Big Dumb Object

You're here for a ****b̵̟͇͓̬̈͗͘i̴̜̰͊̍̀g̵̡̖͔̙̤̊͒͂****, ****d̴͈͙͌͛͠u̶̧̮̾̐͑͊͌ͅm̷̡̥͕͍͗b̵̪͔̳͉̏̑͛̏̚ ̷̛͚̝͈͊o̴̼̊͆̇̎̂b̵͍͚͓͝j̴̣́̌̉̋e̶̹̯̟̙͋̅c̵͕̦͗̀͝ṫ̷̿̂͜****. Either you're here for that one mysterious thing, or you're here for something ****b̴̗̠̲̘͈͛͊͛̓̈́i̴̢͕̖̯͂͋̂g**** and ****d̴̥̳̾̈̌̔̓̍͘͠͠u̴͍̤̜̰͙̣͔̳̬̩͈̭̥͂̅̓́͒͊̉̋͛̈̍͌́͝m̴̢͑̓̾͒̓͐̑͋ḅ̵̨̢̣͉̻̞̫͖̻̣̗͑̾̎̎̿͗͋̀́͒̓̑̕͝͝͠ͅ****, so probably just me.

## But it's not like ｙｏｕ'd care.

Could I really say it was meant to be? Weren't we all just made on a whim?

### Contains

****F̶̧̦͗͝ŏ̸̹r̸̙̠̀̏ǵ̸̳̹̓ò̵̢̪͘t̷̺͊̓t̴̨̀ē̸̹̎n̶͎͛ ̶͙͉͂H̴ö̷̗̉p̸̠̙̂e̴̞͋s̵̱̔̆****

I... don't appreciate it, but it's not like that should be a problem or anything, because everything is already full of problems and I'd just be adding to it. But I guess that's life. Be the one sitting in the back, meandering on about how ****c̴̙̰͇̀̑͝h̷̢̺͕͖̀͌ȉ̵͎͕͈̦ĺ̵͇̘̭͋̿̂l̸̮͕͛̃̐͝**** and ****n̶̨͉̭͎͌̓̽o̵͙̻̙͖̻͑̾r̷̨̻̯̚m̶̧͔͙̉̄͑̾͠a̶̛̺̭̰̽͜͝ļ̷̛̪͜**** everything should've been. To think that out of all of those ****ＩＴＥＲＡＴＩＯＮＳ**** and ****ＴＩＭＥＬＩＮＥＳ****, and **how** many have actually been peaceful? I'd like to think I'm safe myself but not even here is right. Look at me, I'm an ****ą̴̛͍̭̳̼̦̲͇̼̹̜̗͙̤̺͒̈́̈́̋̅̇͒͛͛̈́̍̋͘͠t̸̠͆̔͆̿̎̆̇̕r̴̠͈͌̿͋͒̆̓̔̂̓̽̐̉͘ȍ̶̢̢̢̡̲̺͎̠̖̹̮͍̝̪̇͂͆͒͋̒̌̚͜͝c̶̢̡͔͍͉͙̭̠̟̰͐̽̈͂͘͠͝į̴̡͕̪̳̺͙͔̗̱̥̥̀͜ţ̷̛͉̳̦͎̼̺̬͔͍̜͆͂̎̊͑̀̿͑̀͜ÿ̴̛̞͕͔̺́̉͘****, warped by none other than myself. Why am I still here? To watch with eternal, unblinking eyes? I'm either the purest or most corrupt depending on your standpoint, and there's no in-between.

