Haha. I have devised a seemingly interesting piece of paper which actually contains my writing. HAHA! But you cannot stop reading now, for if you live your life and never finish reading this, you will never be happy, or sad, or alive again. You will be an unfeeling wet piece of concrete. There. I knew I could convince you. Now, onto the stuff that comes after this stuff.
This is the stuff that comes after the stuff you just read. I hope you're enjoying it, it will get even better, I'm sure.
And Now For The Ducks
A duck. I like ducks. They go "Quack"
Another duck. Did you
know that ducks are transdimensional? Really? Oh, well I'll tell
you then. Ducks are transdimensional. This means they can travel
through dimensions. The reason for this is unknown, but there are
many theories. One is that ducks enjoy being torn into little
bits, vanishing, being shoved back together again, and appearing
in another location.
This is not a widely accepted theory.
A popular theory, though, is that ducks are transdimensional because they are stupid. My theory is that ducks have a very loose connection with reality. In fact, they slip out of it very 5.23 seconds. Now, you may ask, if ducks slip out of reality so often, why do I see ducks hanging around for a lot longer than that?
This is because if even a single duck is removed from reality, the entire space-time continuum would collapse in on itself, for it would be unbalanced. Therefore, every time a duck takes a trip to another dimension, it is immediately replaced by a duck from the dimension it is entering. and seeing ducks are rather single-minded, they are doing exactly the same thing. Even if that consists of running away from a three-nostriled Burrblesnugger, which is no longer in their dimension anymore. This may account for the odd behaviour of ducks. It's hard being a duck.
Oh. Now I suppose you want me to write something connected with the main title, the Day of Death eh? Honestly, there is no pleasing you human-type people is there? All right! All right! If you must beg for more...
There really is no day of death. Where there is life, there is Death. He is quite good at it. Death is... forever, everywhere. People die, plants wither, rocks are worn away, planets are drawn into a sun's orbit, and universes go CRUNCH. There is no day for it (despite some American movies where the hero steps out into battle saying "Well, it's a good day to die" and then doesn't die, which is terribly unfair. The other people don't say anything, and they get blown to bits). Death is always there. So is life, if that's any consolation.
Now I will draw my token dragon into this journal entry. Dragons are like ducks. No, they don't go "quack". They are transdimensional. But much cooler. Dragons inhabit all universes at one and the same time which often results in them being hard to see. Only gifted people (and people who blink very, very quickly) can see them. To become gifted, all you have to do is percieve that there is an entire universe out there, and whether it exists or not, we are a part of it, even if we don't exist either.