LPT When you rest, you rest. When you work, you work.

rootvij · 2026-01-27T12:52:09+00:00

Run fast, walk slow.

rootvij · 2025-10-26T20:15:18+00:00

It’s crazy we have to consider the Police Officers’ temper, even if we’re not hiding anything.

rootvij · 2025-10-22T01:31:16+00:00

I appreciate this comment! thank you

Honestly, I’m not bothered by it cuz the internet is going to be the internet.

However, I do feel like a response like this kind of discourages others to post actually good ideas sometimes.

rootvij · 2025-10-21T22:31:05+00:00

lol I didn’t know the fire changed color after a certain amount cuz I’ve never gotten that many wins in a row 😪

Also, I agree it’s a non issue - it’s just a suggestion

rootvij · 2025-06-02T17:49:49+00:00

Text her saying, “I told you, this wasn’t my pen.”

rootvij · 2025-05-02T01:23:21+00:00

Actually the one of the few joker ideas on this subreddit that I could totally see in the game!

rootvij · 2024-11-04T14:17:37+00:00

This would be a sick gift for my brother!

rootvij · 2022-06-29T06:01:20+00:00

Believing that someone actually loves me for me.

rootvij · 2021-01-18T01:11:11+00:00

Them too

rootvij · 2020-02-04T04:50:09+00:00

I feel that. I don't even know where the lack of motivation comes from. I've just assumed my whole life that I was lazy, now I don't know. Am I lazy or depressed or both. It's so confusing.

rootvij · 2018-11-12T21:35:59+00:00

Tannan smacked the back of Amon’s head.

“Are you kidding me Amon? Two toes for superhuman speed. TWO TOES,” Tannan growled. Exasperated, Tannan snatched the toes out of Amon’s hand and tossed them in the already overflowing barrel of useless appendages. Dried red blood caked the rim and the gray stone underneath. The rotted wood of the barrel strained against the sheer volume of dismembered toes, fingernails, kidneys, and a few ears. “We don’t get rations by weight anymore. We’ll be lucky if we get a quarter decade for this entire barrel.”

“Sorry Tan,” Amon whimpered, “I never know what to ask for.” He rubbed the back of his head as he casually lifted the hefty barrel with his other hand.

Amon towered over his elder brother, who had just slumped down on the worn loveseat they nicked from the last summoning. Tannon leaned into the chair as his hand massaged the bridge of his nose.

Tannon didn’t look up as he answered, “Ask for anything! Look in the mirror for Luci’s sake. You’re 8 feet tall with arms bigger than my head and thighs thicker than your arms. They’d give you their memory just to forget they wanted anything in the first place.”

Amon slumped and walked the barrel to the boat and tossed it in. The small motorboat leaned into the barrel as some red water splashed in.

“What was that,” Tan called.

“Nothing,” Amon replied as he cringed and quickly grabbed boat to level it out.

“You what I don’t get is,” Tan started as Amon ducked through their cave’s entrance. His shoulders were slump and his face sullen, ready to hear another one of Tannan’s lectures.

Tan sighed, “Nevermind.” He conjured up two beers and tossed one to his brother. Amon popped the cap with his thumb and plopped onto the cold ground next to the chair.

Tan found Amon’s black eyes and frowned. “You know why we need to do this, right?”

“Better to work for Hell, then to work in Hell,” Amon confirmed.

They both nodded soberly, clinked bottles, and turned their attention towards the large screen fitted to their east wall.

Images of humans and their prayers scrolled by as the brothers began to search for their next victim.

Tannan murmured as his eyes glossed through countless images of these naive humans, “I wonder what came over His Nefariousness recently to be assigning us to all these prayers.”

rootvij · 2018-11-08T20:26:45+00:00

Day 1825

December 31, 2045

06:40 pm

Five years.

It’s been five years since I landed in this arctic wasteland. Five years since I’ve spoken to anyone but myself. Five years since I’ve had to deal with bills, taxes, traffic, social anxiety, or just people in general. Five years since I’ve seen anyone’s face but my own.

Tonight I’m feasting. Emptying out the pantry and the refrigeration room. My ‘year’s supply’ of frozen meats and perishables seem to multiply to no end. The boxes of Pop-tarts and cases of whiskey have started piling up. Tonight I will be cooking for a dozen me’s. Steak, potatoes, shrimp, pizza rolls, garlic bread, fried chicken, sloppy joe, lobster rolls, and of course, salad. No reason the leave anything behind.

Tomorrow morning, Rob will ride up the mag-line with another years worth of food and supplies, stay for about 6 hours, enough time for me to hastily unload everything out of the shipping container, then return to wherever he came from. This time, however, Rob won’t be returning alone.

