ve survived about 65 days, and so far it’s going horribly. He’s set up a lovely base, a nice farm and is generally speaking very well prepared. Then you have me, Wendy, running around aimlessly attempting to collect enough logs to just have a fire going. He’s definitely better at the game than I am. We’ve had several strange encounters, such as the large infestation of mooses/gooses (Meese/geese?) near every reliable food source aside from our base. There was also the surprise Varg attack, I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT A VARG IS from when I was trying to find a new Koalaphant friend for Gunter and Jerome (the other Koalaphants).  

What I’m trying to get to is that Don’t Starve Together is a very fun game- you can expect to die a lot, and those deaths will always entirely be as a result of your friend’s incompetence. Awful, awful friends.

More time has passed, and I’m still unable to find Blanketguy. The main reason I haven’t found him most likely lies in the fact that I’m yet to leave the Starbucks, mostly because the people at Starbucks informed that they have membership cards and that I can get every tenth drink for free. Why they waited this long to tell me this is beyond me, but what matters is that now, every tenth coffee I have is absolutely free! I’m on my 9th drink now since they gave me the card a couple hours ago, and I’m about to run out of wifi again. I’m gonna go back and get myself a free drink! This is exciting! I’ll be back with news of how it went, dear readers.

I’m on my 11th drink now. The woman working at the counter (I think her name was Blarn) told me that I don’t get a new wifi code if the drink was free. As annoyed as I was by this, I still decided to get another card and save some money. This frustration was amplified when Blarn informed me that I wasn’t allowed another card for at least a week. After telling Blarn that I would take my business elsewhere, the security guard that had been firmly gripping onto my shoulder for the past 17 hours finally loosened his grip on me and instead lifted me up and carried me outside onto the street. The joke’s on them, though. Just wait until they see my Yelp review. I’m just sitting on the pavement outside the store, I’m still getting one bar with which to use to write this post.

Blanketguy, if you’re out there, wherever you are, I want you to know that I’m okay. I’m surviving. I’m going to be okay. I will find you. Wait no heck quick click post the security guard is coming back out for me okay bye guys wish me luck.

Now, this. This right here! This is an ask!

Firstly, I must say, I’m loving the profile picture, much better than all those anon people. Anyway, the reason is because if we look at a piece of paper, A4, and white, we’re scattering the light in a bunch of different directions, which means that technically if you bent a paper in exactly the right way, you could turn it into a mirror. I say technically because much like some of my robbery plans, they work a lot better in theory, because there are A LOT of ways this could go wrong. trust me, I spent an entire evening driving Creebs mad by replacing all the mirrors in BAWRAO HQ with paper. I even drew people on them. stick-people. He was fooled for the first 5 minutes, but then Blue Playstation stopped laughign at him and told him.

But enough of that, The thing is, essentially, all things that aren’t mirrors have a microscopic imperfection in them. it’s comparable to dropping a bouncy ball on a flat floor. it bounces back. that’s our mirror. but if we drop it on something jagged and randomly arranged, much like Creebs’ art project, we find that the bouncy ball bounces in a lot of different directions. it’s really hard to catch.

So, it’s the same with paper and mirrors, if you have a opaque white surface, and polish it enough, then it becomes a mirror.

what if we tried more mirrors?

You again? I thought I left you at the plane-cost experiments, why are you still here? Okay, more mirrors it is. now that I’ve answered your ask, I’m just goign to ramble about mirrors until I get bored or hungry. Firstly, if you fill a box with mirrors on all the sides, and close the lid (which is also a mirror, thank you for asking Jerry, now stop bringing anime into this, your “mirror knight” doesn’t matter here, go away) then you get an interesting phenomenon, which I have dubbed “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”Yeah. The thing about is, is that we can’t perfectly find out what it looks like, because whatever we’d need to capture an image would ruin the illusion, and invisibility is a whole new jar of giant world-eating worms.

however, it usually breaks the matrix. imagine everything you see, reflected off everythign you see, and never diminished, just trapped light in a box. if you’ve ever tried putting two mirrors between eachother, the hallway you see, would continue to stretch seamlessly out in every direction of you, infinite clones of yourself. Now that, is a good crew for a bank-robbery, someoen you CAN trust. someone who knows how to handle a breadstick and doesn’t mess up the lookout duty

What if we tried more mirrors?

WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? I got this. Now, I will proceed to explain what colour mirrors truly are. they actually aren’t white. they’re a lightish tinge of green, it’s very slight and completely unnoticable in jsut one mirror, but the thing is, when you get two mirrors, and have them reflect their reflection, at around the 7th reflection, it’s actually slightly noticable, which would be a non-real reflection and is REALLY hard to explain, especially with a refraction diagram, there are A LOT of lines and arrows. Now that, is why mirrors are scary

What if we tried more mirrors?

No more mirrors. however, mirrors have the capablity to mess with the universe in a major way. All you need is two uncharged mirrors (or metallic plates) in a vacuum, placed a few micrometers apart. Make sure there is no external electromagnetic field, and here comes the Casimir effect, which is a physical force arising from a quantized field between the two mirrors. This quantum electrodynamic force produces a mass-negative region of space-time between the mirrors, which could stabilize a wormhole, and allow faster-than-light travel. Theoretically, you could travel to the past, but not the future.

and I’m not kidding about that, mirros allow FTL travel AND time travel. So, you could find out who stole your breadsticks, but not see who is goign to steal your breadsticks. I’ll find you, future breadstick thief. someday.

So, what did you do today? I stared at mirrors until I started seeing things

Today, I awoke being carried by Blanketguy up a cliffside. He neglected to inform me as to why we were climbing up the aforementioned cliff, but I've managed to piece together _______________________________________________________________

SUPRISE CENSORSHIP!_______________________________________________________________ Well, Blanketguy found me, I'm not allowed to tell you why we were climbing up the cliff or even look at the cliff, much less discuss or acknowledge the existence of the cliff. Blanketguy does not believe in cliffs, and thusly we can conclude that the aforementioned geological structure that I shall no longer discuss does, in fact, not exist, and it never did. However, you know how little I care about those rules Blanketguy tries to set, as he has no authority to be making rules. I'm gonna go just talk about the lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Sed at ante. Mauris eleifend, quam a vulputate dictum, massa quam dapibus leo, eget vulputate orci purus ut lorem. In fringilla mi in ligula. Pellentesque aliquam quam vel dolor.

After some fun times (read: death is whimsical today) trying to call a taxi so that I could get the hell outta this place, I sat down, finally free, only to find that Blanketguy was sitting right next to me, and that the bus was actually going to the local mall (which was very confusing as last I checked I had already told the taxi driver to take me to the nearest airport, the sudden warp in reality I can only attribute to this strange land that Blanketguy heralds from). Once we arrived at the mall (and I walked out of the bus, dazed and confused), he knocked me out once again, waking me up by  dropping ice down the back of my shirt once we were seated in a chocolate shop he liked. After stealing all of the cutlery we were given with the pancakes he had ordered, he proceeded to refer to me as 'sweetheart' for the rest of the meal's conversation, only stopping to ask the table next to us if they had any sugar packets left, as he had eaten them all.