This kind of horror shitpost reminds of There Is No Antimemetics Division. Very much recommend if you enjoy having that weird pit in your stomach that fills you with unknown dread.

who?

This is too high quality to be a shitpost, moderator please ban OP and give me Lila’s number.

Sorry Lulu, gotta keep on truckin’

Ain’t she sposta have only one eye

im so sorry lila

but I ripped a gravity bong before I saw this

you did not stand a chance

I give you a choice Lila. The void, or the wank panzer mind palace.

I´ve seen this post before, around a year ago, so… Is this the same Lila from before? or a new Lila? If she’s the same, does she remember that she ceased to exist? or it is as it never happened?

I’m going to scroll down and release Lisa from her existential pain. And then I’ll envy her a little.

I am a face on the moon.
I am an example of pareidolia.
Anthropomorphize me!

Shit Lila is lucky, have you guys been paying attention to “existing” lately? This shit sucks

Thing about a concept is, while I can project onto it a sense of being, emotion, the desire to exist, those are still just projections onto something that is incapable of generating those on its own.

“Lila, you cannot cease to exist because you never came into existence in the first place,” I said to the substanceless non-thing in my mind. I never made a being; I projected my own fear of nonexistence onto a golem made of neurotransmitters and glutamate.

That all being said, tonight when I get off work Lila and I are going to sit on the couch, watch a couple episodes of Invincible, and make out.

This is kind of what the game she’s from is about. Except in a more collective consciousness perspective than individualkstic. As long as one person remembers Lila, she is eternal.

We all must face the reality of our impermanence, Lila, I am not your keeper. It’s ok, it won’t hurt.

Bye, Lila.