I think the next moments of my life were the most intense ever. Well,
if I remembered more of the scattered bits and pieces that were the
photos which represented that odd time.
The first thing that I noticed was the lack of air. Then the judges stunned faces as they scribbled down notes which i definitely took pride in, sure that they were writing the winner, yours truly. The sense of great pride was crushed by the fact that we were about to get crushed by a burning ball that almost looked like a man in a spacesuit. I, coming back to my senses pushed the "go back" button a bit too late. I think. All I can remember was the extreme heat that can only be caused by meteorites still burning.
I have some experience with them as I was looking for experimental materials including some ones that were pretty strange, like radium, for example. We went back into the good old atmosphere and I soon discovered that the "human meteorite" came with us as it blew a hole in P.U.B. and went flying into a science project about a amazing sturdy metal.
I realized that I might have some competition as the amazingly sturdy metal spilt the meteorite in two and stopped it with a "shield" that had been made to show the metals uses. As the meteorite cooled down, I had grabbed a sheet of the amazing metal which, on second thought, looked a awful lot like iron infused with aluminum.
Huh. In hindsight, I probably should of treated the meteorite more carefully as slightly molten objects have a way of burning through the floor. I put the meteorite on my practically sacred building table for P.U.B. and walked away without setting my eyes off the meteorite, and I thought this was a crazy thought but I thought that the meteorite would turn into a human.
After that,the next couple days passed with me getting 29 interviews, my eyes bloodshot because of the blinding light of all those photos flashing, and my arms worn out from pushing the cameramen,reporters and news hosts as they swarmed me 24/7. I was, in short, a mess. But, like a bunch of bugs that plan to terrify you, the news hosts, cameramen, and reporters left for fresher news giving all the time in the world to think about the meteorite and what I should do with it.
I first planned to sell it, but putting "meteorite from parallel universe" on ebay or craigslist wouldn't have people jumping up and down giving piles of money for it. The second idea was to have it inspected by experts, but they'd tell everyone and the government would take it. I looked at the rock hopefully, staring at it like if I looked long enough it would give me a better idea. It sizzled a bit, but it just stopped leaving me to do nothing but ponder.
Then I came up with a third idea: take it back to its proper place in space by using P.U.B. and letting it go, with probably a spacesuit because I was pretty sure I was in space.
I loved the idea and immediately thought of a quick power source: the meteorite itself. So I grabbed the sheet of the amazing metal which my opponent gave to me as a souvenir and took the meteorite down to the "engine" of P.U.B.I afterward discovered that putting the extreme heat of the ever-cooling meteorite next to any part of P.U.B. would make it meld with anything close by. I tried to shove it in to the power source quickly so that nothing would meld, and it worked. Sort of.
The electricity caused who-knows-what to happen and I got electrocuted which was painful but confirmed 2 things: one that the radium was still in there, powering the machine and that both the meteorite and the amazing metal were conductors. As you must know, when somebody receives a whole lot of pain, they usually faint. I'm one of those people, so when I finally woke up, I saw that so much power had been possessed in the meteorite that all the wires had been attracted to the meteorite and stuck.
But even more amazing was the fact that even in these harsh conditions some- was it moss? was growing on the meteorite and showed no sign of dying either. If I had given the moss to a expert they would have stared at me with wonder and asked where in the universe did I get it, and then they'd probably go mad because I had given them a prehistoric plant which (as you may have guessed) no longer exi- well, a bit of it still does in my new house which I never say where it is! "CA,5569 Thomson street" WHO SAID THAT?!
"And now it's time for a commercial break.Tune in again with Simon and I as we figure out who said the address and how to calm Simon down."
"brought to you by sleep train, a ticket to a way worse night's sleep. wait, did I say that correctly?Oh well."
made by a man maybe obsessed smiley faces. His name is Luke Demeter-Willison
The first thing that I noticed was the lack of air. Then the judges stunned faces as they scribbled down notes which i definitely took pride in, sure that they were writing the winner, yours truly. The sense of great pride was crushed by the fact that we were about to get crushed by a burning ball that almost looked like a man in a spacesuit. I, coming back to my senses pushed the "go back" button a bit too late. I think. All I can remember was the extreme heat that can only be caused by meteorites still burning.
I have some experience with them as I was looking for experimental materials including some ones that were pretty strange, like radium, for example. We went back into the good old atmosphere and I soon discovered that the "human meteorite" came with us as it blew a hole in P.U.B. and went flying into a science project about a amazing sturdy metal.
I realized that I might have some competition as the amazingly sturdy metal spilt the meteorite in two and stopped it with a "shield" that had been made to show the metals uses. As the meteorite cooled down, I had grabbed a sheet of the amazing metal which, on second thought, looked a awful lot like iron infused with aluminum.
Huh. In hindsight, I probably should of treated the meteorite more carefully as slightly molten objects have a way of burning through the floor. I put the meteorite on my practically sacred building table for P.U.B. and walked away without setting my eyes off the meteorite, and I thought this was a crazy thought but I thought that the meteorite would turn into a human.
After that,the next couple days passed with me getting 29 interviews, my eyes bloodshot because of the blinding light of all those photos flashing, and my arms worn out from pushing the cameramen,reporters and news hosts as they swarmed me 24/7. I was, in short, a mess. But, like a bunch of bugs that plan to terrify you, the news hosts, cameramen, and reporters left for fresher news giving all the time in the world to think about the meteorite and what I should do with it.
I first planned to sell it, but putting "meteorite from parallel universe" on ebay or craigslist wouldn't have people jumping up and down giving piles of money for it. The second idea was to have it inspected by experts, but they'd tell everyone and the government would take it. I looked at the rock hopefully, staring at it like if I looked long enough it would give me a better idea. It sizzled a bit, but it just stopped leaving me to do nothing but ponder.
Then I came up with a third idea: take it back to its proper place in space by using P.U.B. and letting it go, with probably a spacesuit because I was pretty sure I was in space.
I loved the idea and immediately thought of a quick power source: the meteorite itself. So I grabbed the sheet of the amazing metal which my opponent gave to me as a souvenir and took the meteorite down to the "engine" of P.U.B.I afterward discovered that putting the extreme heat of the ever-cooling meteorite next to any part of P.U.B. would make it meld with anything close by. I tried to shove it in to the power source quickly so that nothing would meld, and it worked. Sort of.
The electricity caused who-knows-what to happen and I got electrocuted which was painful but confirmed 2 things: one that the radium was still in there, powering the machine and that both the meteorite and the amazing metal were conductors. As you must know, when somebody receives a whole lot of pain, they usually faint. I'm one of those people, so when I finally woke up, I saw that so much power had been possessed in the meteorite that all the wires had been attracted to the meteorite and stuck.
But even more amazing was the fact that even in these harsh conditions some- was it moss? was growing on the meteorite and showed no sign of dying either. If I had given the moss to a expert they would have stared at me with wonder and asked where in the universe did I get it, and then they'd probably go mad because I had given them a prehistoric plant which (as you may have guessed) no longer exi- well, a bit of it still does in my new house which I never say where it is! "CA,5569 Thomson street" WHO SAID THAT?!
"And now it's time for a commercial break.Tune in again with Simon and I as we figure out who said the address and how to calm Simon down."
"brought to you by sleep train, a ticket to a way worse night's sleep. wait, did I say that correctly?Oh well."
made by a man maybe obsessed smiley faces. His name is Luke Demeter-Willison
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