Buttshit Mastermind??????????????

Use the existing ridiculous scenario as a template for the new universe, but scaled up way big. A dome of air with a chunk of continent, floating through the void, with the colossal corpse of a NÜRD to feed whatever springs to life on the surface of LAND. A MASTERMIND COROPSE floats in the air, casting heat and warmth upon the LAND, and a huge inscrutable metal box with PURE COW jammed in it that your progeny may somehow unlock the secrets of down the track.

>Construct a universe in which a bunch of NERDS collectively develop a medium of narrative online experiences via network-situated resources with textual and/or visual elements.

Rebuild The Universe, But it's 11 minutes ago, and you've Already Got The Reality Stabilising machine With Cow. Or, Like. REbuilts so you're next to the Mastermind, so you slap their beautiful, idiotic face

>create a universe consisting of only the PRIME-NÜRD, let them handle the rest

Rebuild The Universe, But it's 11 minutes ago, and you've Already Got The Reality Stabilising machine With Cow. Or, Like. REbuilts so you're next to the Mastermind, so you slap their beautiful, idiotic face

I think you mean
Rebutts

You...

You know what you must do...

Heh. Look at the huge nürd over there.

How's it feel being a Giant Nürd, nürd?

Heh.

Heh. Look at the huge nürd over there.

How's it feel being a Giant Nürd, nürd?

"It feels...




















Like it was meant to be..."

Awaken.

What an odd dream. It all felt so real...

You just woke up from a particularly deep sleep and aren't thinking straight. It might be wise to take stock of the situation.

Who are you? What are you? How did you end up here?

You are NORBERTT, a lesser-Nürd who was happily enjoying the fine weather with a picnic whilst thoughtfully cloud watching. . .
. . . Alright, cloud watching and seeing if it was true that some clouds were really colonies of telekinetic nürds that decided to fly off one day.
You didn't really believe it when you heard it, but between the nice weather and not wanting to look particularly gullible you decided it would be the perfect time for a picnic/go cloud watching.

You have 4 arms.

Your name is NEIL GARNETTE. You have a variety of INTERESTS. You are skilled with COMPUTERS AND PROGRAMMING LANGUAGES. You play GAMES that meet your expectations or have a deep stake in your CHILDHOOD. You also play the DRUMS, and have become quite good at them. You are an aspiring LAWYER, and as such have a large knowledge of LAWS AND SOCIAL REGULATIONS. Actually, you seem to have large knowledge of PRETTY MUCH FUCKING EVERYTHING, and nobody knows why. Not even yourself. You are proficient in the art of DEBATE, and have on many occasions PROVEN SOMEONE WRONG. Your EYE is covered by a protective PATCH because some GIGANTIC ASSHOLE shot a PAINTBALL at you while walking back home from a SHITTY MOVIE.

Your name is NEIL GARNETTE. You have a variety of INTERESTS. You are skilled with COMPUTERS AND PROGRAMMING LANGUAGES. You play GAMES that meet your expectations or have a deep stake in your CHILDHOOD. You also play the DRUMS, and have become quite good at them. You are an aspiring LAWYER, and as such have a large knowledge of LAWS AND SOCIAL REGULATIONS. Actually, you seem to have large knowledge of PRETTY MUCH FUCKING EVERYTHING, and nobody knows why. Not even yourself. You are proficient in the art of DEBATE, and have on many occasions PROVEN SOMEONE WRONG. Your EYE is covered by a protective PATCH because some GIGANTIC ASSHOLE shot a PAINTBALL at you while walking back home from a SHITTY MOVIE.

I will kiss you with my butthole.

You are Abernathy Kyle. You are a Candy Drake. Many call you sweet, but it sometimes drives you nuts.

You are the SPACE KING and you're pretty sure this whole mess is either the SPACE PRESIDENT or SPACE PRIME MINISTER's fault. Possibly both.

Your name is Jessica De’mur, an 18 year old living here on your uncle’s horse farm for the summer. You’re fucking sick of horses. You can’t believe you used to want to have pony as a child. You were taking a nap under a tree, having stolen away from the Stables for a few hours, only to be awoken by a loud noise from somewhere nearby. Hopefully it wasn’t another fucking horse.