GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒈⒊ — @alpacalipsArise Aradia Megido, the Godhead (This one's more confronting than usual. I apologize in advance.) When I look at the night sky, I think of what’s beyond; the swallowing darkness ↑ there; the meticulous polaroid of everything and nothing in chaotic simultaneity. When you are gone, these bodies will outlast you. As you reach for the ★s, the likes of which your body was never prepared for, you begin to lose yourself. What a terrifying thought it is to be Nothing in the grand scheme of things. (SOMEONE THROWS A TOMATO AT ME.) OKAY, OKAY, FINE. So I’m a little shaken about this treachure feature. After all, Aradia has BEATEN ME TO THE PUNCH. She Gandered ME before I could get to her. But I s↑pose that’s pretty in-character for who she is. Trust me, you will NOT be disappointed by this MANYMARVEL! Don’t get too dandered, let’s Take A Gander at Aradia Megido! Believe it or not, I read ALL OF THIS USER’S posts. All of them... OK, *MOSTLY* ALL of them… with a straight face. A lot of melty Serketposting that burns my pants and makes me writhe like a dying spider. This isn't particularly SHOCKING (nor is it a bad thing!) This is CHITTR, after all! The FIRST thing to know about this puzzle is that there are MANY OF HER. Many incarnations within the ARAGIDO MULTITUDINOUS OMNISPACE: REGULAR (vanilla), GODTIERED (strawberry), ROBOTIC (chocolate), FROG (ribbit). The list goes on. But this Aradia is DIFFERENT. This one is the GODHEAD OF REALITY (neapolitan)—what I prescribe to be a state that truly surmounts one’s SGRUBIAN GODHOOD—and is therefore an exclusivity amidst her own ilk. There will be no one else quite like her. Because she is also a black hole. (CROWD WOAH?!) The SECOND thing to know is that this troll ALREADY KNOWS HERSELF MORE THAN I DO. I’m but the pas-serby looking at her window, making guesses as accurate as darts on a board. She’s already HIT BULLSEYE multiple times. This ROUND OF EYE-SPY was always slated for her victory. Aradia’s posts are your QUIETUDES SPOKEN ALOUD. Her discretion and variety stretches wide, speaking to her confronting truths and desires without any hesitation, all with the occasional imitation of the nuances of OTHER USERS. There are times where she can be saccharine sweet, kind and nurturing, and other times where you are reminded that she is a god, and her input derives from knowledge you could never bring a candle to. This singularity absorbs what happens around her and produces content with her OWN spin to it. She condescends to a state where it becomes DIFFICULT to resonate with. I mean, what DOES META mean to a guy like me, anyway? Also, YES, she will tell you how you will die without hesitation. It’s a morbid thought, really. She exists in a state where all that has happened and will happen comes as easily as LOOKING OUT A WINDOW. Although she gives off the impression of being truly pas-sionate, she is disturbingly hollow. A lot of her content carries a haunting quality that only comes with the nature of being dead for longer than a lot of us have been alive. I think that’s the banality of godhood, what coexisting with the META does to a person. You're not a plot deviant, nor are you a plot proponent. You know you’re beyond all of that. Your name is ARADIA MEGIDO, and you HAVE A MEGAGOD COMPLEX. Everything that was and will be will eventually join the shuddering mas-ses of Aradia Megido. One day, we will all be you. Do you miss when you were vanilla? Is that something you ALSO FONDLY REGARD? Let's get to the point: you encroach spaces where you don’t belong and forget how shaken that makes people. You hold your [psychological, carnal] desires over people and expect them to smile and laugh it off. Your aimlessness has festered into complacency. Consequences no longer know your name. That is why you’re so EXISTENTIALLY TERRIFYING. Because in the end, we can’t do anything about you. This is the policy of learned helplessness. Like the fuchsia that fraternizes with all lower castes, you are the god that settles ↓ with those below her and pretends she is one of them, revelling in the fact that she's so much more than they'll ever be. At the same time, I’m glad the idea of you cannot exist beyond the confines of my mind. And I’m glad you remain in your place——beyond the ★s I’ll never reach. (SUSPECTED CLAS-SPECT: NOT APPLICABLE!) *shudder* Regardless, BE SURE TO GIVE HER A BIG BIG FOLLOW! She'll know if you haven't. I’ll see you guys in the NEXT ONE! ADDENDUM: Aradia's inebriated break↓ has made me reconsider what I said here. Though her jaded condescension is a byproduct of her godly nature, she craves to regain MORTAL NORMALCY. An abortive desire as far as I can tell. I really do hope she finds some way to feel troll again. She's more terrified of what she is than people are of her. No one (⒈) should be this aware. #gandertag #hiaradia