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Message: <blockquote data-quote="RangerWickett" data-source="post: 5660892" data-attributes="member: 63">So we're flying toward a long lost planet full of alien technology, passing through a realm of space where physics break down and the normal hellish sea of the Warp has seeped away into higher dimensions, forcing us to pass through realspace shoals filled with asteroids that accelerate toward us, while constantly being bombarded by a stream of madness-inducing conversations from beings that exist outside of time.Y'know, a typical Friday night.The things we hear are really weird. For instance:After consulting a few heretics we have on board, we postulate that just as the Warp is used to convey messages across vast distances of realspace, this 10th-dimensional fifth world is used to convey the atemporal messages of entities throughout a nonlinear timestream. These entities are essentially eternal and have experienced everything, but whenever something multiversially unique crops up, they seek help. We notice that the faster the discussions are going in this fifth world stream are going, the more gravitational shearing we experience in realspace. I postulate that if we can get in touch with that reality, we can influence gravity in our vicinity and stop getting bombarded by space rocks.My character finds in the ships librarium an old book on hyperdimensional mathematics, and I become convinced I can use the equations within to construct a device in our psyker-brain-fueled holodeck that will let me communicate with the 10th dimension. 26 insanity points later (i.e., my crazy went from Donald Trump to Charlie Sheen), I've developed a fixation on solving any math problem I see, but I've managed to make contact.The GM, a sort of lunatic genius, explains that I experience this reality as a sort of streaming internet messageboard, full of the concerns and comments of beings for whose existence I have almost no reference point. I want to spend some time getting a sense of proper etiquette so I don't come across as an outsider, but by this point our ship has had to land on a comet, and the comet has changed course and is hurtling directly toward a rogue planet the size of mars.We're in a bit of a rush, so I decide to jump in the deep end. I send:My pets have gotten their starfleet stuck in a realm where physics manifest from a reality they've never experienced. I worry they will transform themselves into dust motes and spoil my slake wine. How best to communicate means of escape their primitive minds can understand?And I get the response:Why such chronolinear thinking? Just plant brood-eggs to hatch in the next iteration of their thought plane and unmake the realm before they arrive.Another response is:All these chronolinear posts are clogging the channel. Someone should invoke the Overbeing. My sarcophagus desires dissolute purity, and would rasterize the dawn apes if moderation here wasn't so damned wishy-washy.The mere fact of me starting that thread causes a flux of gravity that crushes a few crew compartments -- we only lose three thousand men; nothing serious -- but I realize that what we need is to stop the chatter for a bit. I need to find a really active thread, so I track down a flame war:I need to shut this down, so I send my best suggestion:"Um, why not just kill them?"Suddenly I am forcibly expelled from the 10th dimension construct within my holodeck, and we receive one last transmission.User is banned from this Fifth World Forum for violating our terms of use policy of no chronolinear content. You may not post again for 24 branching iterations of baryonic reality. Thread closed.Suddenly in realspace, gravity returns to normal. We maneuver free of the comet before it crashes into the planet, and we fly on to the rest of our adventure.</blockquote>

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