(Imm) Chnigujiguji: i tell you what will happen in 2050.
(Imm) Chnigujiguji: the football players heads are gonna be replaced with hollywood actors's heads digidally. more money
(Imm) Raded: Chnigujiguji
(Imm) Raded: how do you come up with these things
(Imm) Chnigujiguji: natural evolutionary deducting
(Imm) Mondaine: I am concerned nothing from you is natural.
(Imm) Raded: I want a 24 hour stream, a day in the life of Chnigujiguji
(Imm) Mirrim: I'm afraid of that.
(Imm) Chnigujiguji: we really dont need the dull illiterate fottballers. we need drama and high.. things. we join footballers lower bodies with hollywood actors's heads and get so much more value
(Imm) Mondaine: guji slow-tv
(Imm) Mirrim:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uD0qyXMjb1s No it's definitely this
(Imm) Raded: in his undies, battling a bear that's trying to invade his home. "I NEED TO POST AN IDEA ON THE IDEAS BOARD" he yells, stabbing the bear deep in its heart.
(Imm) Raded crosses his arms and nods slowly and sagely to Mirrim.
(Imm) Mirrim: Write me more Chwujfdskajfkdsa fanfic, Raded.
(Imm) Mirrim: I'm sorry, I don't actually know what Chnigujiguji means and I feel like I should ask instead of just typing by slapping my keyboard when referring to you.
(Imm) Mondaine: maybe it's afrikaans for sex parts...
(Imm) Raded: Chnigujiguji sits down at his PC. The clock reads 2AM. "Aardwolf," he says out loud to himself, "is not ready for this idea." He takes a swig of vodka. "What if," he types, slowly. "What if the footballers had different heads on the television."
(Imm) Chnigujiguji: thats correct
(Imm) Raded: what time is it right now hwuaijijal
(Imm) Chnigujiguji: 01:66
(Imm) Mirrim laughs out loud.
(Imm) Raded: what kind of weird ass soviet clock
(Imm) Chnigujiguji: it wen one over. no big deal
(Imm) Raded: Chnigujiguji is five hours into a "Ten Hours Loop of Bearforce1" YouTube video. The sun won't rise again until spring. The fire is roaring, a little too warm. He removes his shirt. "What if," he pauses. Unsure if he can complete this idea. Sweat drips down his back. "What of Luis Suarez was hot."