So the class all had laptops today so some people could redo work if needed.
I was done, and multiple others were too, but we could still mess around with the laptops. So naturally, someone creates a google docs and invites all the done people to it. At this point it became a cursed chat-board, with everyone sending memes to each other, and then deleting their message to make space. Eventually, someone, of course joking, started deleting everything as others chat spammed as fast as possible. Eventually, I turned to the deleter for a moment, and said, “Here, hold on for a second.” Within the Doc I typed, “You’ve forced my hand.”
Now, as everyone snickered about my cryptic comment, I did what any normal person would: I copied the Bee Movie script. But I decided, hey, why not make this better. So, I changed the font to 96 point Comic Sans, and clicked the fateful “paste without formating.” With this, time stops. Confused muttering came from all ends of the classroom. The document had stoped working and had even given a few people error messages. While everyone could still move their mouse and navagate, typing was impossible; only one white page was visible. I looked around the screen, then gasped in horror, struggling not to laugh while beckoning a few people over. I was, in fact, on page one.
Of Four Thousand, Four Hundred And Eighty Nine.
Update: The file has finished loading and is now stored on my phone. It’s possible to scroll through all 4489 pages of The Sacred Texts.
I was done, and multiple others were too, but we could still mess around with the laptops. So naturally, someone creates a google docs and invites all the done people to it. At this point it became a cursed chat-board, with everyone sending memes to each other, and then deleting their message to make space. Eventually, someone, of course joking, started deleting everything as others chat spammed as fast as possible. Eventually, I turned to the deleter for a moment, and said, “Here, hold on for a second.” Within the Doc I typed, “You’ve forced my hand.”
Now, as everyone snickered about my cryptic comment, I did what any normal person would: I copied the Bee Movie script. But I decided, hey, why not make this better. So, I changed the font to 96 point Comic Sans, and clicked the fateful “paste without formating.” With this, time stops. Confused muttering came from all ends of the classroom. The document had stoped working and had even given a few people error messages. While everyone could still move their mouse and navagate, typing was impossible; only one white page was visible. I looked around the screen, then gasped in horror, struggling not to laugh while beckoning a few people over. I was, in fact, on page one.
Of Four Thousand, Four Hundred And Eighty Nine.
Update: The file has finished loading and is now stored on my phone. It’s possible to scroll through all 4489 pages of The Sacred Texts.
The word Hypocrite in my User has no E, as it would exceed the character limit!
