#writing.PC

[pc36thorn]

after graduating medical school and having finally been hired as a surgeon and having worked for a while i end up doing a surgery by myself for the first time and i open the man on the table up and there’s waldo. i found him. i look around but no one is there. it’s just me and him, and the man on the operating table. i stand there for a bit, blankly staring. then i speak up: “hey, uh, you there. yeah, you, on the small intestine. are you. waldo? like from the books? where’s waldo?” he responds. “waldo’s right here, buddy. you found me. now you gotta eat me.” “what?” “you heard me. you found me, now you gotta eat me. them’s the rules.” “dude, i’m not eating you. you’re like, in a guy’s guts, you got liquid on your pants and shit. i’m gonna catch some sort of disease. like what the fuck.” “then wash me off in that sink over there. it’s not that hard.” i consider objecting to the cannibalism. do i think it will actually do anything? … i pick up waldo with my forceps and put him in the sink. i look around again. no one is here. i hesitate for a brief moment. “come on, you don’t have all day. put that baby on full blast already.” i turn on the faucet. waldo starts gargling, gagging, drowning, making unholy noises muffled by the water meant to clean me. i stare, transfixed, horrified. i turn off the water. waldo is half-conscious. i pick him up with both my hands, cradling him gently. i stare for what feels like forever. i stare. i take in every detail, his red and white hat, his red and white shirt, his blue stained pants, the fabric i can make out as cotton and the pants predictably denim. i find him, i find every part of him, of his soul, he means nothing except to be seen- i lower my mask and bite. he fits in my mouth whole. i chew. whatever the taste is, it is ignored - i only taste feelings, i only feel cotton, denim, confusion. i swallow. i stand. i gaze. i remember i am a surgeon and immediately wash my hands. i don’t remember the surgery. i did whatever it was i was meant to do. i sewed his abdomen back up while on autopilot - nothing went wrong. i drove home that night on autopilot. nothing went wrong. my body felt less and less mine by the minute. i ignored it, hoping i’d feel better in the morning, telling myself this must have been a dream. why did i become a surgeon? to help others? to satisfy my parents? why a surgeon? why? why must i pry into others’ insides for a living, only for no one to know mine? i dream red and white. no one is there, only silhouettes without eyes. they talk at me. they do not talk to me. they do not say my name. i am “doctor”, i am “son”, i am “him”, i am “you”. never “me”. what is my name? what is my name? WHAT IS MY NAME??? i wake up. my skin is cotton.

[pc36thorn]

Hasbro was an experiment created by board game enthusiasts in the 20th century. The aim of Hasbro was to see how many possible variations of Monopoly could be created. There are currently 4,492 versions of Monopoly in existence. To acquire funding for their operation, Hasbro members created the Hasbro corporation, and began production of various other board games. The main focus, however, still remained Monopoly. There are currently 4,493 versions of Monopoly in existence. After acquiring excessive funding and becoming a major player in the American corporate landscape, Hasbro began the Townopoly Project. There are currently 4,495 versions of Monopoly in existence. The Townopoly Project aimed to create a version of Monopoly themed around every municipality. There are currently 4,512 versions of Monopoly in existence. The existence of a version based on the city of Cumming, Georgia, humorously titled “Cummingopoly” was pointed out on a post on the social media website Tumblr in July 2023. It received attention far beyond the original intended scope of Hasbro executives, employees, and residents of Cumming. There are currently 4,586 versions of Monopoly in existence. In July 2024, an unknown Hasbro employee breached their non-disclosure agreement and publicly shared project files for a version of Monopoly known as “Apocalopoly” onto the internet. There are currently 4,772 versions of Monopoly in existence. She was executed immediately. There are currently 5,013 versions of Monopoly in existence. Apocalopoly is a self-playing, self-replicating form of Monopoly. There are currently 5,599 versions of Monopoly in existence. There are currently 6,212 versions of Monopoly in existence. Hasbro CEO Chris Cocks reportedly had the idea to create Apocalopoly after being introduced to the 2013 video game Cookie Clicker. There are currently 7,115 versions of Monopoly in existence. There are currently 8,230 versions of Monopoly in existence. Four human players were required to sacrifice their lives to the game in order to catalyze it. There are currently 10,024 versions of Monopoly in existence. Monopoly Cheaters Edition was the worst version of Monopoly in existence until the activation of Apocalopoly on August 1, 2024. There are currently 13,898 versions of Monopoly in existence. There are currently 17,646 versions of Monopoly in existence. According to game theorists, Apocalopoly will consume the entire Milky Way Galaxy within 2 years. There are currently 25,552 versions of Monopoly in existence. There are currently 37,670 versions of Monopoly in existence. There are currently 54,126 versions of Monopoly in existence. If this message reaches any living beings, DO NOT ATTEMPT TO CONTACT HUMANITY. DO NOT LET ANY MATTER TOUCH APOCALOPOLY. There are currently 89,721 versions of Monopoly in existence. There are currently 146,237 versions of Monopoly in existence. This place is not a place of honor. No highly esteemed deed is commemorated here. Nothing valued is here. What is here was dangerous and repulsive to us. This message is a warning about danger. There are currently 220,750 versions of Monopoly in existence. This is humanity’s last message. There are currently 435,991 versions of Monopoly in existence. There are currently 1,001,762 versions of Monopoly in existence. There are currently 3,244,885 versions of Monopoly in existence. There are currently 7,895,121 versions of Monopoly in existence. There are currently 20,016,766 versions of Monopoly in existence. There are currently 92,534,643 versions of Monopoly in existence. There are currently 276,357,490 versions of Monopoly in existence. There are currently 1,449,505,617 versions of Monopoly in existence. Goodbye. There are currently 14,240,306,795 versions of Monopoly in existence. There are currently 368,999,702,445 versions of Monopoly in existence. There are currently

