you were in an infinite universe that's entirely a mcdonalds playplace. so you can't escape everywhere you go there is just another part of the playplace. You can travel for decades searching for an exit but you will never find one just more cheap plastic slides, glass tubes, and other various obstacles. Mapping the area is pointless. The only sounds are the occasional bumps and echoes in the distance. All you can do is wander this unforgiving realm of ironic loneliness.

I'd probably try to kill myself tbh

Given the fact we're all basically alone and in a plane of existence constituting of only plastic and metal, all of us would be dead in less than a month. Anyone who doesn't die of thirst or hunger some how would be driven insane before finally succumbing to their bodily functions. Excrement and dead bodies would line the tubes and slides, providing the only source of nourishment in such a hellish play place. The only people who'd be able to talk to you would be the voices in your head.

Each day you would wake up from your cheap plastic bubble that you've curled up in to as a sleeping place. After letting your bodily functions have been released, you continue your search, occasionally taking a bit of rotting human fleshing you've harvested from a dead carcass you found some days ago, ignoring the disgusting taste and the barbaric notion of eating your own man, pretending that the blood you drink is just colored water. At the slightest bumps or echoes is enough to drive you into a frenzy of crawling and traversing the plastic hell in hopes of social interaction with someone who isn't you yourself or thy. You call out in hopes of a response but after hours of frantic searching yields nothing. As you find a net to sleep on, you curl up and watch the night come as another shred of your sanity peels off into the void.

You want to die, you want to end it all, you can feel your grasp on the world loosening, rotting like the flesh you cannibalize. But yet you can't do it. Even with all the open top places you come across in this endless void, you can't bring yourself to jump off and break your neck. Even as you convince yourself that you should not eat and drink the meat and blood of humans and want to starve yourself, you keep eating in a primal drive of wanting to survive, no matter how much you want to just die and be free of this plastic prison that stretches into the endless void.

This actually is starting to sound like an interesting RP idea

An infinitely large, sprawling McDonald's playplace?

Dude. I'd rock the shit out of that place. It'd be like an amusement park with no other riders, where everything's free, except it's got no dumb scary rides and comes loaded with BIG BALLS OF BOUNCE HOLY FUCK THIS PLACE IS AWESOME!

Dude. Dude. You can't tell me that you've never, ever, as an adult, wanted to run into the kiddy area of a McDonald's, shove the little four year olds to the side, and scream "WITNESS MEEEEE" at the top of your lungs before leaping into a pile of balls.

-Shorticus obsessing about balls and going balls deep-

Srry m8, 2 homoerotic 4 me

It sounds like I can an extra eternity in the ball pit.

Oh god not this realm again.

I remember this one.

It seems fun at first, but it never ever ends.

And all you have to eat is McDonalds food while all you have to drink is soda.

Hope that you like moving since if you don't you risk obesity since there is no other food here.

I will need to imagine some people, try to poke holes in the ballpit balls and call them my new friends. We will have fun coversations about the weather.

Wait.

There is no weather here.

Well, how about the slides? Look at all these slides man! See them all, weee wee wee I love these slides. There is so many of them. I think there is a several million slides in this place. It is a whole galaxy of slides sliding down a infinite amount of ballpits. Maybe there's a ballpit ocean with life in it? Well, only one way to find out Mr. Redface.

Wait, is the usual Astroturf floor of the playground included, or is it just a maze of vibrant tubes stretching infinitely in depth, width, and height, with small portholes showing only more tubes reaching into the distant fog? Do the slides have a bottom end or do they just go on and on? Clock has the right idea, this is one of the best claustrophobic weird-fantasy prompts I've seen.

Probably just gonna sleep.

Our world is one of light and darkness.

The bright colors of cheap plastic do little to hide the bleak future that awaits us all.

A future of stagnation, of isolation, of dread.

Every day we receive food, dropped from the sky or found in the deepest of tunnels. It is both a blessing and a curse. Our human will-to-survive makes us to swallow our dollar-menu sustenance, only to delay inevitable death for one more day.

Together we wander the endless wastes, forever alone.

But what if?

What if I gave you another way?

Tales from the Earth of our forerunners tell of the strength of man, who took from the planet raw resources; rock, wood, bone. He made from these the means to dominate the world, to become the master of his domain.

The same fate awaits us my friends, if only we dare to reach out and grasp our destiny.

I have gathered you all here to The Great Pit today for a reason. You have been selected from all of the people of Playland as the finest, the best. Each one of you possess unique skills that if used together, under my command, will forge a new world with us as it's masters!

First we take the tools we have been given. We forge the metal struts into weapons with which we drill daily, we disassemble all of the nearby structures to rebuild our own fortress city, our symbol of power. And when our power is finally undeniable;

We Strike.

Riding out from our gates, garbed in Red-Plastic armor, our legions will spread across the lands, rounding up the weak, those unfit for our new world. The others are important, for although they are weak, they are not worthless. We shall pen them up within our walls! By day they will preform our menial tasks, by night their ranks will be culled. From their bodies we shall take new spices, new flavorings to our daily meals. Their bones will decorate our homes, their skin will be tanned into leather clothing, their remains combined with our leftovers in a great pit of decomposition.

Over time we will expand, taking all we find to service us. Our decomposition will turn to dirt, which we will irrigate with melted ice from our soda. We will plant the seeds we find within our cheap tomatoes. We will rise up from certain doom, standing up to our fate and yelling; "WE WILL NOT BOW."

Our descendants will build upon our victories. Our children, our children's children, their children. All will have to sacrifice to build our new world. But with our sweat and the bones of the others, we will dominate our world.

Undisputed.

Masters.

lol toenails

@TupperWare BowlMind if I try spinning this idea into an actual RP?
I've been talking it over and I think I might have something interesting and I want to see if such an unorthodox idea could work like this.

@TupperWare BowlMind if I try spinning this idea into an actual RP?
I've been talking it over and I think I might have something interesting and I want to see if such an unorthodox idea could work like this.

Sure that'd be cool

This is the most beautiful crap post thread.

I'm the only one with a hopeful dream for the future of this world.

I'm the only one with a hopeful dream for the future of this world.

In the grimdarkness of the play place from hell, there is no such thing as "hope".

I shall grind hope from the bones of my enemies.

*starts to plan suicide as we speak just in case this event ever becomes a reality*

INTO THE PLAYPEN WE LEAP!