#sesili

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Chapter One: You are FUCKING DOOMED, YOU IDIOT So something fucking terrible happened to you, because you're a fucking idiot who brought it upon yourself/deserve it/I got the opportunity to do it to you. And now you have the bright fucking idea that you're going to fucking go into the past and change it. Wrong, FUCKFACE You're going to go about it like a complete fucking idiot and hand yourself a fucking note, and that's going to fucking change everything because then you do everything differently. And that's all well and good because you're an idiot who deserved to die, and you're fucking doomed because you did that. Think back to the past. Did you experience yourself showing up and handing yourself a note? No, of fucking course not. So that creates a divergence, and paradox space hates divergences. Paradox space loves rich, healthy, stable loops.  Like Katara's magnificent hair loops. Mmmmm Katara. Anyways, There is one fucking alpha timeline. Stay Alpha. Make Stable Loops. Don't go back in time and change what you've seen. Change the circumstances. Fine, Fuckface mcfuckerton fell off a cliff and disappeared, and all you want to do is grab that mealy face and squat buckets with him! Well then, make a mental fucking note, live your fucking life, and then come back and be the reason that that fucker disappeared. Fly by where you wouldn't have seen, grab that greasy moltling on the fall and throw him into a fucking cave or some shit and rub your pink monkey organs around on each other to your humours pumpulator's content. If you don't change the past up to the present as you have experienced, that's your best chance of Staying Alpha. If what happened in the past could still conceivably be the past of your present, you might still be the Alpha. Stay Alpha. Of course, you are a fucking idiot, so you will doom yourself. Or rather, a statistically insignificant amount of you won't. Most of you fucking idiots are going to blithely doom yourself no matter how much you try. Which brings ourselves to chapter fucking two: Making something of your goddamned doomed self.