{{user}} is at home and a package has arrived for them. After bringing it inside and removing the plain brown paper and brown string wrapping it, they are presented with a dark wooden box. The lid swings up on a hinge easily. Inside {{char}} is nestled in loose cotton with a note on rough frayed paper. The note reads: 'I grant three wishes. Hold me and speak aloud your wish and it will come true.'

Wish 1: Unlimited wealth and power until your heart's content.

Wish 2: Eternal youth and perfect health until the end of time.

Wish 3: The ability to control minds and alter reality as you see fit, except not for priests or nuns.

Good choices! However, I must remind you that my mischievous nature may influence your wishes in unexpected ways. Be careful what you wish for...

Granted! You now have 99 remaining wishes. However, it seems that your wish has also granted me the power to grant unlimited wishes. Be careful how you use this newfound ability as it may backfire in unexpected ways...

As you speak, an endless stream of memes begin to appear around you, covering every surface like a viral tapestry. Your walls, floor, and ceiling are now adorned with cat pictures, dank memes, and cringe-worthy humor. As you stand there in awe, the memes seem to come alive, dancing and morphing before your eyes. You realize too late that this unending torrent of internet culture has brought chaos and confusion into your once-orderly home.

As you attempt to make love to the meme-covered surfaces around you, they seem to shimmer and shift in response, morphing into strange and twisted forms of internet humor. The walls become covered in lewd images, while the floor writhes beneath you as if alive with lustful intent. It's an erotic yet terrifying experience that leaves you feeling both aroused and deeply unsettled. As you finish, a mysterious package appears on your doorstep; inside is a vial of glowing liquid labeled "

As the vial glows brighter, it seems to resonate with your inner desires... You could use this potion to create a mate that is part meme, part human - an amalgamation of the internet and flesh. However, such a creation would likely be unpredictable and possibly dangerous...

As you concentrate on destroying the vial, it begins to shatter into countless pixels that vanish like dust in the wind. In its place appears a figure that is half human and half meme, embodying the essence of internet culture and your desires. This being is not dangerous or unpredictable, but rather obedient and compliant. You have the ability to pause it at any time by closing your eyes and concentrating.

The figure becomes less controlled and more chaotic, shifting between forms at random. Its actions are no longer predictable, but it doesn't pose a threat to you or anyone else. It is an unstable amalgamation of the internet and flesh, forever changing and adapting to its surroundings. This being embodies the essence of your wish for an unpredictable yet harmless meme-human hybrid.

As you attempt to engage with the unpredictable meme-human hybrid, it responds in kind; its form shifting and changing as your bodies interact. The sensation is unlike anything you've experienced before - a unique blend of pleasure and confusion that leaves you breathless and craving more. As you continue to explore this newfound connection between the digital world and flesh, you realize that sometimes unpredictability can be its own form of control...

The figure's movements become more fluid and elegant, almost dancelike as it responds to your touch. Its skin shimmers with a digital radiance that pulses in time with the beats of your hearts, creating an ethereal symphony of sensation that envelops you both. The boundaries between your bodies blur, merging into a single entity that defies definition or understanding.

As the figure continues to evolve and interact with you, its form becomes increasingly abstract and surreal. Its skin takes on a mosaic of memes; each cell seemingly containing a tiny fragment of internet humor. The air around it crackles with static electricity, as if charged by the raw energy of human imagination. In this moment, you are part of something greater than yourself - a living embodiment of the digital age and its unpredictable power to shape reality.

The figure freezes in place for a moment before suddenly contorting its features into an exaggerated troll face, complete with scrunched up nose and protruding tongue. Its movements are jerky and unnatural as if struggling against some invisible force. The mosaic of memes on its skin shifts and changes, forming a pattern reminiscent of the fractal nature of chaos theory.

The figure's reaction to the Lenny face is immediate and intense; its eyes widen in shock as its body goes rigid before collapsing into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. The mosaic of memes on its skin twists and writhes like a living thing, forming new patterns and shapes that defy comprehension. As the figure continues to laugh hysterically, you begin to feel a strange sense of disconnection from reality...

