WHAT IS THE HELL HAPPENING?

Pick your lick or die picking a pic from a pack waiver pocket pick.

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Your wish?

“I want those little golden bells I scrub with stainless steel fibers at work, to…” Something might have been missing, for the circulatory confusion in his very deep valleys where for naught. “no sticky rice inside.”

Do you not kid me, boy?

“Yes.”

Like...you are?

A little too tall and a little too white Spanish/Mexican looking boy exercised the muscles in his face and quirked the corners of his mouth upwards. “I finaliz my pick.” Gastly, foggy, trains of, tough, white smoke in the form of numbers and letters dissipated into millions of drifting thin flakes, some of which had no evident color... actually none had color...or was it just me?

What a disappointment. For being the first chance selected individual to collect such a bountiful pool of good luck. I-...What a waste.

“Good, now I can go to work.” The young childish man shouted and shouted while looking around with playful eyes. “Good, now I can go to work.” The well-dressed people of society looked at him and barked curses and insults, but none faced the man, of course, he was made of metal.

With a redshirt tight around his chest muscles and his biceps he moved his hands inside of his pockets and hopped into the ceiling of a car. “FORWARDS" He pointed.

The cars where empty...everything was empty, nothing was there…

0______________butum!________BUTUM!______oh, yeahhh._____________________________0

Millions of glassy photographs adorned the lined streets of Welmromm city, some were of running children, others of dancing old ladies and a few...too few of laughing young fathers. Some things just never changed no matter how much you tried and began to reveal.

“Hello, Yam my tilted friend, I have the perfect present for you in one little package my friend.” One of the many dirty and ripped up photos adorning the streets shined brightly with a blue aqua light and the laughing man pressed on the paper dirtied with tints of indifferent colors came to life.

“HahahahahahahahahahahahahhHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.” It almost sounded automatic and distorted, but who cared, everyone was never, ever there. The apparition grew, and grew in detail and came out of the paper like a blue bloody virus.

It had waited long enough.

“That looks so cute on you.” Two soft hands, filled with scars and hard work after hard work put a crown on the dad's pineapple-shaped head. “That's better.” The childish man spun on the tip of his toes and propulsed himself with the power of a bomb into the air. “BOOMMMMMM!”

From a distance an exploding orb of flames about 2 kilometers wide and 1 kilometer long, spread outward, covering the city in a catastrophic ring of fire. A tiny dot came out from the head of the fire Into the air. The photographs adorning the metal streets burned into Ash and left, never to be seen again.

Jumping ability reached level 76.

‘I had to be dreaming, for the seventy-six came with me and made me see the world from the high above.It was lovely and completely immature, but I had a section to do and do, and so I would do it with gusto’

As the young lad came to the pinnacle of his accent he grabbed onto the air and propulsed himself with a second explosion to true North, beyond the damaged city and into the clean complex suburbs.

'If I had understood my little tempo, I would have known what I had obliged myself to. I just did not have a mind to accept the acceleration that left me gasping and heaving, giving a tiny ball of excrement.’

The tint dot fell from the sky like a comet and ripped through the roof of his workplace: A Chinese restaurant. “Gatta move, Gotta move.” Pictures of the typical old Koreans, Chinese, Mexican, Americans shined brightly and illuminated the restaurant in a blinding light...the pictures lined Into a big snake outside the restaurant shined too.

“Doenjang-gugjuseyo.” Said a customer right in the back, I heard it loud and clearly, not that I needed to be of courteous manner. There was a bright light in the kitchen just on the other side of the dishwashing room.

Carts upon cart of dishes, stainless steel Chinese chopsticks, forks, spoons, dark rocks in the form of bowls filled with rice, black plates for the tofu and lighter rocks in a bowl form for tofu came in and piled up behind me.

“Bring it on.” I picked the heavy pile of 8 rocks, just a little above my head, from the cart and put it on the first level. There was a metal washing section with four levels: the first level was scrubbing with a stainless steel scrub the rocks, smaller rocks, and quickly take out the trash from the little dishes so they could go to the next level.

Rock scrubbing reached level 1,000. Trash grabbing reached level 723. Heat resistance upgraded into melt resistance.

The second level was full of water to the very top with bleach, and just the right perfect amount of dishwashing soap. “Clack- clank- clank!” The sound of dishes being picked up with two hands and being dropped into the third level rebounded through the room, the young man smiled.

Grabbing reached level 735. Blood super skin evolved into living cell. Toxic resistance reached level 854.

The third level was where the handful of chopsticks and black plates for tofu, where put and where the dishes were dropped. “Faster! Faster!” The young man screamed and he took one of the red plates for vegetables and scrubbed the edges in a full circular motion, the top, and finally the back furiously.

Circular advancement reached level 996.

Tint bloom cultivation method reached level 1000.

What do you want to upgrade it to?

Ting blurg: Speed up blood circulation and uses the creative energies in the world to compress muscles as well as taint the world in a black-inky aura.