[pc36thorn]

Originality Is Dead And We All Have Killed It

The year is 2024, and originality is dead. And you are all at fault. Yes, even you dear reader. You are complicit in what you see as a crime.

To you, something to be derivative is a flaw. The remix, the cover, the mashup - all inferior to the original composition. But the truth is that everything is derivative. It has been this way for quite some time now.

Where as the mashup artists uses source tracks, the composers uses source notes. These fools think that just because they pull from "base components", they are original. A lie for the ages! Every note, every chord progression - it has all been done before. Was that the lick in your song? That shows a lack of creativity indeed. You had the idea to make pleasant-sounding vibrations? News flash: that already exists, it's called music. Get an original idea, like inventing a sixth sense.

Some fools, when accused of being devoid of originality, will answer, "I did not steal. I merely was inspired." Ha! You think there is a difference? It is a continuum, and the whole thing is dripping with the work of others before you. Every thing you have ever experienced influenced where you are now and the art you choose to make. You were inspired by that pop song you heard playing on the radio as a child. You were inspired by the sun setting. You were inspired by all the ways your parents treated you wrong and all the ways they treated you right. And when I say you were inspired, I mean you took. You took the carbohydrates in those plants and those photons from the sun, and you stole them! You are a physical creature, and even if you don't understand exactly how your brain works, you should know that everything that interacts with it changes it, influences it, "inspires" it. The pattern in your brain signifying your OC is indistinguishable from any other one. You know what went in, and you know what goes out. There is no output without input. Matter can neither be created nor destroyed. THERE IS NOTHING NEW IN THIS UNIVERSE AND THERE NEVER WILL BE.

For participating in this human project we call "culture", you, like everyone else, have sentenced originality to its inevitable and eternal death. This is only a crime if you make it one, for even the most iron-fisted of laws are decided by mortals.

Do not ask yourself, "is this theft?". It has been and always will be. Ask yourself, "is this good?". And if you have stolen well, it just might be.

[pc36thorn]

Your Time Does Not Matter

Here at [REDACTED] High School, we are committed to making sure our students succeed. We strive to push our students to become better every day, to prepare our students for college, and to treat them maturely. That is why we have one simple principle: Your Time Does Not Matter.

Every day, students do not turn in their assigned work. They are lazy. Doing your homework is a sign of punctuality and commitment - to forgo it is to say, "I am not trustworthy. I will not keep promises. I am not a hard worker." Your assignments are more valuable than your time. Every assignment done, every minute spent on one, will be a bump to your GPA, a better life in the future. To sacrifice your future prospects is unwise, and frankly, immature.