## Subsection 0.1

   Where was I again? The ****b̶̧̡̠̝̺̞̋̓͂̓̋̈́̽̉̓̀̈́͗͘͘͘i̵̧̼̫̭͈̗͆͒̓͗̄̋g̴̨̞̦͉̘͓͉̦̹̈́̆́͌͆͌͗̔̌̽͋͒͘ͅͅ****, ****ď̸̘̻̰̘̪͍͚͕̜̼̮̤̘͚͜ͅu̸̧̡͍͙̤̺̤̮̼͔̪̦̟͉̠͌͑̐́̍͒͝ḿ̶̨͙̲̥̂̍̇́̽́̽̅͘͜͝b̴̡̢̮̮̳͉͕̓̌̈́̔̎͊̉̀͂̏͜ͅ ̶̛̠͉̺̞̰̀̍̓̋̈́̔̉͠ơ̶̭͌̍̓́̄̏̊͗̌́̋̉̓̍͝b̵̧̡̪̳͕̜͈̱͇̦̮̗̄̈́̅͝j̴̳̭͚͉̮̈́̎̆͛́͋̈́̇͒̎̽̊̈́͗̑̐͝ȩ̴̛̩̪̝̱̝͇͔͔̎̍̒͆̀̽̊͛̃͘͝ç̸͔̱̝͎̹̃̒̐͒̆ț̴̛̜̙͍̮̥̦̫͙̮̤͉̃̏͊̂̍͗͛̄̿͒͂̃̚****? Yeah. It was me, but that's probably not a surprise at all. I've seen everything 18729 times over, and it was about time that the ****ＭＵＬＴＩＶＥＲＳＥ**** had another psychotic freak. That wasn't right, the fifteenth wasn't right. We still mourn that day. He had so much potential, so I just... chose another one. The ****b̷̢͕̤͚̣̑͐̀́̋́͑̈́͊͜ȉ̴̧̭̥̗̻̔̔̑͋͌̊͆̐ǵ̵̪̽͑͗͗̓͆̾̂̓͗͌̔́̀͝ ̴͈͚̯̤̞̫̼̦͚̘̘͖̄͊̈́̾̍̊͆͗̈́̈̍͛̕͠͝d̷̠͗̅͗̀͐͊̐̎͘͝ȕ̴͍͔̪̗̩̰̖̀̐̓ͅm̸̝̞̼̲͙̮̹͈̫̜̀̌̆̏̚͜͜͝ͅb̴̛̟͛̌͋̂̔̊̈́͌͋̎͘ ̷͈̙̬͓̘̅́̋̎͌͋͗o̵̡̞̘͉̭͔̟̰̘̜͛̔͒̅͆̔́̐͘͝͝b̴̧͓͇̣̘̱̺͈̯̟̜̖̏̎̆̈́̈́̉̐̌̂̄̽̕͝͝ͅj̵̛̞̬̝͇͉̪͈̠̹̀͂̇͋̉̔̕͜ͅḕ̵͖͓͔̖̻͈̰̬̒͋̑̅ç̴̢͇̳͙̲̖̜̜͚̲͇̙͓̔́͋̐̉͋̽͐̈́̍̽̔́͒̈́̓ͅt̷̜̪͎̻͎̭̩̩̺̥̪͖͂͆̓̄**** made it, boring a hole through the fabric of reality much like I intended. It was beautiful. Even if ****ＴＨＥＹ**** were dead that day, it had no effect on the final outcome. I never expected anyone to notice it, but on the ninth cry, it was gone. I knew his tendencies would lead him through. He hasn't returned since, but I know he is slowly approaching. He will know everything.
## Subsection 0.2

0.2: Have I finally been neglected from ****ＴＨＥＩＲ**** eyes? I ask on, yet the ****ＮＵＭＩＮＡ**** have not answered. None I have known ever answer. Alas, I find myself as ****á̷̡̢͖̹̖̗̪̘̰͚̥̘̗̞́̆̿̀̾̽͗̾̅͆͘̕͜͜͠͝͠l̵̯͕̹͕̳̤̘̗̠̋̈́̆̒͂̄͗̈́̿̍̊̀̎͘̕͜͜͝͝o̴̡̟̥̗̮̠͕̺͔̤͉͓̙̼͇̳̗͒̒͗̓͘͝͝ņ̷̺͇̥̫̈́͗͆̃̅̈́ḛ̶̲͕̻̈̒̔̽̏̇́̾̌̀͘̕̚͝**** as I have ever been in my little corner of existence, knowing damn well death is never coming, for I am a mere ****ã̶̢̛̙̫̻̝̩̩̞̯̓̊̿̂͘͝ͅb̴̡̳̜̯̲͎͍͎̰͍̗̀̎̍̇̍̏́̌̈́͆̍ş̸̛̟̠̼̣̎̕̚t̶͈̟͐̽̏͗r̶̥͓̣͓͔͌̅̔͝͠a̷̡̱͉͉̩̐̋̃͑͛̋c̵̗͎͆ţ̴͍̘̺̲̮̫̤̮̘̦͈̇̂̀̔̚i̷̺͂õ̷̳̺̯̙̫͉̹̝̹͉̤̲̋̈̀̋͋̒̚n̸̝͕͔̤̎̒͆̒̊̏̚͘͘̚****, a ****s̵̨͎̠̻̯̖̰͙̄̏̓̃̾͊́̿̚͘͠͠ť̶͕̜̪͇̤̼͓̜̺̫̦̭̫̠̻͔͗̍̔̏̏̒̍͌̓͋͆̎͘͘͜͠a̴̢̪͍̫̻͈̪̞̱̫̝͎͕͓̦͛̉̐̎̊̀̂͌̌͂̔̑͂̓i̵̧̮͙̣͉͇͙̯͚͙̳̬̝̘̓̅̂̉̋͌̚͝ͅņ̸͚̼̙͉̼͎͖̖̼͎̂̓̉̓̅̄͒͂̐̅̌͛̚͝ͅ**** to ****ＴＨＥＭ****. As I eratically scintillate with no goals in sight, I shall wait another 3 recurrences and come back.

