At a certain level of intoxication I can look at the torsion of a non-trivial closed 2-manifold and think “holy shit, that’s fucking hilarious, I never thought that would happen ever” and then at a certain level of intoxication I can realize that I’m drunk and go to bed
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my friends at the party: bro you better not start rotating strategically connected tiled shapes in front of the hoes again
me: why are we even talking about this. I don't do that.
me after five beers:
A Cube runs Messiah, Inc. against all odds. The millennium visit to Flatland rests upon his 6 sides. How can he ensure his legacy and make his mark in history?
A Circle lives a pampered life, the son of a senator, destined to take his position in the Southern Republic. He follows the president's word totally, a good citizen who falls in line and never asks question. Of course, this makes him the perfect candidate for A Cube's Messiah.
Hopefully he listens.
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Finally got around to doing this. Fanfic makes for a good motivator for writing in general. First chapter is about A Cube, and next will be A Circle. I make no promises on when the next chapter will come out, but this was fun so hopefully soon. Hope you enjoy!












