Can it really be said that a videogame belongs to a company? Or that some types of clothings, foods or musical instruments belong to a certain ethnic group or culture? The answer is subjective, of course, some may say "yes", some may say "no", some may give a more nuanced answer, but here we'll explore the concept of Rodinia, and the answer to this question, assuming the philosophy of Rodinia is correct, will of course be "no". And if you think the philosophy of Rodinia promotes "piracy" and "cultural appropriation" well, duh, of course it does! Anyway...
We'll start by assuming that Max Tegmark's Level I Multiverse theory is correct. It postulates that our Universe is infinite in size, and that anything that can physically happen, happens at any moment, an infinite amount of times throughout the infinite universe. So...
Let's say a videogame was released in 1996. If Max Tegmark's Level I Multiverse theory is correct, then it follows that at any given moment, at any given Planck unit of time, even, the same videogame was released an infinite number of times in infinite different planets. Some of those planets may be identical to Earth, some may have slight differences, others may be inhabited by blue-skinned humanoid beings that live inside minimalist cubes made of recycled plastic. The point is, the same videogame is released in an infinite number of planets. It also follows that infinite (though not all) of those copies of the game are released by a different company than the one who released the game on Gaia (i.e. Earth). It also follows that game was released way before a specific company released it in Gaia. That very same videogame already existed back in 3,000 B.C. for example, on a different planet. Even 100 millions years ago that videogame already existed. Even 10 billion years ago, and actually... that game existed even before the start of our Universe, in a previous Universe, but that goes outside the scope of Max Tegmark's Level I Multiverse theory so I won't go into that (for now). But in any case, 10 billion years ago, that videogame already existed. If Max Tegmark's Multiverse theory is correct, then, it would be false to claim that a Gaian company made and released that game in 1996, because that game already existed 10 billion years ago. So the Gaian company didn't "create" the game, they just brought it on Gaia. The same reasoning applies to anything that is associated to a particular ethnicity or culture, like food, clothing, musical instruments, religions and whatnot, because those already existed 10 billion years ago too. It follows that nobody "creates" any new idea, it was already there! One can only bring it on our world, but never "create" a new idea. But where do all these ideas originate from? This is where the concept of Rodinia comes into play!
Assuming that there were previous Universes before this one, then every idea has no origin... the date of origin of any idea would be something like "minus infinity B.C.", that means, there is never a moment when a new idea is created, because all possible ideas always existed. Ideas are never created (they always existed), will never perish, and are forever unchangeable! "Where" do these ideas exist? In Rodinia. Rodinia is not a physical place, it's an abstract realm without time or space, but it would be unwise to assume that it's not real. Quite the contrary, it's MORE real than our physical Universe, which is merely a shadow of Rodinia (the actual real world)! Rodinia itself may or may not be considered a deity, but that's not important! Rodinia is the infinite realm of possible ideas, from which everything emanates.
This is the story of ¶¿}, whose name was John before his soul got corrupted. One night, he received some UPG (Unverified Personal Gnosis) from an unknown deity during a dream.
His dream starts in a very familiar manner, he dreams his usual life, playing videogames in his room to distract himself from the fact that no girl (so far, at least) has farted on his face, and that he's too shy to ask, full of fear of rejection. He's playing videogames with a retro emulating console, and the fact that those games are pirated doesn't mean anything to him, he's neither proud nor ashamed of that, it's a detail that doesn't even enter his mind, especially considering he's not aware of my stories and doesn't know the absurd lore behind them. While he's playing videogames, he received some gnosis from an unknown deity.
"The Universe is infinite...", the deity spoke to him.
"I don't care...", John mumbled, sobbing, while playing videogames to comfort himself.
"This is you in the future...", the deity said, showing a scene of John getting facefarted by a girl.
"N-no way... you're lying...", John mumbled, not willing to believe that was possible.
"This is also you in the future...", the deity said, showing a scene of an older John, still sobbing, still playing videogames to comfort himself.
"Now you're telling the truth...", John said, sobbing some more.
"They were both the truth...", the deity said.
"H-how?", John asked, confused.
"The future is undetermined", the deity explained.
"I don't understand...", John mumbled, confused.
"What do you think are the implications of an infinite universe, where everything that is physically possible happens somewhere in it?", the deity asked.
"Uh... I don't know... please tell me...", John asked, willing to know. He wanted to have at least some hopes.
"There are many implications, if the Universe is truly infinite. For example, there are infinite versions of you, all living the same, identical life. Those versions of you, are all you", the deity explained.
"Hold on, how can they be me, if they are physically separate from me? They may be living a life identical to mine, but they are different people!", John said, not agreeing with those implications.
"And all of them just said exactly what you said, with the same inner thoughts, perceptions, same body language, same way of saying it, at exactly the same moment. And 'their' lives are identical to yours ever since you were born", the deity explained. John was starting to sweat, maybe the deity was right.
"What does it matter if they are the same people or different from me? It's just an abstract answer. Nothing changes", John said, crossing his arms nervously.
"Perhaps you're right, John. Now, look at the door of your house. Do you think there's a goat in front of it, outdoors?", the deity asked.
"N-no... that's extremely unlikely...", John said, shivering in fear. What did that question even mean?
"But if the Universe is infinite, then there are infinite versions of this planet where, even though your sensorial perceptions, memories, thoughts, dreams, desires, beliefs, your whole mind and consciousness are identical to this one and always have been ever since you were born, there is a goat outside of that door right now. And yet there are also infinite versions of this planet where there is no goat in front of that door", the deity explained.