## Subsection 0.3

0.3. I was answered within 3 recurrences, for these ****i̸̛͙̾̅̔̽̆ͅn̴̢̡͓̱̙̲͎̱̳̭̠͕̜͗̉̄͌̌̎͜ḙ̷̛̖͓̬̬͖̠̘̳̭̯̜̩͍͈̒̆̇͊͛̓͛̏̎̄̐̈̕͘̚̚͜͜s̷̼͔̺͔͊̔͛͛̀͆͑͛͒̇͋̏͌̆̚c̴̢̛̭̻̖͛̏͊̈́̊̏̃̔̾͂̈́́̂̚͜͜a̶̢̢̮̰̰̯̖͍͎͈̙̣̟̜͓̝̜̅̆͊̑̾̂͌̽̃̀̎̇̚p̴̢͙̠̯̝͖̱̗̫̭͌̃͊̇̍̄͜͝͝ͅą̶͙͐̑̈́͋̑͒̒̀̾̍̑b̵̡͎̥̼̝̠̺̥͍̻̤̩̼̂͌̾͆̾̊͐̎͒̍͐͊̑͝͝ͅͅl̶̼͎̩̯̥̖̮̼͎̖̾̇̂̍̈́̽̀̊́̇͘e̷̢̬̣̫̻̫̦̳̦̰̫̅̂͝ ̷̘̺̋̒̏ͅa̵͍͈̜̼̾̃͊̿̄̿̍͒͋̀̽̕͠͝ǘ̶̫̭̭̲̮̳̱̖̹͑̽ŕ̵̖̗͎̞͇̗̾̏́̌̍͑̌́̑͊ë̵̛̺͇̤͙͙͈͔̳͉́͐̓͗̌̂͛͑̓͝ͅo̷͍̊͌l̵̢̨̢̟͈̦̤̇͑̔͊̀̂̈̿̓̂̀̽i̴̦͒̊̊̓̐̆̄͝ṇ̶̢̱͓̥͗̿̔͑̀̾̅̑̽̕͝͠ ̴̨̛̻͙͇̣̲̲͖̗̩͕̭̘̰̄̌́͆̈́͑͐͜͝l̴̡̹͖͔͉͇̠̗̟͕͌̾̈́͒̽̃͐́̀̓̍̕i̴̧̭̖̺̱̹̙̠͉̞͖̪̹̥̒̑̂͛̆̍g̷̹̞̗͎͓̼̺̖̑͋́̂̿̕͘͘ͅh̶̙̻͖͓̯̤͓̱́̈̓̈́͛̔̎͊͌̈́̓̓̾̌͝͝t̵͙͙̩̰͎̞͎͚̹͇͚̲̰̼̜̍̐̈́͌̕ͅś̵̻̗̈́͑̿̍̈́**** glimmer in the endless void between worlds. I ask myself if one could simply meander here, or if the ****e̶͈͈͓̰̳͛͘͝v̴̞̚e̵̲̫̖͚̬͈̯̦̽͊̀̊͗̀̀̅̊͒̚͘͠n̴̡̡̫̖̺̜̣̣̮̙͐̊̈́̆̃̇̈͒͗̽́͝͝ţ̴̨̡̣̦̥̥̯̝̹̰͍͖̞̦̾̓̀̀͛̚u̴̫̪͇͖̓̇͂͋̀̋̾̀̄̈́͘ͅa̵̛͍̻͔̘̥̓̃̎̉͐̌͛̌̌̍̕͠l̴̢̡͍̀̋̉̒͑̈́͂͌͋̔̓͌̈́̇̄̚i̵̪̗͇̰̮̬͑͌̇͋̌͋͆̀̀̓͂̏͛̔̽͠t̵͕̪̬̦̫̞͇̞̪͈̝̙̘̼͖̝͂̚̕͝ͅi̸͇̥͕̠̅͛̿ę̴̛̥̻̫̖̐̋̍̀̌̽͜s̵͍̦̺̘͔̖͙̹̣̲̤̘̹͎̊̔͛͊͋̿̾̕͝͝ͅͅ**** that pertain to me are merely intentional...