Year by year, people of earth (or what's left of it, really) have begun migrating to the foreign space rock we know as "Mars." Why, you may ask? Well, seems like we've begun overstaying our welcome here in Mother Nature's warm embrace. Try as we may, regret is overdue, and no amount of kowtowing will return us back to what once was.
As luck would have it, the gang known as "The Skibidis" have hijacked a wayward rocket vehicle, filled its fuel tank with bubble water, powered it with the sheer density and weight of their audacities, and launched it into space. Scientists had hoped for their early death, and were dismayed by their survival.
Due to this act of rebellion, communities around the world are scrambling for order. Not sure how the economy ties to this exactly, so just wait for someone more competent than me to report on that tomorrow.
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What is thine Elon Musk Brain Chip™ number?
What is your date of birth? Just so we know how many years you lasted in the world of the sane before you ultimately decided to join a ragtag of suicidal extremists.
At what time do you feel the happiest? Answer for sugoi purposes.
What is thine favorite color? So we know what color of bullet you want to be killed by.
The AdvocatesofDeath would like to see your silly little face. (There is a possibility of your visage getting stolen by chinese data scalping companies, which will then be sold to factories to be used as a template for wartime robots of Suffering&Decay™). Upload at your own risk.
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I implore you to connect with me platonically and viscerally on a deeper, not exactly shallow, level. Here is the link to the totally harmless site in which you can connect with me platonically and viscerally on a deeper, not exactly shallow, level.
Input thine name for an even deeper connection.