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YOu are in a empty room...
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<style: "">(text-rotate: -15)+(text-style: "expand")+(text-style: "outline")[The Egg of Aeons]
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whant art thou do?
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[[Eat it]]
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[[Suck the egg]]
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[[Leave the egg alone, please]]
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Also what is your name by the way
Your time is Running out fast: look at the times here:
(live: 0.01s)[(text: time)]This is the map:
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(goto: "Start")It cranches withingst you toothular jaw. A poultry scrangle is heard from its crackalackious shell exterion. It feel so food but hurts down deep inside thyour soul and //seed//. There is no going back. The egg plumments inexorably downward pulled soward the vast voidic lagoon of your stomach. The hunger is so intence that for a moment it becomes undefined in human langudge. Then you consume and gain it's eternal powers.
The enxsperiance leaves you positively bopfundled on a spiritual level.
However, you are now ''STRONG'', and can take on any challenge you might wish that even so far as existes in the multiversal plane.
[[Transform into Obama and eat Trump's ass in a poetic artpiece and then upload the 25-hour .webm onto rule34.org->Eat ass]]
[[Fly one quadrillion miles into the sky->Fly]]
[[Jump off the counter and do some gay shit]]You suckle upon in and it is beautiful betwongst your mouths. It almost makes you want to press it further, perhaps down your esomphagus,,,
[[cOnSUeme->Eat it]]
[[Leave the egg alone, please]] Very politely, you permit the egg its peace and quiet, which of which the right they have been endowed mby the god of Rotund shapes: Thiccio.
Suddently, in a flash of light and cum, ''Thiccio himself'' spawns before you!!!
//"I am very impressed with your renstraint, mortal! Not many could resist the palpable thicculosity of the Egg of Aeons. You have my respect for not disturbing its slumber. Right now, it is busy downloading 5 NiggaBytes of thicc anime thighs from the heavenly aether. It would have been catastrophouns to lose that."//
You nod during his monologue.
[["I am honoured to meet you here in this fine sewer, O Thiccio."]]
[[Eat the egg anyway as Thiccio watches in horror.]]
[[Dab]]You body begins to morph, growing darker and darker shades of brown, your voice begins to shift into a pretty good Obama impression, and the sewer around you convulses and reshapes itself into the white how. Now you are there, and you are Obama. Opposite to you stands none other than the real Domald Trunp himself. His byoeutiful golden locks waft gently in the wind. In his eyes, you see sparkles of a vast ocean, captivating you. In the ocean, there lies a continent. America, it is called, and it is great. You feel that everything will be fine, and gain a deep inner peace caressing your soul.
[[How is his hair waving in the wind if we're inside???]]
[[Apply the lube.]]With a simple jaunt you launch up into the heavens. Faster and faster, approaching light speed, then surpassing it indeed. All of space and time flashes before your eyes, and before you know it, you're there:
''upp''
But your immense speed has left the fabric of the universe irreversably mangled. No longer is there the structure that brought life forth in this sphere of existence. And so, the interminable termination encroaches, undeterred. Soon, you too shall be consumed.
Alas, your hubris has met you.
END
(display: "Restart")Double-click this passage to edit it.Thiccio laughs warmly at your politness. He slaps you gently on the back, breaking almost 27 bones.
//"You know what, good fellow, I like you! No homo tho. Say, how abount I give you this ''Amulet of Good Shit''? I have but one request. You must have gay homosex coitus with me."//
[["I'll just take the amulet, thanks."]]
[[remove pant]]You try to eat the egg, butt Thiccio butts in immediately and sends you to the shadow realm for 1 eternity.
You grow a really long beard.
Eventually, you find that the shadow realm is not completely sealed shut. There is a door labeled "Entrance".
[[Go through the door]]
[[Go through the door, BACKWARDS]]Thiccio fucking ''explodes''.