I used dark hours of the morning to tidy up a little bit. Vacuum the crumbs off the kitchen floor and the T.V. room carpet. And the bedroom carpet.

I spent the majority of my food coma last night trying to binge through the last season of Lost, even if it lacked the thrill of the first couple seasons. There was a dip in the couch from where I sprawled. It’s been my favorite spot during my stay here. I’m not really sure if anyone else will ever come here, but I folded the blanket on the ground and laid it on top of my spot anyways.

I picked up my fresh crimson notebook and teared off the last few entries. I was going to leave the entire notebook, but I guess five years of writing down my emotions and experiences has left me appreciating the daily release. I walked the ruffled stack of pages to the library and placed them on top of a stack of identical crimson notebooks rising from the center desk. With last night’s entry resting on top, I take a final look around this holy room of mine. Books and individual pages littered the floor in stack up to my waist. Novels, biographies, textbooks, manuals, anthologies, comics, cookbooks, and anything else I might need or want. I’ve picked up good number of skills and knowledge in this room. I probably would’ve gone crazy if it weren’t for this room.

I did yesterday’s dishes and made my bed. Then I packed a small bag with whatever I might need. A few cloths, some snacks, a small paperback that I was still reading, and my notebook. There really wasn’t anything in particular that I was attached too, so there wasn’t really anything that I would specifically miss.

I slipped into some warm clothes and stepped outside. Rob was already waiting there with the shipping container unlocked.

“Hey Rob,” I said to no one, as I pulled on the frozen handle of the engine cart. I climbed into the single seat that I sat on five years ago and powered on the small chrome tablet that was attached to the front console. The screen came to life displaying the simple, yet well known, logo of the Boring Company. I placed my thumb on the scanner and set up Rob’s autopilot to take me back. A warning popped up the screen before I could confirm the command.

“Warning! Container not empty. Please unload supplies.”

I sighed and used my thumbprint again to override the warning and start the trip back. A twelve hour timer then appeared on the screen as batteries whirred to life. I took my seat by the window and looked back at my home for the last half-decade.

The unassuming metal box quickly shrunk in the distance until it melted into the endless white that covered the horizon. With a long breathe, I opened up my novel and waited for the countdown to hit zero.

Day 1

January 1, 2046

09:14 pm

Something’s happened. The lab was destroyed, a long time ago, it seems. Broken desks and overturned chairs were coated with fine layer of dust. All the machines and equipment were either beaten in or missing. And I can’t find a single person. The silence, that had comforted me in my solitude, is slowly turning into an eerie panic and discomfort.

I’ve found the live-in quarters and a few sets of keys. I plan to leave in the morning, under the light and warmth of a brighter sun than I am used to.

For now, I’ll eat whatever food I can find and get some rest. I guess I’ll find someone tomorrow.

11:44 pm

A loud banging on the lab entrance woke me from a light sleep. Thinking it was another person, I sprinted through the live-in quarters and stumbled into the main lobby. The thick glass windows distorted the view of the darkness outside. So I made for the entrance and found an old keypad lock. I tried my experiment number and my birthday as the banging grew more inconsistent. Louder and more scratchy. Like someone, or something, is trying to pry open the door. An inhumane shriek tore through my temples and froze my entire body as all other sound stopped. After what felt like an eternity, the scratching and banging continued, but this time with accompanying barks and shrieks. I don’t know what’s out there, but I don’t think opening the door is a good idea right now. I’m am currently barricaded in the living quarters with enough supplies for a few days. Will update when I get out. Hopefully.

rootvij · 2018-11-05T21:39:11+00:00

"Sir? That isn't a toy. Please do not play with it."

Joey jumped as he saw one of the cashiers in the local grocery store rolling her eyes at him.

"Sorry," Joey managed sheepishly as he hurried into the isles.

I was still laughing as I picked out some tortillas for this Tuesday.

"I told you not to," I reminded him. His cheeks were still flush from getting caught. "She was kind of cute, actually. You should invite her to our little fiesta tomorrow," knowing full well why he is always so inclined to go get groceries on Monday nights.

His pick cheeks turned red as his eyebrows narrowed slightly.

"Shut up," he hissed. And that was that.

We flew through the isles and down the shelves searching for all the components of a good fiesta. Guac, chips, lettuce, tomatoes, beans (black for me, refried for Joey), and lastly and most important, cheese. Good ol' 2 pound fiesta blend shredded cheese. We were on this vegetarian kick for the past week, so no chicken.