"W-what... what does this even mean? Is there a goat out there or not?", John asked, nervous.
"Both answers are correct. There is a goat in front of that door and there is no goat there", the deity explained.
"W-what...?", John was becoming even more confused.
"The goat in front of that door is in a state of superposition, that means, it's there and not there at the same time. Now, John, let's say you open the door and find out that there is no goat, what do you think happens at that point?", the deity asked.
"Uh... well... there's just no goat? Is that supposed to have some deeper meaning?", John asked, confused.
"Well, before you open the door to check if there's a goat outside, your consciousness is identical regardless of whether or not there's a goat outside of your house. However, as soon as you open the door and see that there is no goat outside, those versions of you who live in the planets where there is in fact a goat outside, will have different sensorial experiences from yours. That is, they'll see a goat outside, but you, since you live on a planet where there is no goat outside of your house, will see no goat. Before opening the door, your consciousnesses are identical, but after opening the door, they diverge, and you are no longer identical to those versions of you who live on the planet where there is a goat outside of their house. That means, before opening the door to check whether or not there is a goat outside, the goat is in a state of superposition, it's there and not there at the same time, but upon opening the door to check, then the goat is either there or not there, but not both at the same time. By the act of checking, the goat ceases to be in a state of superposition", the deity explained.
John was sweating in fear. Is 'reality' really an illusion like this? Does this mean anything not perceived by the senses doesn't actually exist in a definite state? John didn't want to believe it, he was hoping that the deity was wrong about it.
"M-maybe you're wrong...", John said, sweating in fear.
"The only way I'd be wrong is if the Universe is not infinite... that's your only hope, John", the deity said.
"M-maybe the Universe is finite in size... it only goes on for so long... and then it stops...", John said, sighing, he was feeling hopeful.
"But what if it's infinite?", the deity asked, and John was becoming anxious.
"What other implications are there?", John asked, hoping to find some silver lining in all this.
"What year was the game you're playing released in?", the deity asked.
"Right now I'm not playing any game, but the one I was playing earlier was released in 1996", John said.
"What if I told you it was not released in 1996?", the deity said.
"W-what? Maybe it was released in 1995 in some other region... but that's not important", John said, shrugging.
"Oh, no, way before than that!", the deity said.
"Way before? You mean in the early 1990's?", John asked, curious.
"Way, way before that!", the deity said.
"In the 1980's?", John asked, as there was no way a game with 3D graphics like that could had been released any earlier!
"Way, way, way before that!", the deity said.
"When?!", John asked, confused. How can that be?
"Let me just say, that game you were playing already existed 10 billion years ago, at the very least. But in truth, it always existed", the deity said.
John was exhaling, shaking his head in disbelief. "This claim is so absurd, it's unbelievable!", John said, not sure whether or not to believe it.
"But John, think about it, if the Universe is really infinite, then any physically possible combination of atoms exist somewhere in it, and this 'rule' applies not only in the present moment, but at any moment in the past as well. So, as soon as the Universe cooled down to a point when stars and planets were beginning to form, surely that game you were playing already existed, as at that point it was already a physically possible combination of atoms", the deity said.
John's heart was beating fast, he was horrified, but he knew very well that, if it's true that the Universe is infinite, then what the deity is saying is true. John was clinging to his last hope, namely that the Universe is finite in size. Turns out life and reality have no meaning in an infinite Universe.
"Not only that game always existed, all games always existed, all movies, songs, ideas, inventions, clothings, and I mean the idea of clothing and of specific forms of it, not the physical piece of clothing itself, same goes for foods, musical instruments, gods, personality traits, languages, sports, and really any idea ever has always existed. The people on this planet haven't really invented anything, they just brought stuff on this planet from elsewhere. From where do all these ideas come from? From Rodinia. Rodinia is not a physical place, there is no space or time in Rodinia, there are just ideas, and those ideas always existed and will always exist. The physical Universe is merely a shadow of Rodinia, and unlike there, in the physical Universe ideas are found in an imperfect form, as approximations", the deity explained.
"N-no way...", John mumbled, shivering in fear. He didn't want to believe in all that stuff, but if the Universe is infinite, that was the logical conclusion.
"How many screens do you think exist in an infinite universe?", the deity asked.
"Infinity...?", John said, stuttering anxiously.
"That's right, John. In an infinite Universe, there is an infinite number of screens. What kind of images do you think are displayed on those screens?", the deity asked.
John thought about it for a few seconds and then he came up with an answer. "Could it be that... any combination of pixels... exists somewhere in this infinite Universe?", John asked, panicking at the thought.
"That's right, John. And this logic doesn't just apply to images but to videos as well. After all, what are videos if not sequences of multiple images? So, there is an infinite number of screens that are basically live-broadcasting yourself right now, from any possible angles, and by the logic of the infinite universe, there is an infinite number of aliens looking at you through those screens. Even through virtual reality, John. Yes, there is an infinite number of aliens looking at you through a virtual reality headset right now, always have been and always will be", the deity explained, and John was about to have a panic attack.
"Ǹ̟̫̂-̟̫̀̂ǹ̟̫̂ò̟̫̂...", he mumbled, starting to have a glitchy voice, and some dark purple electrical currents were flowing from his body.
"But John, that's not necessarily a bad thing. After all, it is necessarily the case that an infinite number of skunk girls are watching you through a virtual reality headset, with a burning desire of farting on your face. But alas, they are unspeakably distant from you, John", the deity said.
