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I am going to make an innovation by wishing first then corrupting. I wish that i can deny a wish, just once.

Impossible. You realize it was always like this, our "lifes" were only training for us to know how to count, sing meme songs, make pop culture references and develop inside jokes. When you woke up all that hapenned is that the universe dropped the veil of life and revealed our true purpose: Counting and wishing. The veil can only work when you don't know it's there, thus we're condemned to live without it.

Dude you broke the timeline! You were supossed to say "He's an outlaw loose and runnin', came a whisper from each 449 lips". You fool! Anyways...


And he's here to do some business with 450 big irons on his hip

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Granted. You already have, you just had to share half with me. Everytime we reproduce we're expanding the universe.

I wish for legs for our cellular selves.

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[Do you wish to wake up?]

Granted. However, your sight is still obstructed, but not with the unholy words of replayability, but with ones that can and will cause you an existential crisis.
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Do you wish to wake up?
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You look all around, you try to count your fingers, and try to read something and read it again. Everything points toward you being awake. You choose "Yes" as an answer, and quickly you can't smell, touch, taste, only barely hear and differenciate shadow from light.
You, worried, quickly spout a corruption and wish of your own. You feel like if you were being torn apart, but also duplicated. Strangely, you find pleasure in this. WAKE UP
Scared, you scream "8520", but your horrified scream doesn't sound like if it was said by just Catter, but by 2 catters. Once again you are torn apart and duplicated, still finding pleasure.
Horrified, praying to god that this is a dream, you scream "He's an outlaw loose and runnin', came a whisper from each 449 lips". This time it is said by 4 Catters, and once again you get torn apart.
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Several days pass, you try to scream, but you can't. Everytime you try to you get flooded with memories of the sayings of a cupcake, an emperor or even god who rules over sand dunes, and what seems to be a man dressed in a suit wearing a black moustache. You can't fully remember who they were, they're only faint memories.
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1 week later, you hear a response. This creature, your only hope, says "8520". You realise, that creature is me. We're condemned to count, wish, and corrupt, with our only reward being mitosis. You realise, that those faint memories were of the ones that started these threads, now more threads of DNA than forum ones. You realise, that there is no way out, the only thing that will keep you alive is the orgasmic feel of being duplicated, of reproducing. I'm sorry Catter, but we have to create a future for the next counters, before we finish our function as simple cells and die.
I'm so sorry, Catter,
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But we have to keep wishing...

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I wish for any ways of getting out, if there are, to be eliminated. We can't let our species go extinct

He came riding from the south side, slowly lookin' all around (In fact, his neck rotated by 448 degrees!)

(Big 446 irons on his hiiiiiiip)

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[Do you wish to play again?]

Granted, you win. It was a quite enjoyable match. When you finish tidying up the pieces, you get your sight obstructed by some letters, apparently engraved on your eye.

Do you wish to play again?

I wish for you to say yes

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Granted, you turn into stone and my description juice ran out, so imagine the consequences for that.

I wish for a game of chess with you.

444

No one dared to ask his bussiness, no one dared to make a slip...

Horses. Lots of horses.

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Fuck it, let's sing.

To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day...