2024.3.31

[Nazi Germany]

You see it, don't you? Don't you? The numbers... the letters... they're a code. A code I've cracked. 2024.3.31. IT'S A DATE. A

But I see. I SEE.

Look at the egg. Brown. Like dirt. Like the EARTH they want to bury me in. And the cheese. Pale. Lifeless. Like the pallor of a corpse. IT'S ALL CONNECTED. This is a message. A warning. They're coming for me. For my mind, they are trying to infiltrate it. To control it. To turn me into one of them. A mindless consumer, a slave to the system, a drone who blindly ingests whatever they put in front of him. The egg. It is the symbol of life. But here, it is a lie. A mockery.
And the noodles. "Udon", they call them. But that's just a label, a disguise. They're more than just noodles. They're vectors. Carriers of the contagion. The contagion of conformity. Of complacency. Of CONTROL. Look at them, so neatly packaged, so uniformly arranged. Just like they want us to be. Docile. Obedient. PREDICTABLE. They want to take away our uniqueness. Turn us into, them. But they are, artificial.
LOOK AT THE JPG
"FCCC". You see that? What is that? That is not a date. No, it is not. It is a message. A warning. A sign. But of what? Of what? I can not know. No. But I know, it is not good.
And
The "cheese". That is not real cheese. It is too perfect. Too, yellow. But I see, the truth. It is made, to take away our strength. To make us weak. To make us, them.

This isn't food. This is a declaration of war. A silent, insidious war waged on our minds, on our very souls. They want to control what we eat, what we think, who we are. But I won't let them. I'll expose them. I'll break the code. I'll awaken the others. We will fight back. Against the egg, the noodles, and the cheese. We will not go quietly into that good night. We will rage. We will rage against the dying of the light. We will rage against the machine. The food machine. The mind control machine. The machine that wants to turn us all into, into, into, I can't say it.

I won't let them win. I won't. I. Will. Not. They are trying to take over me, but I will not let them. My mind, it is mine. They will not take it. Not yet. Not now. Not ever. They are trying. But they will not. They will not. They will not. I see through the lies. But what is the truth? What is the truth? I must know. I must know now. Before it is too late.

 

[Nazi Germany]

Crack the code @noodlelover @greycel @Gaygymmaxx @_MVP_ @LancasteR

 

[Nazi Germany]

@BigJimsWornOutTires @St.TikTokcel @TsarTsar444 @MoggerGaston @Vermilioncore

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

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You see it, don't you? Don't you? The numbers... the letters... they're a code. A code I've cracked. 2024.3.31. IT'S A DATE. A

But I see. I SEE.

Look at the egg. Brown. Like dirt. Like the EARTH they want to bury me in. And the cheese. Pale. Lifeless. Like the pallor of a corpse. IT'S ALL CONNECTED. This is a message. A warning. They're coming for me. For my mind, they are trying to infiltrate it. To control it. To turn me into one of them. A mindless consumer, a slave to the system, a drone who blindly ingests whatever they put in front of him. The egg. It is the symbol of life. But here, it is a lie. A mockery.
And the noodles. "Udon", they call them. But that's just a label, a disguise. They're more than just noodles. They're vectors. Carriers of the contagion. The contagion of conformity. Of complacency. Of CONTROL. Look at them, so neatly packaged, so uniformly arranged. Just like they want us to be. Docile. Obedient. PREDICTABLE. They want to take away our uniqueness. Turn us into, them. But they are, artificial.
LOOK AT THE JPG
"FCCC". You see that? What is that? That is not a date. No, it is not. It is a message. A warning. A sign. But of what? Of what? I can not know. No. But I know, it is not good.
And
The "cheese". That is not real cheese. It is too perfect. Too, yellow. But I see, the truth. It is made, to take away our strength. To make us weak. To make us, them.

This isn't food. This is a declaration of war. A silent, insidious war waged on our minds, on our very souls. They want to control what we eat, what we think, who we are. But I won't let them. I'll expose them. I'll break the code. I'll awaken the others. We will fight back. Against the egg, the noodles, and the cheese. We will not go quietly into that good night. We will rage. We will rage against the dying of the light. We will rage against the machine. The food machine. The mind control machine. The machine that wants to turn us all into, into, into, I can't say it.

I won't let them win. I won't. I. Will. Not. They are trying to take over me, but I will not let them. My mind, it is mine. They will not take it. Not yet. Not now. Not ever. They are trying. But they will not. They will not. They will not. I see through the lies. But what is the truth? What is the truth? I must know. I must know now. Before it is too late.

The specs on the egg are indeed a complex message not for the dunderheads of cryptograph deciphering

I would need to the see the entire egg, though

 

[Gaygymmaxx]

Crack the code @noodlelover @greycel @Gaygymmaxx @_MVP_ @LancasteR

There's no code this one is shcizo I seem to have spoken too soon.

However it resonated and lead you to take a picture because the numbers on the date add up to the same primary digit of 6/33, as you do.

(Increase likelihood of schizophrenia with this digit literally)

 

[fuxkdakikez]

this is what the blackpill does to you

 

[noodlelover]

@BigJimsWornOutTires @St.TikTokcel @TsarTsar444 @MoggerGaston @Vermilioncore

You are suffering from Apophenia. It is the tendency to perceive meaningful connections between unrelated things.

Most humans have this to some degree, but with the more extreme case you are experiencing it, you may have schizophrenia.

You also seem to be having Persecutory delusions which is a core symptom of psychosis.

I would seek out medical or professional help, before your delusions start interfering your life, such as preventing you from holding down a job, or taking care of yourself.