Your immesurable swag transcends space and time. Your godly form surpasses that even of Enus, god of [asses]<ass|, and Nibba, god of darkness. As such, you take the throne of the Pantheon, and thus becomest ruler of an that is in existanche. Yens. You are omnimpotent
(click: ?ass)[ (replace: ?ass)[donkeys] ]
[[Establish world peace]]
[[Do a backflip]]
[[Create a rock that its creator cannot lift.]]Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.//"Uh, okay, guess I can't really slide in those pant if there's no consant, as my dad used to tell me every night."//
He hands you the amulent.
//"But if you ever finna want this D, call me"// he say, while inscribing [his phone number]<num| onto the amulet, even though phones don't exist.
(click: ?num)[(replace: ?num)[''the number 5'']]
With that, he disappears into a fine misty cloud of cum, fertilizing all the plants in the sewer. The puff is acompanied with what sounds like smooth jazz being played on a truck speeding away from you. You look down at the amulet.
//i guess good things will happen now...?//
[[Good things happen now]]Before you're able to unzip, Thiccio has already recognized your willingness, and evaporated your pantaloons. Like a bull, he charges towards you, his phallus fully erect. Tendrils protrude from the aether around you, tugging on your body, lifting it in the air, and reorienting your it for optimal anal penetration.
Like a train, Thiccio smacks his pelvis against your rear, shattering your ''boipucci'' into the 18th dimension. Space and time contort in a freakish ballet, and all your bodyparts are obfuscated and then healed again instantly by celestial magic.
You are codefined in divine love for hours that feel like eons. Finally, a grand orgasm is promulged to the world in a vast harmonic moan.A big load of money falls on top of you. Killing you instantly.
(display: "Restart")Uhh, maybe the window is just open? Idunno.
Wait, no, this doesn't make any sense. Everyone knows the windows are fake in order to block electromagnetic illuminati waves. And how does he even fit an entire continent in his eyes? Did you eat the wrong egg? Maybe it was a poisonous decoy?
[[Force gag reflex.]]
[[Fuck it, I'm going to die. Apply the lube anyway.->Apply the lube.]]You squirt some water-based all natural lubricant onto your finger. It glistens in the sunlight, and the subtle scent dances daintily with the odor of morning dew. As the water evaporates ever so slowly, a soft -120dB crackle can be heard.
Trump has already disrobed. He stands bent over against the desk, tush facing toward you. He looks over his shoulder with an knowing smile. You turn to him, matching his gaze, feeling it sear into your heart, ebrious from this cosmic meeting.
As you stand before this vast hindquarter, now inches from your face, you find it difficult not to tremble at the sight of it. Regardless, you press on, using one hand to drape aside a buttock, revealing the dilapitated sphincter, its visage having much in the way of a coral reef, winding in fractal manner, without any clear definition. A truely mesmerizing vision.
With your other hand, you slowly bring a lubed up finger to the anus, and as it makes contact, the coldness make Trump reflexively clench up all around his body, his flesh wobbling and trembling about, shifting in ways one would not expect from a human body.
Seeing the amorphous mass of his asshole shudder, you feel compelled to whisper sweet words of assurance into it. And so you tell it a tale of your adventures, concluding with the moral that one should never be fearful. In fact, you continue to tell it several stories, many thousands of stories. So many stories that you run out of memories and have to imagine other worlds. Yes. You tell this sphincter, in succession, every sensible string of sentences any sentient spirit shall ever conceive.
And so eternity comes. The anus knows all.
The egg has poisoned you. You drop dead on the floor.
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(display: "Restart")Dreading the worst, you take your hand and shove it down your mouth. Quickly grasping at your uvula, and squinching it to and fro. Trump tries to stop you, but he simply fazes through you, promptly melting into a puddle of pungent cofveve. A whisper can be heard, //"I loved you..."//, fading away. The room too falls apart, putting you in a dark void. Perfect darkness and quiet surrounds you. The only sound is your frantic gagging as your extremity rummages around the back of your throat.
Finally, your body convulses. A shudder retches into a wave. The egg tries to claw its way back in, but you manage to deterge it out whole. It slumps onto the floor and melts into a vile chunky liquid.
You fall onto the floor, and enter a deep slumber.
Time passes.
You feel a faint warmth.
[[Wake up.]][[Start over?->Start]]Double-click this passage to edit it.