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{First Person Shooter} A “pussy” is a character or player which has been shot but survives, either once or several times—the “Pussy” then becomes a priority target for other teams, and the successful assasination results in a large bounty, plus the team leader of the opposition g team's automatic annex of the team in which the Pussy belonged to—the Pussy is technically the defacto team leader, however, will usually still allocate decision making to the Captain, who protects the Pussy by keeping them guarded, and it is important that the Captain consult with the pussy remotely, as not to put the team at risk. The Pussy is given such decoration and power because of their “purple heart” status, and the ability to find special missions, objects, weapons, and portals within the game world the other team players cannot see or do not have access to. There is typically only one Pussy per team, as due to the high bounty, they are quickly ‘offed', the captain losing their status as the team merges with the team who successfully offed the pussy—however, the Captain is then given an ultimatum to return to his status by Avenging, other players given the option to kill the Captain of their own team for higher stakes, which will take the players into higher rankings than that of which they were demoted from before the Pussy's offing, however, the players also have an option to deny joining the revolt, which may result in the former opposing team captain's assasination, and savaging of the captains posessions, weapons, and status— the reason for denial of joining the result simply being that the player will lose their ranking, and safety of being on the larger team, under the safety of the formerly opposing team's flag. In Enter The Multiverse — Wait, who else has been shot besides apparently CC? DILLON You've been SHOT? CC Yeah! Didn't you see that hole in my butt?! DILLON Everyone has a hole in their butt! CC I meant my cheeks! DILLON What—? Oh. I thought those were just cute little dimples. CC Yes, The left cheek naturally has a dimple— DILLON — CC the right cheek though, has a bullet wound in it! DILLON That's…asymmetrical CC I was asymmetrical, then I got shot— DILLON That's—what?! CC Funny how shit works sometimes, DJ. what is your life. It's your life, but backwards— which is why I'm not a famous DJ, I'm just your friend. That's—yeah— Now, come on. We gotta go get this fucking Pussy. That's—- [obviously, JIMMY FALLON is a pussy.] Correct SKRILLEX is a pussy. Fair. Is Idk, we'll figure it out. Go back to that other thing. Which other. The other thing. The other thing. At that party…or rather, kind of—after. That acid that never hit Beyoncé I don't feel it. Man, I'm a terrible influence(r) Just take it. Nah, I'm good— PUSSY. -_- Give me three. K. —suddenly hits BEYONCÉ. BEYONCÉ …I got this. [BEYONCE] however, does not Ohh, shit. — “got this.” A very stranded, very sober Johnny depp stumbles upon what appears to be a college frat party, where the only thing they have is light beer, and nobody even recognizes him as a celebrity, because the attendees are all gen z What's even after gen z? The fucking apocalypse. Anyway. The acid hits Beyoncé on her way to make coffee, which extends the trip from the living room to the kitchen infinitely. Multidimensional Anne Hathaway hulks the fuck out and saves the day by ruining everything, which actually fixes everything— and *spoiler* helps Jesus to remain as the king of kings at beer pong. Lol In the late 90s in New York City, the keystone cast of Saturday night live learns of each other's formerly sexret psychic abilities, and uses the radio technologies of Rockefeller plaza to develop a research center for the telepathically gifted, eventually discovering and perfecting time travel. Supacree (the kid version) appears in and out of her ideal and desired realities, baffling ‘the Hollywood people' and later ‘the New York people', becoming the legendary central figure of the Illuminati, as the original timepiece — a pyramid shaped extra terrestrial vehicle which contains an ascended hyper conciousness, which I can't remember how it goes, did the supacree leave to find the Skrillex, or was it the other way around? I think it was both ways at some point, but the whole thing was this, just in case I never wrote it but just saw— These space god (humanoid evolved) are some kind of scientists/ doctors— there are four timepieces, each representing an era upon our planet; earth, which is distant but sacred— these four time pieces each depart their given “docs” in time to appear on earth at specific Fuck this is hard to explain Times in history, at which the first worlds, or previous human eras were known to have been destroyed— these time pieces travel through time space with the full record of these events in order to alert the current human era of its imminent doom, as an attempt to prevent such disasterous events, typically war, which will lead to the annihilation of the human species; these Gods, one male and one female, a king and queen, a married couple are the rules of the humankind, technically worshiped as a whole as one God, with whom the human design was modeled after, however, the true source of all things is the cosmos, known and unknown, in its totality—neither man or woman, but the force of creation. Anyway, what else is happening Oh. All of the celebrities are stuck in— [the festival project] in some way, shape, or form until its creator finishes it—and though it in itself is infinite, its 'finishing' notates its eventual production, which lol. That never going to happen. Because. Let's face it. I'm scared of …rich people. Yeah, sure. Yeah. I'm scared of The effect of the race war, which has been to pit the white woman against the black woman, which allows and maintains the continuation of war mongering male dominance over the entire planet, which remains as a destructive force of greed, racism, and inequality. So why try? Hi, I'm looking for—James Cannon? I'm James Cannon. Really? Your name is James? Yes. Oh..hah. That's funny. I had an uncle named Tracy once—I thought that was weird. I guess this is sort of like that. No, it's not, Well, anyway, here. What's this? You've been served. Of course. Later, James! “Haha” —Now it's funny. Gotcseven stops to just sit in this Listening to some nigga with a list speak in Spanish Something's been different since cooking with Jimmy Something's been different, I cooked up chaos Instead of ambition I cooked up a job, But is a crock pot, I got a long time to let it simmer I remember trying to remember, But couldn't get back there Not ever Sucks like a penis Or wishes them with one is, Huh? Nevermind, ye is back Nevermind, the K is whack I might as well just smoke some crack Go back to that hole The coffee's not cold, but the cup is old I think it might have rusted… That shit is diagusting and I should trust it, but trust me It's money over nothing Fuck New York I think this show's about to go back on line You think I'm late but I'm right on time With 9 cold opens I don't know him No, Don't open the drawer up! Don't go there' You fuckin poser Check my posters, I'm the dopest hope out of nowhere She got them Tights with the hearts, Them Patent leather platform Mary Jane's I know you hate me, baby But can you blame me? I'm just a toy in your basement! Your bitch is basic Watch your tv out it s for they become words Watch your words, for they become actions Watch your actions, for they become habits Watch your m habits, for they become your character. Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny What we think, we become. Cool. Apparently I'm about to become Skrillex Beyoncé And Jimmy Fallon. That's…that's cool with me. Joyce Meyers “A Brief history of the future” {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.