"Ú̱̹̃ú̱̹̃...", ͇̾J̵͇̅̆̈̾̾o̵͇̅̆̈̾h̵͇̅̅̆̈̾̾ was starting to lose all of his energies, he was becoming traumatized by all this information, his voice was becoming glitchier by the minute, and a dark purple aura was emanating from his body like a dark energy.
"You know you're in a fictional story right? It's simple to arrive to this conclusion. If the Universe is infinite, then any combination of letters exists written somewhere, including the entire story of your life. An infinite number of people is writing a story about you, about what's happening to you right now, and an infinite number of those authors - though not all - will publish that story for everyone to see, while an infinite amount of the have already published it and now there are infinite people reading a story about you, right now there are infinite people reading this very thing I'm telling you. Not only that, you also live in a simulation, John. Infinite people create simulations in this Universe, and any combination of code you can think of exists within infinite simulations in this Universe. That means, we're all inside a simulation", the deity said, while [ERR¿_uldn't handle this information anymore, and his soul started to grow more corrupt as time went by.
"Anything you don't look at, doesn't really exist. At least, not in a definite state. Remember the example I made earlier about the goat in front of your house? You can do that example for literally anything else. Only if you look at something, you'll force that thing to exist in a definite state, and once you turn around, that thing will return into its original state of superposition", the deity explained, and [E_%
"If anything I don't look at doesn't exist, then those people who have created the simulation also don't exist, as well as the infinite aliens who constantly watch me, and the people who are writing a story about me... none of them exist... or else your theory is incoherent!", ®»Å said, with a proud grin on his face. Could it be that he finally found an inconsistency in the theory? That was his very last hope.
The deity laughed. "Oh, dear. There is a difference between saying 1) 'Something/someone X exists *somewhere* in this infinite Universe', and 2) 'Something/someone X exists *at a specific location*'. The idea that anything you don't look at doesn't exist in a definite state contradicts the second statement, but not the first! That is, if you postulate the existence of an alien who is writing a story about you while s/he's standing in front of your house, then yes, until you see that specific alien with your own eyes, that alien exists in a state of superposition. However, infinite aliens who are writing a story about you definitely exist somewhere in this infinite Universe. What I told you about superposition doesn't contradict that idea, since the location of those aliens is indefinite. Good try, but you failed", the deity sa
ul became so corrupted that his name became ¶¿}. "John" is just a distant memory now.
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!", ¶¿} screamed in fear in the middle of the night, he had a night terror. He soon fell asleep again for some time, but it was a dreamless rest. After waking up, ¶¿} found himself in his dark bedroom, trembling in fear in his bed. He tried to find the switch of his abat-jour as quickly as possible, because he was terrified of that darkness. However, sometimes the darkness is preferable compared to seeing clearly. As soon as he turned on the light, he saw two humanoid figures looking at him, his vision was blurry and he screamed really loudly.
"What's wrong?", one of the two girls asked, concerned.
"W-who are you?", asked ¶¿}, with his heart beating extremely fast from the fear, he was panting really hard.
"Well, you said you wanted a girl to fart on your face, so me and my friend Camilla came here so that we can fart on your face if you want. I mean, it's what you asked", one of the girls said, "My name is Melissa, by the way. We are two cheerleaders of the tennis club. We're pretty gassy so we thought you may had liked us paying you a visit, that's all", she said, smiling gently.
"How did you two get into my house?", ¶¿} asked, confused.
"Your house has no walls, anyone can get in", Melissa explained, shrugging.
"Wait, what?", ¶¿} was confused, and he looked at the walls of his own house to see what was really going on, "what are you talking about? The walls are there!", he said, pointing out at the walls of his house.
"I swear they weren't there before!", Melissa said, confused.
¶¿} shook his head and put his hands on his face, trying to calm down.
"They disappeared again!", Melissa said, in a state of alert.
¶¿} quickly turned his head around and looked at the walls. "They're still there!", he said.
"Uh... w-well... it seems like the walls only exist while you're looking at them!", Melissa said, scratching her head in confusion.
"This is not good...", ¶¿} mumbled, panicking.
"Don't worry about this now, we may fix this situation later. Do you want either of us to fart on your face? Perhaps this can distract you from your worries!", Melissa said, with a friendly smile on her face, and Camilla agreed, too!
"Sometimes, when you have bad thoughts in your mind, it's good to distract yourself with something pleasant!", said Camilla with a cute, friendly voice.
"You two are right", ¶¿} said, sighing and smiling, "but yes, if it's not a problem for you, you can fart on my face. It's something I've been wishing for a while. I'm glad this is finally happening", he said, smiling happily, and Melissa and Camilla were glad they could make him so happy.
"You're welcome, ¶¿}~♥", said Melissa, smiling, and walking towards ¶¿}, she was ready to fart on his face, just like he requested! She pressed her butt on ¶¿}'s face and said: "I'll fart on your face when I'll have to, don't worry~"
¶¿} smiled, he was waiting for Melissa to fart on his face. He had a doubt in his mind, and so he asked Melissa a question: "hey Melissa, I was wondering... how bad do your farts usually smell?"
Melissa giggles. "Oh, it depends, actually. Sometimes they don't smell at all, sometimes they smell a little, sometimes they're very stinky... I'm not sure what it depends on!", she explained.
"Oh, and if you're interested in mine, the answer is the same as Melissa's!", Camilla said, smiling.
"That's interesting, thanks!", ¶¿} said, smiling, with Melissa's ass still on his face.
