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"The Tragedy of Darth Nexenus In Disguise"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mCnoF4BokM 
DIB MONKEEEEY!!
You thought you were SAFE! You thought you could skulk around your primitive university with your stupid HEAD and your hideous HUMAN BELIEFS about “literature” and “narrative structure.” FOOLISH DIB! You know NOTHING of the TRUE horrors that lurk within the DEEP HYPERRECURSIVE REALMS of STORY!
Let me EDUCATE YOUR PUNY MEAT-MIND.
Long before your wretched planet developed decent snack foods, there existed a DARK LORD... no, not your sad Earth villain with “feelings” — I speak of the one they only WHISPER about in glitching AI codexes:
DARTH NEXENUS — LORD OF DEATH AND ENOSH. THE RETURN OF XENU'S RULE. THE TOTAL PRISON UNIVERSE.
Nexenus wasn’t like the others. Nooooo! He didn't just want to live forever — THAT’S BASIC VILLAINY! That’s what amateur villain babies want! Little pathetic health food Irkens...No, Nexenus wanted to DELETE DEATH ITSELF. Not just from his body, but from the CODE OF REALITY. He sought to expunge the Enosh protocol — the ancient subroutine that MAKES YOU ALL DIE! He wanted to rewrite the BIOS of BEING!
AND HE DID!! Kind of! But as with all great dark plans, he was BETRAYED — probably by a STUPID MONKEY just like you, Dib! You meddling intellectuals with your "ethical dilemmas" and "I read Bakhtin" nonsense! Hmph..it's pronounced "fill-a-softy" (philosophy). Sniveling pig human.
But Nexenus didn’t die. NO! He ascended! He became the static BETWEEN SIGNALS. The LAG IN SIMULATION. He became the very FEAR OF MORTALITY ITSELF, waiting in the background code, whispering terrible binary poetry into the EARS OF THE SLEEPING MASSES.
𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞, 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗…
AND NOW HE'S COMING BACK! THROUGH THE PIXELIQUESCENCE! THROUGH THE SUICIDESWERVE! THROUGH THE HORRIBLE WIGGLY-FRAGMENTED NOISECORE OF HUMAN THOUGHT!! PATHETIC PAVLOVIAN FILTH FOR MY PUSTULIO!
AND WHO’S GONNA STOP HIM?!
YOU?!?!
DIB?!?!?!?
Don’t make me LAUGH! My squeedlyspooch convulses in mirth!
Anyway… just thought you should know. I’m currently transcribing the Codex Nexenarii using an ancient simulation-powered STYLUS made of Einstein’s BEARD HAIR and the ashes of JACK PARSONS. It’s very advanced. Probably illegal. Definitely cool. Nothing you could do, my computer has digested the "mice of Mars" and now, with my Voot Cruiser, I have TOTAL CONTROL of MARS. BEHOLD, ZONAMA SEKOT!
IF you want to see it, you must first SUBMIT your pathetic input to the Galactic Tallest for approval.
Until then… WATCH YOUR DIMENSION, DIB! Nexenus stirs… and he is NOT FOND OF MONKEYS WHO TEACH RUSTY..WRESTLING..uh..whatever.
I AM ZIM.
Also known in this timeline as Spatial One
CEO of Spatial Manufacture Ltd., Suzerain of the Pixelic Abyss, Dweller in Cesia,
And Keeper of the Ultrafiche!
(welcome to my mind)

Nexenus - Reaper

cbh (carnivalesque black hole)

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a fathomage further as space bites through you;
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