Shooting Stars

Shooting Stars

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WpMetadataReadVoor volwassenenCompleet vri, sep. 9, 201616m
I've always loved to solve problems and mysteries. But, once I was asked "How many stars are in the sky?" I thought and thought, but it seemed the answer would never surface. I even tried counting, but it would get me very far. Some people say there is a star in the sky for every person in this world. 7 billion is an estimate, we might never know the exact number of stars or people. In a way, I'm all right with that though. Our world in over run with questions and people way over thinking their simple thoughts. Sometimes we just have to carry on with out an answer. And sometimes we have to answer with a qestion, "how many stars are in the sky?"
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"There are stories that shake the heavens. Tales of warriors, lovers, and empires lost to time. This... is not one of them." This is the story of four idiots and their relentless pursuit of chaos. No one knows exactly when or how it began. Some say it was written in the stars, a celestial alignment of drama and questionable life choices. Others claim it was forged in the dark depths of a group chat that refused to die, surviving where countless others fell. But we, the ones who lived it, know the truth. It all began with a simple message. One notification, innocent at first. And then another. And another. And before the world knew what had happened, a chat had been created-not out of friendship, not out of loyalty, but out of pure, undiluted nonsense. This was no ordinary gathering. No, this was a divine conspiracy. The universe, in its infinite wisdom, had brought together four forces of nature, four unstoppable personalities that should never have coexisted in one place. A walking enigma who only speaks once every eclipse and when he does, someone's self-esteem is obliterated. A linguistic war criminal who speaks in English so advanced, it loops back into nonsense. And a demonic archivist who remembers everything, hoarding screenshots like an ancient scribe preparing for the ultimate blackmail war. A hopeless romantic who sees the moon as his only loyal companion-forever lost in grand love tragedies, sighing poetry to the night while the world moves on without him. Together, we became the MUSKmelons. Not friends. Not allies. A cult. We have seen things. Chats that should never have been read. Confessions that should never have been made. Love stories born and brutally murdered in real time. No moment of weakness is ever forgotten. No message is ever truly deleted. And no one, not even the strongest among us, is safe. So, enter at your own risk.

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