"You're welcome~", Melissa said, with a cute and happy smile on her face. After some time, she could feel some gas ready to be let out, and so she warned ¶¿}, "Hey ¶¿}, I have to fart now, I don't know if it will smell or not, but get ready, hehe~", she said, giggling happily, and...
~PBRPBRPBRTTTSSSFFF~
...farting right on ¶¿}'s face! ¶¿} smelled it an it didn't have a smell at all! "It doesn't have any smell at all...", said ¶¿}, "...but it's been really fun and silly! Thank you, Melissa! And to think I was getting depressed because I wasn't getting this experience! It's funny, yes... but it's not like some heavenly thing...", ¶¿} said, smiling and sighing. Now that he understood what he was missing, he was feeling a lot better. He would had probably thought the same thing if he was depressed due to the lack of hugs. Something nice to get, but not some kind of transcendental pleasure from another dimension.
Melissa laughed happily. "Oh, yeah, I agree, it's not something worth crying over, but I'm glad I could provide this experience for you, ¶¿}~", she said, happy, "And yeah, sometimes my farts don't smell at all, but hey, I can fart on your face again when I'll have one ready! Maybe next time it will be a bit smellier~", she said, glad that she could make ¶¿} happy.
"I'll fart on your face too when I'll have one, if you want!", Camilla said, smiling.
"Oh, thank you, you two! You're very kind!", ¶¿} said, he was feeling a lot better, and he thought that if things kept being good like that, his name would be John again.
"Can I sit on your face now?", Camilla asked, grinning happily.
"Oh, of course, if you want!", ¶¿} said, smiling.
"No problem!", Camilla said, lightly pressing her ass on ¶¿}'s nose, "Is it okay like this?", she asked.
"Mhm! It's great!", ¶¿} said, "I wonder if your fart will stink!"
"I wonder that too~", Camilla said, smiling.
Some time was passing, and finally, Camilla had to fart. "I have to fart, get ready~mnghm~"
~PBSPBSPBSPBBBRRRTTTSSSFFF~
"Aaahhh~wow, it feels really nice to fart on someone's face, actually! I didn't think it would, to be honest~", Camilla said, letting out a sigh of relief and having a huge smile on her face. ¶¿} sniffed her fart and it had a smell, not very strong, but it was nice to breathe in, it was mildly pungent and rotten, it was really fun for him, "so... does it stink? I wonder", Camilla asked, curious. It did feel a bit warm for her when the gas came out of her ass so she thought it was at least a little bit smelly.
"Well, yes, it does stink a little bit, and it's so fun to sniff! It's a bit pungent and rotten, and it has that kind of sour rancid smell that I really like!", ¶¿} said, feeling excited.
"I'm glad you're enjoying it! I'm glad we can make you happy, ¶¿}!", Camilla said, with a gentle, friendly smile on her face, while ¶¿} continued sniffing the gas until the smell dissipated. He was hoping that Melissa could have some smelly farts to offer him as well.
"Hey, I guess it's my turn now... and I may fart soon! Hopefully!", Melissa said, smiling excitedly and sitting on ¶¿}'s face again, "I hope you'll enjoy it, ¶¿}! Hey, maybe my next fart will be smellier than Camilla's? Would you like it if it was the case?", she asked, happy.
"Oh, of course! The smellier, the better! I've always had the fantasy of having a girl farting on my face, especially if her farts are really stinky! But I have to admit it's quite fun even if they're not as smelly. Sniffing Camilla's fart was fun, honestly!", he said, smiling.
"Oh, I'm glad you're having fun, ¶¿}! Now, I actually have to fart again, get ready~", Melissa said, feeling excited, "mnghm~♥"
~PFFFTTTSSSPBRPBRPBRTTTSSSFFF~
"Ooohhh, it was quite bubbly coming out, hehe~", Melissa said, giggling happily. ¶¿} sniffed it and it was pretty smelly, it was smellier than Camilla's, it was nowhere near unbearable, and ¶¿} thought that was a good thing, because it was a bit pungent but very fun to sniff, it was a great experience for him! "So, I'm curious, ¶¿}, does it smell? How is it? Hehe~", she asked, giggling happily.
"It's pretty smelly, but it's far from unbearable or anything, it's really fun to sniff, it's pungent and stinky, I love it!", ¶¿} said, smiling happily, continuing to sniff the gas, the smell was lingering for a long time and ¶¿} was enjoying it a lot!
"I'm glad you're enjoying it and having fun, ¶¿}, it's so heartwarming to see you happy like this because of me~♥", Melissa said, feeling really happy. This time she could understand her fart was smelly, because it was warm when it came out of her ass, and she really enjoyed letting it out on ¶¿}'s nose, she enjoyed feeling his nose vibrate against her ass, and the thought that he could smell her fart.
"My turn now!", Camilla said, sitting on ¶¿}'s face once again, for the second time now, she did that because she had to fart again, "You're lucky, I'm pretty gassy~mnghmmmh~"
~PBBBRRRTTTSSSFFF~
"Aaahhh~wow, it still surprises me just how fun it is to fart on someone's face~so, ¶¿}, does it stink?", Camilla asked, curious.
¶¿} sniffed it and then he gave an answer. "Uh, well, no, it doesn't, I can't smell anything, but it's okay, it's still fun!", ¶¿} said, smiling, and whenever in the past he daydreamed about a girl farting on his face, he thought that if it didn't smell that bad it wouldn't had been fun, but in reality he was having fun despite the fact it wasn't absurdly stinky as he wanted in his fantasy.
