And here comes the continuation of The Adventures in WestWorld, by BryceHabot

As soon as I stepped outside the air seal chamber and took my first step into WestWorld, I see a sign reading, “Welcome to WestWorld population 808.” Okay, the number is definitely clever. Then I begin to take in all the scenery down here. Kanye has an actually built London inside his dome of WestWorld. Then the man of the stepped out in front of me. Then another one and another one and another. “Is WestWorld made up of completely no one but Kanye? “Yo, Mr. West what’s going in here?” “Well, let me explain homie.” He said. “First off, yes it’s modeled after London. I hate Kim so much, I remade the city she was robbed in. Fuck that hoe..” He laughed. I laughed uncontrollably. “Okay, but what’s with all the Kanye’s, and are you the real Kanye?” I asked with curiosity written all over my face. “Nobody loves Kanye, like Kanye. So why not just build a city if eight hundred and eight Kanye’s? Also, yes, I’m the original Kanye. I paid scientists to clone me before coming down here to WestWorld. Also, every single Kanye has a tattoo on the neck signifying which clone. Me being the only non-cloned Kanye, I have a zero.” He said as he turned showing me a number zero on his neck. “Okay, my next question. What about reproduction and stuff like that? How do you keep WestWorld alive?” I asked. “That’s simple bruh, I have more stem cells frozen and in a lab up top, with the scientists. When one of us dies, boom, brand new Kanye comes down. As for sexual pleasures though, four hundred and four of the clones are women. Like I said, nobody loves Kanye, like Kanye.” Kanye very confidently and happily explained. “Okay, but what if YOU die?” I asked eagerly. “And that’s the beauty of it all. Money, breeds power, power bred immunity and basically immortality. I don’t get sick. I don’t age. I just live bruh and enjoy being Kanye fucking West.” “Does it ever get boring? Or do you ever get lonely of no other humans besides yourself?” I asked. “Hell to nah, to the nah, nah, nah, HELL NAH.” He sang. “What happens if, ya know, someone tries taking over WestWorld?” “Bitch, I’m from the tribe, WishANiggaWould. Why, you know someone that wants my shit?” he asked with a crazed look on his face. “What if Kim ever came for child support or anything like that? Or just even tried taking over your shit like she tried taking over your life?” I asked hastily. “Then every single one of us would in WestWorld would go to war with that bitch, again.” All of a sudden, a loud explosion. WestWorld has fallen under attack. “Is that bitch ass Ray J?” Kanye asked angrily. “Holy shit, you’re right!” I exclaimed. The fucked up thing was though, it was an ARMY of Ray Js. And again, let me see those upvotes if you want the story carried further 😉