Corey has a new video of more empty places https://youtu.be/z6yNFhdEIqU?si=7bAXIhlXaiQ7udl5
Go away Corey we know it's AI
Ask him why he doesn't steal anything from these empty worlds
>>39227618Supposebly thats one of the rules
>>39227196>>39227608He is just an inspector who films when the employees are vacated.
>>39227196>SAME WAR ON SIGN IN THE BACKGROUND AS THE MUSEUMLEFT IS FROM HIS VIDEO RIGHT IS FROM GOOGLE IMAGES LMFAOOO STUPID FUCKING JEET NO JOE ROGAN INTERVIEW 4 U.
>>39227196>11:11lol
>>39227625Uh huh... Assuming he can't take anything back with him, theft would be nothing more than moving an item from one place to another in an empty world. I posted a comment on the one he did from wherever the fuck he was in Washington State. I don't remember, it was that memorable. I said break all the windows at the police HQ and piss on the floor in the mayor's office and I'll believe it. He took the comment down. Pissing is obviously against the rules there too. Curiously though, he left up another comment where I suggested he should to Washington and wander into the CIA headquarters and look through the filing cabinets. I'll believe that when I see it too.
>>39227196Fuck off shill
>>39227872What’s this
>>39227196Why no uncut footage?
>>39227945Because it’s fake see >>39227838
Chapter 1: A leap into Hell’s SingularityMy descent into imprisonment began in the summer of 2019 when I worked for a gym, bear in mind that this was well before the loop, There were celebrities of all kinds coming to visit the gym I worked for because of a well known awards ceremony that was being pre-filmed in my home city of Denver at the time. That summer, up until the awards-ceremony, had been uneventful and peaceful. Some karens, some meatheads with too much pre-workout in their system, but all-in-all it was a peaceful summer. Then when the gym I worked at was chosen to privately host the celebrities of said awards-ceremony, that is when things changed for the worse…Through my humble job as a cashier I met many famous faces, great minds, and demonic personalities from around the world. I was included in many conversations about the inner workings of politics and business that would leave any normal man gray in the face, but I belligerently imbibed in them like a child gorging on candy at halloween. At the time it was fascinating to me to be privy to things we all conspired about on the internet for years. I dabbled like a child playing pretend in the backyard, ignoring the hard fact that all actions have consequences. To this day, I wish that I had never even bothered involving myself with these…mortal monsters because these events would lead me down the path on which I am currently stuck walking in eternal circles.Frankly my deep dive into madness started when I partied with celebrities and political figures alike. Willfully imbibing in things that I sorely regret, doing awful things that will forever mar my soul, and traveling the world with friends and enemies alike to raise hell across the mortal plain and it was during this time that I was recruited by the U.S. government as a freelance contractor specializing in asset retrieval and disposal.
>>39228004Chapter 1: cont.Whilst performing missions across the world and working to make my mark as a man, I had come across individuals that offered mentorship in various skills that lead me to being a useful “cleaner” asset.One was a woman who was the last living shinobi. She taught me the lost arts of wandering the shadows unseen, and was the keeper of the last record of the shinobi way. She never told me where she hid her tomes containing the lost knowledge, and I will never try to find them out of respect for her and the gentle soul whe represented.Another was a kindly old man who had only ever missed a single shot from his pistol…and I am thankful he missed the mark on my chest. He took me under his wing and taught me the art of gunplay and wit. One cannot be a pistoleer without learning how to sprinkle a little sass into one's encounters, after all death should be memorable…It was during my time in South America working to manage a cartel that was getting too big of an idea of itself when I had my first encounter with my “friends” with the spark. The moment I saw one of them come flying in like superheroes out of a movie, throwing bolts of light at one another, I thought I had gone mad. In fact the next day I checked myself into a local mental hospital, but was kicked out because I was just fine. It took me a week to find them again but when I didI begged and pleaded with them to give me this ability, greed only filling my thoughts and desires. After enough time of begging and pleading, they finally agreed to give me this wonderful power with the stipulation that I travel with them for a time to learn temperance in using the ability.
>>39228004>>39228012Chapter 1: FinWe traveled to many places and times that still boggle my imagination. We tried, in the beginning, to do great goods for the worlds we wandered.…that often led to great mistakes and egregious errors the likes of which we should have been imprisoned and forgotten for…we were children then, playing with the fires of creation and treating the universe as our playground…forgetting that every action we took had impactful, and often devastating consequences…yours truely,BodaciousJohn
>>39227838What is the museums name?
>>39228335Palm Springs Air MuseumIt's the F117 roomCorey's getting very sloppy