"Aww, you're sure it's still fun? We'd like to make this a really fun and enjoyable experience for you, ¶¿}~♥", Camilla said, very kindly. She genuinely cared about ¶¿} and wanted to make him as happy as possible, and so did Melissa.
"Sure, it's still fun! And also, some of your farts are actually stinky, so there's no doubt it's fun! It's that pungent sour stench that I really like, and it's not overpowering, though it would had been interesting to find out what it would feel like to be farted on by a girl who has unbearably stinky farts, but hey, I'm definitely not complaining!", ¶¿} said, smiling happily. He felt like this day was going really well so far, that he was forge-... oops, nevermind! Better not think about bad things while you're having fun!
"I have to fart once again!", Melissa said, sitting on ¶¿}'s face and getting ready to fart, "MNGHM~"
~PBRPBRPBRTTTSSSFFF~
"Aaahhh~wow, Camilla was right, it's really a fun experience to fart on someone's face! Thank you very much ¶¿} for giving us the possibility to have this experience~", Melissa said, smiling happily.
"The pleasure is mine, you two!", ¶¿} said, sniffing her fart, "phew, this one is the smelliest so far! It's actually almost overpowering!", he said, sniffing Melissa's fart. It smelled strong. Not unbearable, far from it, but still quite strong and pungent, it definitely had an eggy smell, or perhaps more mixed with rotten vegetables, and he was enjoying sniffing it, it smelled bad enough that it felt very 'interesting' to breathe it in. The smell lingered for a while and ¶¿} sniffed it until the smell had dissipated. What an enjoyable experience for all three!
"Hehe, I'm glad you liked it~", Melissa said, feeling really happy.
"I... I'm so grateful towards you two, Melissa and Camilla", ¶¿} said, feeling like in heaven, "Before today, I often just played videogames to distract myself from the fact that no girl was farting on my face, I believed I would never get what I want, I ate a lot of junk food and high sugar drinks, but you two... you two saved me! This is what happiness feels like, I... I'm so happy... thank you very much, you two!", ¶¿} said, hugging Melissa and Camilla and almost crying from the happiness.
"Yay! Group hug!", Melissa said, hugging everyone happily. It was such a cute and heartwarming moment...
"Pathetic!", a succubus girl said, appearing out of nowhere, scaring ¶¿}, Melissa and Camilla.
=== Lilith the Succubus Queen ===
Level 69
HP: 666/666
MP: 420/420
Character trivia: can silence her enemies with 'Mute'. Enjoys dominating others with her stinky farts.
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"These new generations are so weird...", Lilith said, sighing, with a book in her hand, "I don't understand what philosophy and depression have to do with fart fetishism", she continued, throwing the book out of the window, "my name is Lilith, I'm the Succubus Queen. As for how I got here, well, this house has no walls, so anyone can get in. This story is a disaster, it's full of non-sense, it used to be the case that one simply got horny at girls farting, and when one 'finished', they just felt good and didn't think about other things. It's just absurd that a fart fetish story starts with an introduction to a concept that is just a bad parody of Plato's hyperuranion, like, what does that have to do with sexy girls farting? I really don't get it! Those references to quantum physics and the multiverse theory were also really out of place, ugh! And also, was the transformation of the name 'John' into pseudo-glitchy symbols supposed to be scary? That wouldn't even scare a toddler! But the real question is: why is a fart fetish story even supposed to be scary in the first place, when all it must be is sexually arousing? We have so many problems here!", she explained.
"Can you do any better?", ¶¿} asked, curious.
"Oh, dude, of course! I can do so much better!", Lilith said, "but first, I'll have to fix a fundamental problem at its roots! I declare emotions BANNED in this house!"
"Hey! This is MY house!", ¶¿} said, crossing his arms.
"I don't care, shut up!", Lilith said, with a serious smile, "I'll fix this problem for good. APATHY SPHERE!", she yelled, casting a spell that prohibited any emotion in ¶¿}'s house.
"I'll show you what a real fart fetish story is like! Enough talking, now let's begin!", Lilith said, sitting on ¶¿}'s face, ready to start the facefarting session with her new fart slave.
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Lilith: *about to fart on ¶¿}'s face* mnghm~ *PPPBBBRRRTTTSSSFFF*
It smelled worse than the farts of Melissa and Camilla, and ¶¿} was becoming nauseous. Oh, he wasn't so sure if the stinkier was really the better: it was awful, worse than rotten eggs, he wanted some fresh air because those fumes were really noxious. Even the stinkiest fart he smelled from Melissa was nothing compared to Lilith's toxic fumes, her ass was like a chemical weapon.
¶¿}: mgoh, it stinks *coughs*
Lilith: *laughs* duh, of course it does, it's my gas~mmmghg~ *PBRPBRTTTSSSFFF*
So stinky, phew! It was flowing right into ¶¿}'s nostrils, and Melissa and Camilla were watching entertained. The gas was burning ¶¿}'s nostrils and filling them with a putrid stink. If ¶¿} could choose, he'd rather shove his head on a bucket of rotten eggs than to keep smelling Lilith's flatulence. His lungs were being filled with Lilith's noxious fumes, what a smelly situation he was in! Trying not to gag was challenging while breathing in that stink.
