still chill

im so chill chill as fucc STILL CHILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL The trials were annoyingly simple and left something more to be desired. It gave some slight anger on the eventual descent into madness. My joy was killed and I said, "well hecc." I yeeted my keyboard and felt lots of stress. I punched my screen and was filled with rage and I did not meet the impossible expectations because I did not have true skill. I split my laptop in half, felt neat, and then thanos snapped and I was back to overcoming hatred, maybe. My hands were cold, so I plunged them into the deep darkness. It had lots of traps, and my dreams were instantly shattered. I fell and failed and flipped my table, and all I felt was eternal suffering on he difficulty chart. I escaped by the use of wacky strategy and had some funny thoughts. My eyes were broken so i saw inverted colors and sighed deeply. The ancient temple had tricked me, and I had gained a lot of fatness as a byproduct. I did not win every run trying to escape, but that was only a slight inconvenience. I hugged the walls, but they were toxic, so I felt lotsa damage. I felt total despair from falling out of the heights to the depths. I was confused. As I looked at the spiralling heights that were only inches away, I got gnomed and fell all the way back. There was a tightrope out but I had linonophobia so I cut it. I said elysium because it was a random word, and then it was another terrible monday. The ledges were leaning and I fell into the dust and decay once more. I yelled, "Holy flip! These platforms are nonsensical!" Then I fell asleep and had corrupted nightmares. I felt large uneasiness from the inception and looking out at the nice views. I felt no rigid success, so I was getting kinda disappointed. I coined my falling as downward mobility because there was obvious chaos. I fell into lots of spiky plants that I dubbed floral fury during my extraordinary adventure. I fell from the top of the tokyo heights because I loved to fall onto fractured obstacles. I trekked through contrasting regions only to glitch through a wall and never heal until all my frightening nightmares were over. The jumps were not friendly, as they never let me ascend to the radiant realms. I fell into the floral fury again and felt lots of environmental pain. The twisted inquisition rescued me but put me through the test of inner and outer scaling. I failed and felt a depressing future and was cast into the sun where there was intense solar chaos. Dispersed rooms were everywhere, and the one I wriggled my way into was the box of niflheim. I did not recognize the scythe in the room, so I stole it and plotted strategic mechanics. The movements with it were impossible, so i dropped it and got to rushed building out of the box. I felt lazy, so I sat for a bit, but my collective collaboration was never enough. The aerodynamics in the box were distorted, so the physics were very bad and gave me orientating oscillating opinions. I would never give up ever, even if it gave me never ending dizziness. I yearned victory over the cruelties of the world, including ultraviolet light and true exasperation. I was in a box of extreme hell and terrifying beauty now, and the run would be elongated to get to a different one. The scaling to escape was somewhat simple, but I needed basic aptitude. My adventures were vibrant, but they made a man named aamos very angry. I fell once more, and it felt like an insult to injury this time. My heart was constantly stopping during my uneasy scaling, so I concocted some insanely innovative ideas. The tasks were mean, but worth it to feel the verdant entropy of the surface once more. I was suffering outside and externalizing my increasing insanity, and when I tried to generate an idea, it failed. I felt the need to begin again, so I started with some peaceful happiness and tranquility. That did not last long, as I was plunged into the Atlantic depths. Despite being underwater, my hands were sweating and I did not feel one bit of peace, so I said "Well, hecc" but the water mirrored my hecc sound. I was contractually obligated to do one thing, and that was to yearn success. I did not feel like doing that at the time. I was absolutely vexed. I did not want any more extra levels to make me suffer anymore, because the prospect of just that was ultimately terrifying. I felt extreme dystopia and started dreaming up some really nasty ideas, but was puzzled by the fact that they all revolved around the word Zespluz. There was much peril involved, as I would have to traverse the cramped thinning layers. This journey was really pushing my buttons, and making my anticipation slanted. My ascension was only ever on the ground level, meaning my adventures were really troublesome. I unearthed a few discoveries, then slipped into a cavern and had a bad dream. I slipped and slid down a rock face, which was not a pleasant fantasy in the slightest. I barfed green stuff all over and fell into a bunch of triangular terror. I saw the extraterrestrial enchantment in the sky and started on an arcanium zenture. I felt much great displeasure as I slipped into oblivion while barfing everywhere. That was about the worst double trouble I have ever received. I went down six feet under, and then a whole lot more than that. I overestimated the difficulty of the first part of the climb, but failed the second. The bricks underneath my feet were starting to be broken, so I jumped into the client object frenzy land. The cubes were cracked and crushed under my feet, and they were yellow, which would be bad if I had xanthophobia. My agitation was much more than just mild, so I started hopping through dimensions. I was in a tricky situation and required critical help, but only had a pathetic device made of cogs and steam. The obstacles on my ascent were infuriating, and the creations menacing, but I finally escaped the pit and played with some of the quirky contraptions. The contraptions put me in a jail, which was a cruel and unusual punishment if I ever saw one. I was in a hopeless hell, where there were no fairly simple challenges. I was plunged by the contraptions into an aquatic place where I did not contemplate anything except my own fate. I did not experience the fun and simple trials, and my world was flipped so up is down. The wedges were very wicked, and I could not travel by elevator to escape them. I saw nothing but pure chroma and thought this was like the time I said the nonsense word elysium except in this case it was very false. All the mayhem I was in at this moment was mechanically induced, but at least I had some funky grooves to listen to. The slopes shifted and I was in the nightclub of dance dance destruction. A tornado came that clearly did not express any vehemence for me, as it tossed me into sharp quadrilaterals and my inevitable failure. It was an astronomically aimless annoyances, but it was my last for the moment. why not