Tyrent: A hardened skin that takes on the form of paint, and gives you the power to create planet-sized creatures.

Tamat: Titans bones that meld into perfact spikes.

Tuwert: A twist and shuffle of blackboards that deflect word catastrophes and form "Disaster cores".

1 choice available.

"Thing blurg." The world in his eyes turned a inky black.

The arms of the man blurred with black as he dropped the perfectly washed plates into the final level: Filled to the brim with water and with four milliliters of bleach it was the final door that lead into the front, where the dishes were cleaned of all left up water and finally put in order by the waitresses.

The man took an aluminum bowl filled with holes in a crisscross style the size of his torso, from a moving steel desk just below the four levels and put it on top of the third level. “I gotta use my godly revelation!” The man closed his eyes and let out a breath of relaxation. The room filled with clouds upon clouds, lights shined from above them and santa’s in their sleds came out of them.

True meaning evolved into Fading images.

“~Jingle bells, jingle bells jell rocks~” The young man sang in a cracky voice, as he had damaged his vocal cords with extreme weather long ago. “~Jingle bell time, jingle show-tam.~” His hands began moving and moving, every time more fluid and more precise. *~Jingle bell roooocks!~” He finished putting the bells, long white plates at the side, plates for kimchi at the bottom and the golden thin plates at the lowest bottom.

He picked up the heavy aluminum bowl filled to the top with dishes and his pectorals bulged, the veins in his arms expanded beautifully and his legs moved forwards.

Moving titan compression reached level 298.

“Hurry more dishe-” The waitress surrounded by a black coat and white fur gloves burst into the dishwashing room and shouted until she saw what the young man was doing and gasped with her right hand covering her mouth. “So fast!” The young man held up his head up high and smiled from ear to ear.

“-Bam-!” The plates where put gently on the reception desk and waitresses old to young picked the plates like hungry hyenas. The young man almost flew to his workstation and finished washing the chopsticks, forks, spoons, black plates for the tofu. He put the utensils in a plastic container and sent it to the front of the desk.

The happy customers eating shined and their paper bodies fell to the floor. “Hurry, hurry!” Said one of the waitresses at the front, and I finished washing 6 carts in one swoop, I tossed them to the hall connected to the place the customers ate and they disappeared only to be replaced by twelve carts full of dishes. I picked up the pile of rocks at the side of the first section and took them to the kitchen.

The young man with rocks in both hands that reached up high into his head, dropped them in the kitchen just near the two swinging doors that lead to the front desk.

”Food, food, food, food.” Screamed the chefs.

“Eat, eat, eat, eat.” Screamed the people outside, as the juice of the tofu dripped from their mouths, their eyes shined with determination. I accelerated towards the deepest part of the dishwashing room and picked off all the aluminum piled up, I got them all washed in a second and then I went for the buckets that filled half of the room.

Insane resistance evolved into incomprehensible mind.

The buckets were all greasy, but I scrubbed the hell out of them and let them just near the two freezers that were on the deep end of the dishwashing section

0______________butum!________BUTUM!______oh, yeahhh.___________6 hours laterrrrr!__________0

“Can I work until my next shift starts?” The man who I had come to know as myself did not respond. “Okay, then I'm going to take a break of four hours tonight.” I jumped high into the air and left the exploding restaurant.

“Wooohooo!” Why was there rocks taming space into a tart? What was tart? What was I even talking about? I felt something soft hit my head and I gently fell to my sofa.

The tiny dot flying through the air flew over some houses and smashed millions of apartments apart, just so he could fall into his large apartment and torture the sofa with his momentum.

“Creak!” The top of the sofa broke and the man was left panting. “Why was there no work today? Isn't the cold supposed to excite the crowd and make them come in the restaurant.” He took out his phone and liked a dragons profile. “Could this be too much of a reference?...I think not.”

What do you want to waste your millions of points on? Body cultivation version 05: (Hidden) Eldrich awakening: (Hidden) Guide of the seven starts: (Hidden) Arcanic lines of Ortus: (Hidden) Givers back: (Hidden) Constitution of the ginormity: (Hidden) Terranian forge: (Hidden) Fools prum: (Hidden) 8 starts of evolution: (Hidden) Four-eyed spade: (Hidden) Raging watejum: (Hidden) Fluorescent giver: (Hidden) Inal judge-e-e-emnt: (Hidden) The tantrum footwork: (Hidden) Infinity set: (Hidden) Godly constitution: (Hidden) Hormal tureal: (Hidden) Blank god...: (Hidden)

“What is the true meaning of Christmas?” The man smiled and embraced himself. The air distorted In front of him and a man around 18 with grey hair, bright blue eyes, with two snakes wrapped around his head and a glowing gas mask entered and grabbed his head. “Merry Christmas Chaos.”

”Huh?”

“Usurping dragon of the endless constitution.” The hand of the grey-haired man shined brightly and…

Where?...

WHERE IS HE!

What the hell is happening?!

Freedom is the true meaning of Christmas. Be gone…tyrant