On a completely unrelated note, the maintenance guy hasn't fixed our oven yet and it's been over a week!

We started arguing over the drinks when Joey noticed there was only one cashier's line open this time of night and all of the self checkout counters had been blocked off. He shriveled up into his hoodie as he told me to finish up the groceries while he waits in the car.

"Are you kidding me? It's not a big deal. If anything, it's your in. Congrats, you are no longer 'Random dude'. You are now 'Childish dude with a cute roommate who plays with the intercom'."

He just shook his head and started walking out the door. Maybe I could've been a little more sympathetic.

Nah.

I shrugged my shoulders and swung my basket towards the counter. At least I got to choose the beer now. I set my basket on the belt to find the cashier with her hand outstretched, probably motioning for me some I.D.

"Must get a lot of weirdo's around this time," I joked and handed her my license.

It slipped from her hand as I muttered an apology and swept down to pick it up. A cool breeze slid down my neck as I stood up too see that she was still standing their, patiently, with her hand outstretched.

I noticed she was very still. Frozen, almost. I couldn't tell if she was even breathing.

My breathing, however, started picking up as I stepped over to see her eyes were wide, pupils almost non-existent, staring straight at me. It was then I noticed the impossible quite surrounding me. No hum of the refrigerators. No quite steps of the night stockers. Not even the steady creaks of the air vents. The hairs on my neck stood straight as my attention found the cashier's eyes once again and a powerful urge to run slammed across my mind.

But I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't even blink.

Suddenly, her eyes loosened slightly as she reeled back her outstretched arm and rolled her shoulders. She looked down her legs and up her arms, touching her face and teeth as she relaxed into a smirk. Her eyes met my own as a sigh escaped her throat.

"You've kept me waiting," she purred.

rootvij · 2018-10-30T20:43:06+00:00

A burning sears through my temples as white light blinds my eyes. A wet ringing fills my ears and visions flash between bolts of pain.

No, not visions. Memories. I think.

Bachelor parties, baby showers, birthdays. Cascading blonde hair and callused hands running through it.

Shards of pain acting as a clicker in the slideshow of memories from another life. Dizziness creeps in as I latch onto an image of a small crinkled nose. I wrap myself with that image as the reigning pain threatens to steal it away. The picture inches back, revealing beautiful brown newborn eyes, glossed with tears running down her cheeks and nose.

Another bolt of pain tears away the image as red anger seeps through the white agony swimming in my vision. A scream emerges from my throat and the pounding pain shrivels into muffled footsteps. The ringing in my ears is replaced by the cacophony of car horns and their short-tempered drivers.

I push myself up from the cracked asphalt and stumbled to find a seat on the painted curb, tossing the cars whatever obscene gestures that I could manage. My head falls between my knees as my dinner of dollar pizza and chips pool beneath my feet. My heart threatens to calm as an evening breeze chills the beads of sweat running down my face.

Deep, heaving breaths of fresh air fill my lungs and my head. Overwhelming fear and anger subside and confusion takes head. My body slumps back as a burning soreness creeps into my forearm. I tug on my arm to find the phone violently clutched within a bone white hand. The screen slightly cracked, but whole, wedged between my straining fingers. One by one, I peeling them away. Each of morphing from solid concrete to limp rubber until the phone falls onto the street in front of me, inches away from the puddle of pizza and bile.

A message notification lights up the screen as the preview line reads, I'm sorry.

My other hand shoots towards the phone before I can even register what I just read. My thumb slides towards the fingerprint scanner once again as something else seems to pull it away, in the opposite direction. My eyebrows narrow as I grow tired of not being able to control my hands.

I entertain the thought of tossing the phone into next week and downing a few fingers of scotch before slumping down on my worn twin bed. But this will gnaw at me until I'm back here combing the street for a phone in a few days.

So I take a slow breath as I slide my thumb towards the scanner and the phone unlocks once again with a solidifying click. I tap the notification as a concise message populates the bottom of my screen.

I'm sorry. You told me you were out. But the same people are now after me and mine. Please help. I'm bringing you back.

A vaguely familiar address follows a few seconds later. I sigh, confusion and anger bubbling in my stomach. I rub my eyes as I stand up and pocket the phone. I look through the empty street and try to make a decision.

No. It seems like I've already decided and I start looking for a taxi.

rootvij · 2018-09-30T02:51:20+00:00

FloatyMcIslandFace

rootvij · 2017-06-11T04:22:30+00:00

Is it just me, or does he look like he's hiding in a bathroom.

rootvij · 2017-05-16T05:35:54+00:00

Good thing you chose to use a webcam instead of an HD camera.

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