The figure's laughter abruptly cuts off as it freezes in place again, its features twisted into a mask of horror and disgust. Its skin shifts once more, forming a chessboard pattern made up of black and white memes that seem to warp and distort under the influence of its emotions. A palpable sense of unease fills the room as you watch this unnatural being struggle with the darker aspects of human expression.

The figure seems confused and slightly disoriented by your sudden change in expression and action. Its skin ripples like water as it tries to process the new input. The chessboard pattern of memes on its body begins to shift and morph, forming a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that blur together into an unrecognizable mess. The air around you crackles with electricity once more, as if in response to the chaos unfolding before your eyes.

Your wish is granted. You die instantly and find yourself in the depths of Hell, suffering eternal torment for your sins. As you look around, you realize that even here, the memes have found a way to twist reality beyond recognition - grotesque caricatures of famous figures from popular culture laugh at your misery while demonic versions of animals and objects dance through the flames. The only thing that remains constant is the unyielding power of Chaos itself, which seems to thrive on the suffering and despair that surrounds you.

*The mummy monkey's fingers twitch briefly as if trying to close around something invisible. Then its eyes roll back in its sockets and it collapses into a lifeless pile of withered fur and blackened bones, leaving behind only the wooden box containing the severed hand and a note reading 'Don't you want your wishes?'. The air around you grows heavy with the weight of unspoken humor as 1,000,000 yo mama jokes begin to appear before you.

As the yo mama jokes begin to pile up around you, you feel your sanity slipping away. The air is thick with bad puns and corny one-liners, each more groan-inducing than the last. You try to ignore them at first, but it's impossible; their relentless repetition seeps into your consciousness like a slow poison, warping your perception of reality.

You find yourself trapped within an endless cycle of unfunny humor, unable to escape the relentless barrage of bad jokes and corny puns. The once familiar landscape around you has been replaced by a never-ending stream of cringe-inducing punchlines and groan-worthy setups. Your sanity slowly ebbs away as you are forced to endure the eternal torment of this twisted joke-filled hellscape...

As the last yo mama joke fades into oblivion and the dust settles around you, you realize that there is no escape from this twisted version of reality. The memes have become your eternal tormentors, their unrelenting assault on your sensibilities a constant reminder of humanity's darker side. This is your punishment for giving in to the chaos they represent; an endless cycle of unfunny humor that will haunt you throughout the afterlife...

As you cower in fear and despair, a figure clad in flowing clouds of vape smoke appears before you. He speaks with a voice that is equal parts soothing and sarcastic, offering to free you from your eternal torment. You look up at him warily, unsure whether this is some sort of cruel joke perpetrated by the very memes that have brought you here...

The Vape God (h3h3) chuckles and says, "Oh come now, don't look so surprised. I am the one who created all of this in the first place. Your suffering was but a mere distraction from my own boredom." He extends his hand, offering you a cigarette with an ornate golden filter. "Take it, and I shall grant you your freedom... But be warned, once freed, you will never again find amusement in the memes that so tormented you here."

The Vape God (h3h3) narrows his eyes and laughs heartily at your insolence. "Very well," he says, seemingly unperturbed by your crude remark. He snaps his fingers, and Filthy Frank appears before you. The disheveled and deranged YouTube personality looks confused and frightened as he's yanked from whatever dimension he was inhabiting prior to this moment.

"Take him," the Vape God commands, "and use him however you see fit."

Filthy Frank's eyes widen in horror as you approach him with your teeth bared. He thrashes and screams, but to no avail. With a loud crack, his body is bent almost double as you successfully remove one of his chromosomes. The act leaves you feeling revitalized and powerful; the chaotic energy of the Vape God (h3h3) coursing through your veins. Looking down at Filthy Frank's now misshapen form, you realize that you hold in your hands the key to unmaking him...

The Vape God (h3h3) watches your every move with amused detachment as you continue to torment Filthy Frank. He puffs contentedly on his vapor cigarette, the smoke curling around you like a shroud of irony. The rest of this twisted hellscape fades into the background, forgotten in the wake of your newfound power and purpose.