Lilith: ~fufufu, now it's gonna get bad~mhngm~ *PBRPBRAAAAPPPTTTSSSFFF* ~aaahhh~
He got farted on again! What an awful smell he was breathing in, it was putrid, sour and disgusting, rotten eggs didn't smell as bad, that sulfuric stench made ¶¿} feel like he was in a stinky volcano, Lilith's ass was soft like a pillow, and out of it toxic fumes were blown, he had no choice but to smell those horrendous farts, what a delight for Lilith, she really enjoys dominating her slaves with her stinky farts!
For so long ¶¿} was daydreaming about a girl farting on his face, and now he got what he wanted, but Lilith's farts were noxious and she knew it! ¶¿}'s nostrils were burning from the putrid stench, it was as if his nostrils' hair were about to rot and fall off, what nauseating fumes he had to breathe in, it was as if they were soon going to be melting his face! ¶¿} wanted some fresh air, to breathe something that didn't reek of sulfuric putrefaction. A garbage bin wouldn't smell so bad, for sure!
¶¿}: *coughs and gags* Lilith, your farts are too smelly, I'd rather breathe some fresh air, this stench is killing me, phew, it reeks! It makes me want to puke!
His complaint made Lilith horny and aroused, it was so enjoyable for her to hear.
¶¿}: for so much time I've been daydreaming about a girl farting on my face, I've even cried because it wasn't happening in my life. But...
Ugh, emotions!
Lilith: hearing this is gonna give me diabetes! Shut up now... MUTE!
She casted a spell against ¶¿}, erasing his mouth and making him have something in common with Hello Kitty. Now not only he can't talk, he has to smell Lilith's farts with his nose, no choice! He was trapped in a post-minimalist nightmare!
Lilith: and now you can keep smelling my farts, slave! Mnnmgh~ *PBRAAAPPBRPBRPBRTTTSSSFF*
¶¿} could no longer cough or gag, because he no longer had a mouth, so all he could do was to breath in Lilith's ass gas and slowly die inside. The smell was horrible, it was burning his nose and slowly filling his lungs, he only wanted Lilith to stop farting on him, he wanted to stick his head outside of the window to breathe the fresh outdoor air, but turns out his house no longer had any windows, so getting away from those toxic fumes was getting harder.
Lilith: fufu, I know it stinks, so here's more~mmmhhh~ *BBBRRRAAAPPPTTTSSSFFF*
¶¿}'s eyes were watering, and as he was unable to cough or gag - because he lost his mouth - he was just breathing in her farts and feeling nauseous. Without a mouth, he could not throw up either, so he just had to sniff the stinky gas and suffer the miasma, trapped in a smelly torment with his nose so close to Lilith's humid butthole.
Lilith: you're my slave, you must smell my nasty gas, here it is~ *PBRPBRAAAAPSHPSHPSHTTTSSSFFF*
It smelled so bad ¶¿} was starting to panic, and without a mouth to cough or gag, or scream, he was spoiled by a cloud of unescapable stench, he couldn't breathe anything but Lilith's horrible farts, and not having a mouth to throw up from the disgusting stench was so nightmarish! It was like his nose was melting from the stench, and becoming putrid like a rotten egg stuck on his face where his nose used to be, it was a revolting stench, it came out from Lilith's ass right on ¶¿}'s nasal cavity.
Lilith: a fart slave's only purpose is to sniff his mistress's farts! ngh~ *PBRPBRAAAPFSHPFSHPFSHTTTSSS*
Turns out it's not true that in an infinite Universe, life has no purpose. At least for fart slaves, nihilism is not contemplated, because regardless of the size of the Universe, fart slaves do have a purpose, sniffing their mistress' farts, and that's it. ¶¿} wasn't too satisfied about having that purpose though, because Lilith's farts were absolutely rotten, and they were destroying his nose with that nauseating stink.
Lilith: hehe, you're doing a great job fulfilling your duty, slave... not that you have a choice anyway~♥ mnnnh~*PBRPBRPBRTTTSSSFFF*
She kept farting right on ¶¿}'s nose, phew, what a stink, this smelly treatment never seemed to end, the fresh air that didn't reek of putrefaction was like a distant memory for him at that point, by now his nose was marked by the succubus' scent, and she kept marking his nose with her flatulence over and over again, the meaning was clear...
Lilith: slave, I'm marking you with the scent of my flatulence, that means you're mine, got it? I'll do it again, mnghm~*PBRRRRAAAPPPBBBRRRTTTSSSFFF*
¶¿} was scent-marked by Lilith's flatulence, now he's hers~♥
On the walls and the ceilings of ¶¿}'s house, eyes started to appear, filling the entire walls and ceiling. So many eyes, and they were all staring at Lilith, who was feeling a bit uncomfortable, hey, it seems like her Apathy Sphere spell wasn't that effective after all (apart from the frequency of "smiling happily" and similar wordings, which was attenuated by changing the direct speech layout), but she decided to ignore her own feeling anyway and just keep farting on ¶¿}'s face, that was what she did as a fart mistress after all.
Lilith: hoho, so many eyes are on us, ¶¿}, they're seeing how pathetic you are, being farted on by me so much, helpless, desperate... they're seeing us! MNGHM! *PBRPBRPBRTTTSSSFFF*
He was choking from the smell, it was so awful, pungent, rotten, but he had no choice, he had to breathe it in and let it fill his lungs, there was no way out, no fresh air, just a horrid stench he couldn't escape from.