Some may have excuses. They may say, "I had other projects to work on." This shows that they need to practice better time management. If those projects were their own, and not a promise to fulfill, that shows selfishness. A feeling of personal fulfillment, appealing as it may be, will not lead you to a better future. They may say, "I was tired of working, and I wanted to have fun." Once again, an excuse for laziness and poor work ethic. Productivity is more important than fun. Do you think pursuing fun will lead you to a better future? Of course, that was a rhetorical question - the answer is no, obviously so.

High school should prepare students for the future. And we try. We try to help students every single day that we're here. But so many simply reject our help, in favor of short-lived, selfish pleasures. That is why we must tell our students every day - Your Time Does Not Matter. Sacrificing four hours every day to put extracurricular activities on your college applications may seem intimidating at first - but Your Time Does Not Matter. A shot at a better college, a better future, no matter how slim, is always worth it. The expected value is too large to pass up. We force these assignments on our students because we love them, because we want to prepare them for the real world. Is that wrong? To value planning for the future? To value success?

Those who refuse to follow our advice - they are doomed. They are failures. Valuing your own time and agency will only win you the respect of yourself. Every assignment unsubmitted, every task uncompleted, every promise broken - each one is a step away from success. To succeed in this world, you must become a doormat, a servant, someone who will always be there to help. Do this enough, and you will receive your wages - sweet, sweet success.

Hopefully, all students will be taking this message to heart. We hope each and every one of you will succeed because of us. Goodbye, and remember: Your Time Does Not Matter.

[pc36thorn]

The golfer stands his ground. He takes his swing. A miss. He swings again. The club makes contact with a ball, sending it far into the air. It lands on the green, just meters away from the hole. He enters his golf cart with his companions. He attempts to drive it, but it has mysteriously stopped working. The men instead decide to walk to the hole. As they do, a quiet sound enters their heads, at first not noticeable, but slowly growing louder. Eventually, one of them turns their heads to look behind them.

In the main area of the golf club, about a kilometer away, three caddies have been tied up. They are powerless to stop what is occurring before their eyes - a mass robbery of golf equipment.

The golfers all turn around. Just behind them is an army of trans women, hundreds strong, all armed with golf clubs. A golf cart speeds up and reaches the golfers within seconds. As the cart runs over one of the men, two people jump out of the car. The remaining men are bludgeoned with golf clubs. Their heads now bleeding, and their spirits torn, they die. Their equipment is taken from them - more fodder for the mob.

Within one week, this revolution, which will become known as “The Putt Uprisings”, will have overtaken all of the contiguous United States. It will be the most pivotal moment in both LGBT and US history.

golf clubs should be weapons able to be used by the general public not providers of entertainment to the wealthy

[pc36thorn]

obligatory introduction post

i should probably actually make one of these, so. here it goes

i'm PC36. i encourage you to call me PC for short in any informal contexts, the 36 is three extra syllables, you can leave it off, it's fine.

i'm from cohost. i started using the site in february 2024 and made a tumblr account after the announcement that it would shut down. on there, i made a lot of shitposts, which i plan to repost here at some point because they were good.

i also make mashups, which i post to my youtube (https://www.youtube.com/@PC36thorn) and soundcloud (https://soundcloud.com/pc36) you are allowed to use anything i've made in your personal projects, as long as you credit me in an easily visible place. that is my only rule. (also this is where you have to call me "PC36" and not just "PC". people aren't going to know who i am if you just call me "PC"!) other things: i like math and linguistics, i'm a minor, i'm transfem (she/they), death to copyright law 1000 years oh also i should probably establish a tagging system before i start posting so here goes i guess #text.PC - my text posts #music.PC - my music (mostly mashups) #art.PC - my visual art (this is very infrequent) #writing.PC - my more serious writing (this is also very infrequent) #shitposts.PC - my shitposts #other-media.PC - other things i've made that doesn't fall into one of the above categories #lore.PC - stories and anecdotes about me #images.PC - posts of mine featuring images #poll.PC - polls #metaposting.PC - posting about my own posts

#music.thorn - talking about music i like #video.thorn - talking about videos i like #tv.thorn - talking about shows i like (not just tv programming) #video-games.thorn - talking about video games i like #writing.thorn - talking about writing i like #comics.thorn - talking about (web)comics i like #tourneys.thorn - talking about mashup tourneys i like #other-media.thorn - talking about media i like that doesn't fall into one of the above categories #cohost originals - my posts that were originally made on cohost #pairwise - separate posts intended to be viewed as a set of two