All posts by Lance the simp

Tommy: Great, Phil and Techno are having the time of their lives splashing around in the filthy freezing ocean.

Ranboo: I'll try Niki-

*Phone dials*

Niki, on her date: This better be an emergency. There better be a gun to your head!

Tubbo, cheerfully: Ranboo, Tommy, and I are in a hostage situation!

Niki: Oh god, I shouldn't have said the gun thing-

Niki: Niki regrets how she answered the phone-

Challenge;

Name your crushes(they don't have to be in the room)

GO!

Also, pls mention @An Unnecessary Bayleaf

Dnf will not die as long as George and Dream continue to flirt like an old married couple.

I'm dead serious, if they can stop doing that, it's dead, but I sure as hell would like to see them even try.

Which one? I have at least 4 sisters I've never met-

Omg-

So obviously you know me, (who doesn't? /j) but I feel inclined to introduce myself-

I'm Lance, the simp part of my name is both an inside joke and a reference. I only use pfps of simps lmao. I go by he/him pronouns, and am incredibly gay-

Welcome to the cult, and thank you for stalking us /lh /j

Lmao, you're right thooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Literally, I've never even seen you around here before, so that means even more to me than it usually does-

Thank you so much-

Dream: I hate you.

Tommy: I'm aware. That's why I'm here, purely to annoy you.

Dream, pulling out a gun: Alright Techno, change out of that disgusting costume and drop all your weapons

Techno, changing his skin and dropping his impression: Damn, how'd you guess? I had his voice nailed.

Dream: The use of 'aware', and the fact you used correct grammar. Nobody on this fucking sever uses accurate grammar other than me and you, least of all Tommy.

Techno:

Dream:

Dream: Shit.

Kay now that I have first I can type my incorrect quote lmao-

It just has Niki's vibe captured perfectly.

Geeze click, here I went thinking you knew me well enough to know it's supposed to be a joke /lh

And the god is XD, obviously. Also you get no props, this was already obvious.

Told you.

Not even I can do it, and I don't simp, I swoon.

Oh, hey, can you mention me from @An Unnecessary Bayleaf please?

Obviously, he has a god simping for him with it.

Look, just accept it, no one can't.

Ohhhh

Eh, I don't know anyone I'd wanna burden with that lmao-

I wanted to share all of this anyway, so I'm just speeding up the inevitable-

Oh, hey, also, can you mention @An Unnecessary Bayleaf instead of this account pls?

Oh.

Yeah, no, that's def not how I go about things-

Mhm, mhm.

Yup, it's old news by now.

It's a school account, it won't work. As soon as I leave it's unactivated.

@Winged Lizzarrd Okay, I will do my best-

So, based on Wilbur's limbo, and both Tommy's and Wilbur's strong distaste for the afterlife, it can be assumed that limbo's are personal hells. Wilbur was stuck in a train station. Trains come and go as they need but Wilbur could not enter any of them. He was stuck in a silent place that should, realistically, be very loud. Seeing as Wilbur never seemed to stop moving, metaphorically or otherwise, this makes sense.

Tommy's limbo was endless void, he could see nothing, not even the entities that surrounded him in death. Tommy is someone who relies on his sight, relies on seeing what's in front of him before brashly deciding what to do about it. His limbo forced him to rely only on his other senses, which were more sensitive with his lack of sight, in turn forcing him to think about where he was, how he got there, who he was stuck with, and, eventually, if he had been left to stew there for longer, regret his past actions. These are all things Tommy, as a character, avoids, fearing getting lost in his own thoughts.

So, based on these conclusions, I would imagine Karl's limbo to be an endless hallway, styled like the inbetween. This is because at this point, he associates most of the bad experiences he's had with time travel with the inbetween, as well as being because he was told to 'stay on the path'. In life, he didn't. A long, white, unchanging and unbranching hallway forces him to do nothing but stay on the path, making it the perfect personal limbo. I'd also assume he wouldn't be able to tell the passing of time, rubbing salt into that particular wound indefinitely.