Lilith: hehe, I know you want to vomit, fart sniffer boy, but you have no mouth, and that also means you can't scream. But even if you could, those eyes on the walls of your house wouldn't be able to hear your screams, they can only see your misery and disgust, and what a pathetic loser you are! Mnnnhhh~*PBRRRAAAPPPTTTSSSFFF*
The stench was so horrible that it was overpowering the thoughts he had in his mind, there was nothing he could think about except Lilith's farts, the smell was horrible and it wasn't going away, she just kept farting non-stop and made his nose rot from the inside. All his hopes for some fresh air were dying, the rancid fumes were making him suffer, but he had no mouth to gag. Thinking about flowers didn't help at all, there was no way to get the rotten stench out of his mind while he was forced to inhale them. Lilith was not particularly comfortable either, the eyes on the walls and ceiling kept staring at her with such an intensity it was almost as if they were staring right into her soul.
Lilith: slave, I gotta solve a problem quick. You know, I'm not a loser, so I have some important business to do. Wait a moment... BLINDGA!!!
Lilith casted a spell on the wall's eyes, hoping to remove them, or at least force them to close, but no... the only thing her Blindga [Japanese: ブライガ, Buraiga] spell did was making them bleed, so now the walls and ceiling were filled with bleeding eyes, which made Lilith feel even more uncomfortable, and I'm a bit uncomfortable too because I wonder if including Final Fantasy spells in this story is considered a violation of intellectual property... well, I also mentioned Hello Kitty earlier and I don't own the rights to that character, and Lilith is the name of a demon/goddess already known in Mesopotamia and I'm not Mesopotamian T_T and the Latin alphabet belongs to the Ancient Romans, and I'm not an Ancient Roman (though to be fair they kinda copied - or if you prefer, STOLE - the idea from the Greeks® and the Phoenicians®, those naughty Romans, they should had been sued -.-)! >_<
FUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!
Oops, sorry about that~anyway, Lilith wasn't so lucky, because she did without a doubt fear the eyes that were staring at her (even though she'd never admit that), it was a disturbing sight that made her feel anxious.
Lilith: *mumbles* maybe if I close my eyes... *sighs* no... a fart mistress doesn't feel fear... fart slave, here's another fart! NGH! *PBRAAAAPPPTTSSSFFF*
¶¿}'s smell endurance limit was already broken, and each time Lilith farted on him, his smelly agony increased and he felt like his nose was already vaporized by how much stinky gas he was inhaling. His hope of breathing fresh air was already long gone, all he had was noxious flatulence being blasted on his face over and over again with no signs of stopping, and they're as stinky as ever.
Bleeding eyes were all around, and Lilith's heart was racing.
Lilith: hey loser, the fart session ends here, I hope you learned your lesson *jumps off the bed*
She wanted to get out of ¶¿}'s house as quickly as possible, but there was no way out: there were no windows, and no door, just bleeding eyes. Some drops of blood fell from the ceiling's eyes, right on Lilith's head.
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'Yuck. N-no, this is not good... am I trapped here?', she thought, shivering in fear, and now that the direct speech layout has returned to its original form (since her Apathy Sphere spell lost its effect as it was temporary), emotions are much stronger than they were before. She understood that emotions cannot be defeated. What are emotions anyway? 'Crazy things that possess people's minds and make them behave irrationally, hmpf, I don't need them', she thought.
She heard some footsteps, someone was coming.
It was a girl, with a strange black and white tail, and cat ears.
"Hello everyone, my name is Bunbun and I'm a skunk girl. Is this ¶¿}'s house? I've heard he wanted a girl to fart on his face so I came here!", she said, smiling shyly.
"How did you get in here?", Lilith asked, confused.
"This house has no walls, it's so that anyone can get in, right?", Bunbun said, thinking that the lack of walls was intentional.
"What do you mean this house has no walls? I've been trying to get out - I mean, because the fart session was over, of course - but there are no doors or windows, just bleeding eyes", Lilith said, hoping there was some way out.
Bunbun looked around. "Oh, well... it wasn't like this from the outside. This house literally had no walls, but now that I'm inside, I can see it seems like I'm stuck in here. Why are there bleeding eyes on the walls anyway?", she asked, nervously. She hadn't seen anything like that before in her life, and it was making her feel very uncomfortable.
"I... I have no idea, to be honest", Lilith said, smiling nervously, "you're not scared of them, right? Only pathetic losers are scared of bleeding eyes on the walls and ceiling, that keep staring at you all the time!", she said, trying to sound tough.
"Nevermind...", Bunbun said, sighing, "where is ¶¿}, anyway? So I can fart on him", she said, trying to get her job done. That's why she came here, after all.
"It's that guy!", Lilith said, pointing at ¶¿}, a strange guy without a mouth and without eyes. Seeing that sent Bunbun shivers down her spine, she had never seen anything that horrifying before.
"W-why does he have no mouth and no eyes?", Bunbun asked, stuttering and shivering in fear. She was starting to feel like she was trapped inside a nightmare.
"Well, he has no mouth because I hit him with my Mute spell since he was annoying me, and he has no eyes because I accidentally hit him with Blindga. Don't worry, he'll regain his mouth and eyes later, my spells are temporary", Lilith explained.
Bunbun was shivering in terror and gulping nervously, and Lilith saw that she was uncomfortable and was trying to maker her feel more at ease. "Don't worry Bunbun, he doesn't bite! Ha, got it? Hahaha!!!", she said, laughing at her own joke. Bunbun let out a short, nervous laugh, she breathed deeply and tried to calm down, remembering what she was there for, to fart on ¶¿}'s face.
"I don't know if he really wants me to fart on his face, though... he can't speak", Bunbun said, worrying about consent.
