Subject: Well...
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Posted on: 2012-03-07 04:13:00 UTC
I can't manage to reconcile the fact that somewhere, Zelda CD-I has happened for real.
I just can't.
Therefore I must stick to my theory of "non-rule-breaking-probabilities" to avoid being driven insane by the awfulness.
So wait- something like Mass Effect or Halo could still happen in a few hundred years? Hang on, why would I want The Covenant and The Reapers killing everyone?
But cool theory.
Welll....
First off that's... that actually has nothing to do with how string theory works. At all.
Also, (at least under our current understanding of the universe,) some things just aren't possible in a physical medium. No matter how much "sufficiently advanced technology" you throw at things, a pony with wings the size of chicken's is never, ever, going to hit Mach 5. No, not even if you invoke nanotechnology.
Sorry to be the nasty downer in the happy party, but I just can't see some of the magic stories working. :(
And therefore, every badfic that has ever been written exists... Including all the legendary badfics. And this means there is an infinite number of Mary Sues, and an infinite amount of versions of the PPC.
Well shit. She does. The Fandom Space Mission has never been so important, then!
I have used this excuse billions of times to prove my fangirly theory that, YES, THERE IS A GALIFREY, GODDAMNIT.
It has comforted me in the many dark times of wishing for the Doctor.
It is commendable for someone on such a ho-hum, unfantastic world to have finally figured it out. It's not every day one of the Lesser Worlds sees a spark of wisdom without the assistance of magic. However, each individual world must never become aware of the others, or of the greater World. I'm going to have to kill you and everyone who saw this thread now.
Have a good day.
(—doctorlit, who fears this may read as more morbid than he intended and is obviously kidding about the killing thing)
It doesn't blow my mind because I know that we'll never even come close to contacting other universes at all, yet alone within my lifetime.
I don't remember where I saw this, but the best argument I've seen was that you can have an infinite number of apples and still not have a single orange. A parallel world where I was born male? Not much of a stretch. A parallel world where I'm living under Nazi rule? Scary, but still plausible. A parallel world where I can crush the skulls of annoying customers with a single thought? Not gonna find that one.
I can't manage to reconcile the fact that somewhere, Zelda CD-I has happened for real.
I just can't.
Therefore I must stick to my theory of "non-rule-breaking-probabilities" to avoid being driven insane by the awfulness.
... isn't the Sweeper's entire point that actually, everything-that-can-happen doesn't? I seem to remember Sam Vimes not killing his wife. So it's okay - allowances can be made for things which are stupid not happening, while keeping the awesome ones.
(And somewhere a real Justin Agent, not-the-DIO-there's-no-such-thing-hahaha, is reading this exact post through quantum fluctuations and wondering if he needs to do anything...)
hS
The exact words are: "There is nowhere, however huge the multiverse is, where Sam Vimes as he is now has murdered Lady Sybil."(Character Rupture in a nutshell)
If my interpretation is correct, this means that the universe abides by certain laws and that there are certain things that simply can't happen, implying a certain degree of fate.
It's just that in my mind, fiction is fiction and will never be real.
Your passage is firmly anchored in our reality. It's like something that you can find in a diary entry.
LotR was written as fiction and intended to be interpreted as fiction. Rings of power, elves, dragons, and the like do not exist in our reality, and cannot exist either. One can write them convincingly, like Mr. Tolkien, but at the end of the day, he has written a fantasy series and thus his world cannot be directly compared to our own.
...woah. This has just gotten metaphysical.
Would you allow the existence of an England where Jane Marple and Hercule Poirot solve murders? A star system where Mal Reynolds smuggles on the fringes of the law? A... er... something else where something else not-physics-violating happens?
hS, sticking to the Rule Of Three if it kills him
...if it was written with the intent of being fiction, then it should be appreciated as such.
It's not that I don't have an imagination, it's more like I alternate between two states of mind: serious and non-serious. I guess I'm stuck on serious mode when trying to think these types of situations out.
The day the PPC Board can't handle a debate is the day a debate goes unhandled on the PPC Board!
hS
You, sir, have inserted the barrel of your magical fandom revolver into my ear and BLOWN MY MIND.
I have always wished that the Hetalia nations were real. Possibilities...
However, it also means that somewhere incomprehensibly far away, there is another planet, precisely like Earth down to the position of every last atom of gold, where the only difference is that I am a neo-Nazi. And that frightens me a little.
I watch C-Span a lot. I'm pretty sure I've seen Alfred in the gallery a couple times, looking BORED TO TEARS. XD
But seriously. I like this idea a LOT. That means that everything wonderful I've dreamed of not only *can* happen, but already has somewhere.
And that person isn't you. It's someone who happens to share your genetic code, but hasn't had the experiences that make you you.
I'm pretty sure I spotted him in the crowd during the 2010 White House Correspondence dinner, laughing at Seth Meyers' jokes.
The more you look, the more it's obvious that world history makes no sense because the nations are idiots.
*Looks down at food* You haven't put this into practice, have you?
Oh, you son of a-
Still have to kill the first one with that rifle.
I thought it had to be fired only from its bipod, though. Well, one of my Agents owns an M82A1, and is going to use it in his next mission. He's going to fire it from a prone position with bipod unfolded, as he's not very muscular.