Shit Man, This Wizard War Is Fucked. I Just Saw A Guy Clap His Hands Together And Say "the Ten Hells"

Recently saw a video about cursed Tumblr recipes which reminded me of something I cooked up during a summer job at college. It was a drink I liked to call "terminal clarity".

It tastes like every flavor at once for half a second, like your taste buds are being violently electrocuted, only for that taste to immediately disappear and leave behind an aftertaste I can only describe as "void". It tastes like nothing I can possibly portray with words, only that it leaves you hollow and questioning whether taste was an experience that ever existed at all. It tastes like loud silence.

I invented this and immediately got covid the next day as divine punishment for my unforgivable sin.

UPDATE: I found the original discord post I made with the recipe, here it is:

2/5ths sprite

2/5ths XXX Vitamin Water

1/5th Blue Powerade

OPTIONAL: Add a touch of cheap mass produced super chemically comcentrated lemonade (I used minute maid but any will probably work)

If done right it should be unnaturally purple/magenta like this:

there are certain things in this room that are definitely not in this room

yknow what. being the only female looking person in a game of dodgeball is fucking wild bro

every now and then i go back to the gacha singing battles, just to see if the music has changed.

most of the time it hasnt.

conclave 2024 was so real we even get conclave 2025

These men just stole the personal information of everyone in America AND control the Treasury. Link to article.

Akash Bobba

Edward Coristine

Luke Farritor

Gautier Cole Killian

Gavin Kliger

Ethan Shaotran

Spread their names!

Joker Murdered

It's headline news. Bruce knows it wasn't Jason. He had been in the cave nearly all day, working on the motorcycles with Dick. When the news came in, Bruce was right next to him and saw his reaction. Jason was shocked to his core. Jason absolutely was not involved.

Bruce can't figure out who did it, and it's driving him crazy. He investigates the entire family, the Arkham staff, city officials—everyone. Tim is just as perplexed as Bruce. There are no clues at all. It's not that anyone cares that the Joker was murdered; the real issue is that they can't figure it out. That someone out there is so good that they didn't leave a single trace behind.

It's the fact that someone out there is better than the Bats.

Jason is the only one not stumped. The same day the news breaks, he approaches Alfred, giving the elderly man a hug with an almost soundless, "Thank you." As he trembles with emotion.

Alfred pats him on the back with a simple, "Anything for you, my dear boy."

Maybe now that his grandson's greatest fear, his own personal walking and living hell, has been vanquished, he will finally find some measure of peace. Perhaps, at the very least, he won't wake up screaming and crying as often.