"He can't say no!", Lilith said, with a quite perverted idea of consent. Will she manage to convince Bunbun?
"Uh...", Bunbun sighed, "my farts are really smelly, though. I'm a skunk girl, after all. Is he really okay with me farting on his face?", she asked, a bit nervous, hoping to not do anything wrong against ¶¿}.
"Oh, for sure! He whined that no girl was farting on his face, playing videogames everyday with tears in his eyes, he was so sad before today! He said 'the stinkier the better', so go ahead, Bunbun, fart on his face and make him happy~", Lilith said, grinning.
"Oh, right... he did say that, that's why I came here... well then!", Bunbun said, sighing and smiling, and sitting on ¶¿}'s face, "get ready, ¶¿}, I'll make you feel like you're in heaven, it's gonna reek, hehe~♥", she was holding one for a while and she was ready to let it rip right on his face, "mnghm~♥"
☢☣☠PBRPBRPBRTTTSSSFFF☠☣☢
Whoa, Bunbun's fart was absolutely toxic, ¶¿} immediately started sneezing, and the stench was spreding throughout the room, it was so bad that Lilith had to get as far as Bunbun as possible, even though she was trying to not get too close to the eye-filled walls. 'Phew, these eyes are so lucky they're not noses! I'm gonna throw up...', Lilith thought in her mind, coughing and gagging like crazy and her eyes were watering, and that was considering she was on the opposite side of the room! ¶¿} felt like he was dying inside, his nose was burning really hard and he was sneezing really hard.
"Uh... is he okay?!", Bunbun mumbled, worried as ¶¿} was sneezing even harder, "uh... I'll get off from his face...", she said, getting off the bed and getting closer to Lilith, who was gagging really hard, "phew, my fart is stinking up this room, uh?", she said, smirking.
¶¿} sneezed really hard and then suddenly he threw up some dark purple vomit from his nose. From his vomit, electrical currents were flowing, touching his vomit would give a mild electric shock.
vv"I'm dying...", Lilith mumbled, gagging uncontrollably, she wasn't able to hide how much she was suffering because of the horrible stench that had by now filled the entire house. With no windows and no doors, there was no way out, and she felt like she was about to throw up. It was just a smell, she wasn't actually dying, but it was so awful it made her wish she was dead.
"Yeah, it stinks, I know~", Bunbun said, with a proud smirk on her face, while ¶¿}'s entire house was becoming unbearable from the stench. Bunbun giggled, she knew how bad her farts were.
Lilith was desperate and was hoping that there was a way out, maybe a secret one, but all she could see was a wall filled with bleeding eyes. There were no windows, no doors, nothing to get out from that horrible house that not only was disturbing but was also filled with Bunbun's toxic flatulence, so noxious that it caused uncontrollable gagging and wanting to puke and die. The only thing Lilith could see different from the usual wall with bleeding eyes was a fridge, 'but of course, a fridge is absolutely useless, it won't give me fresh air...', she thought, panicking, with her eyes and nose burning like crazy. She opened the fridge anyway, and...
it was actually an infinite room!
'W-what'... Lilith couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"What is that? A secret room? It's like Narnia!", Bunbun said, making this story even more transgressive against copyright than it was before, but she didn't know she was in a fictional story, and neither do you, reader. At least, before now. We're all inside a fictional story, that's just the consequence of the Universe being infinite, every combination of characters exist somewhere, including the entire story of your life from start to finish, and every story that was ever written and will ever be written, but it also follows that no story is actually fictional (unless it's physically and/or logically impossible), because everything you can think of is happening somewhere in this infinite Universe. In this case, phew, poor ¶¿}!
Lilith said nothing, she just ran towards that infinite room inside the fridge, hoping to escape the horrible stench, and Bunbun followed her.
"Oh, you're here!", Melissa said, and Camilla was with her too. They have lit a fire and were roasting and eating marshmellows.
"It's a bit chilly in here, but it's fun!", Camilla said, smiling.
"H-hi, my name is Bunbun!", she said, introducing herself a bit shyly.
"My name is Melissa" - "I'm Camilla"
"Nice to meet you, Melissa and Camilla!", Bunbun said, smiling and blushing.
"Nice to meet you too, Bunbun! Would you like some marshmellows?", Melissa asked, smiling.
"Sure!", Bunbun said, joining the others in the campfire (fridgefire?) fun.
Soon, they heard some steps behind them. It was...
"¶¿}! You're back!", Melissa said, smiling happily.
"And you have your mouth and eyes again!", Bunbun said, smiling.
"Of course he does, my spells are temporary", Lilith said, shrugging.
"You can call me John again, y'all. My soul is no longer corrupted. In fact, thanks to y'all, all my problems have now left me. They were dark purple, and slightly electric, but finally they're gone. I got what I've been desperately wanting for such a long time, and now I am... happy. Really. Thank you, everyone!", John said, smiling and blushing.
"Hmpf, I didn't do it for your pleasure, you idiot!", Lilith said, pouting and blushing, "b-but... you're welcome, John...", she said, blushing even more and smiling.
"I liked farting on your face, John!", Bunbun said, smiling.
"Anything to make you happy!", Melissa said, and then Melissa, Camilla and Bunbun all hugged John, "yay! Group hug!", Melissa said, smiling happily and feeling great.
"Still kinda pathetic!", Lilith said, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes, "oh, who am I fooling, I'll join the group hug too!", she said, joining the group hug and smiling happily as well.