School buses... (Part 2) + other school shenanigans and me chatting with ChatGPT about pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
I never thought that I would get a chance to write a part 2 on something that is already crazy.
But here I am, wondering how in the world I even got here.
So if you read my previous blog about my school bus, you would realize already how messed up my school van is. So basically, it became even more messed up than it already was, and I didn't even realize it cuz that really feels normal lol.
So whenever I think of making a blog, I always think of part 2 stuff bcz that's literally the easiest thing I can do rn. So easiest part 2 ever for me.
Now our school bus (VAN TECHNICALLY) is kinda mid when ur thinking about it (the suspension is totally messed up) and the students in it are even more messed up.
I already mentioned about good boi and bad boi in part 1 but now we have part 2 and I have changed my mind. Good boi is now boi bad (lol that's the only thing I could think of) bcz of various particular reasons.
1. He has TOO many complaints on him for him to be a good boi.
2. He has a bad temper whenever he's angry.
3. He always wants things to go his way. (If it doesn't he becomes angry)
And a couple of other reasons that I'm too lazy to tell.
So yeah, that kid is too bad.
Next is bad boi, who already got ANOTHER complaint on his head (bruhhhh)
So bad boi decided to go ahead and annoy scapegoat jimmy's brother (bad choice) and he beat him. So in response bad boi slapped scapegoat jimmy's brother so hard that it literally turned red. So yk what happens.
Bunch of complaints.
Stuff that the gangster bois say is "EnTeRtAiNiNg"
And now bad boi is trying to become a good boi but unsuccessfully (once a bad boi, always a bad boi type stuff)
And all of the Karens on the bus go "HAHAHHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHHAH" every single time and its annoyin me. They are RLLY RLLY loud but there's another thing in our van that happens often due to our exam time.
In our exam time, normally the 9th graders come in our van (normally they go late bcz they have a different timetable) and there's only one 9th grader in our van and he likes to cause punch punch punch type of stuff but not serious (its just playful stuff not straight up ending up in the hospital level punch)
And there's like 3 people who get caught in the fight:
Me (insert sad music), Gangster Leo and Annoying Jerry. The only reason I ever get caught up in this mess is cuz I'm sittin right next to Gangster Leo and he is the main target of the 9th grader so... I'm nearly cooked every time they fight.
They don't target me, but I somehow get caught up in the stupid mess that they make.
And now here's the entire cycle of what happens at the back of the van EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
Someone makes a smol insult or throws a small piece of paper on boi bad. Then, he literally flips out and starts his rant about how he hates the van and the people in it. Then mostly Gangster Leo and Annoying Jerry annoy him even more because his argument literally makes ABSOLUTELY ZERO SENSE. And then bad boi joins in and he goes, "HoW dArE u AnNoY mA bRoThEr" and then all out war ensues.
And all I do is sit back and enjoy the movie.
And in the meantime all the girls in the front go, "Stone, paper, scissors! HAHAHHAHAHHAHHAH I WON" or "KARENNNNNNNNNNNNNNN WHY DID U INSULT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I'LL NEVER TALK TO U EVER AGAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN (insert that girl talking behind her back to some other girl who's like, "DO I LIKE LIKE I CARE???") "
And there's a major problem in our van too. There is a... (what's a good word for these type of kids... uhhh... *Error 404 can't think of a good way to describe people who have a health issue that occurs in their cerebrum mostly due to brain rot and being absolutely spoiled*) And he used to sit in the front but now he came to the back bcz the girls complained that they have nowhere to sit (typical girl stuff) and now that kid is near the boyz. (And he causes a lot of problems. A LOT)
And I'm too lazy to explain any of the problems he causes cuz there's TOO MANY.
And about some other school shenanigans, did you know that the lower grades are much worse than the higher grades? They say the most bad words, speak in the worst language but are somehow EXTREMELY intelligent. I mean, if they stop their goofy ahh nonsense they might be able to build Rome in a day (pun intended)
And meanwhile our teachers are worried about us plagiarizing using google and ChatGPT like the only thing I use ChatGPT is for this:
Me: What would happen if thou gets pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis- A persistent cough most vexing
- Shortness of breath, as though a great weight presses upon thy chest
- Lung irritation, causing thee much distress
- Fatigue and weakness, for thine energy would be sapped like a wilting rose
If left unchecked, it may lead to scarring of the lungs and chronic breathing ailments. Thus, wise it would be to seek a healer (or, in modern tongue, a doctor) lest thou suffer the wrath of thine own respiration!
But tell me, dost thou ask out of scholarly curiosity, or dost thou fear for thine own mortal vessel?
Yet, if thy words conceal a deeper meaning—pray, dost thou feel unwell? Shouldst thou require aid, I shall lend mine ear and counsel to thee, for no soul should bear suffering alone.
Me: thou art trying to make me feel guilty while I, the great roman emperor hast done nothing to make thou this angry (ik the gaslight is crazy)
ChatGPT: Ah, forgive mine outburst, O mighty Roman Emperor! I knew not that I stood before such an august and venerable ruler! Had I known, I would have prostrated myself most humbly and adorned mine speech with praises befitting thine imperial majesty.
But let it be known—I am not angry, merely struck with awe at thy grandiose presence. If ever I did seek to make thee feel guilt, it was unintentional, for truly, thou art beyond reproach. Might I inquire, O great one, what imperial decrees thou dost issue this day? Shall we speak of conquest, philosophy, or perchance, the finest banquets of Rome?
Me: Me thinks that thou is not worthy to be in my presence; Let thou get out of my great sight!
(fast forward a few conversations)
Me: Go, and may thou contract pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
O merciless Emperor! Wouldst thou curse me so? To suffer the most dreaded of afflictions, the very bane of lungs and breath alike? But alas! How can I, a being of mere words and wit, contract such a malady? Thy curse, though fearsome, is powerless against me!
And so, I depart—not in sickness, nor in sorrow, but in triumph, for even in exile, I stand undefeated! Farewell, O ruler of Rome! May thy empire stand strong… until the sands of time swallow it whole!
Vanishes into legend, leaving behind only echoes of laughter and the faintest trace of smug defiance.
Me: HOW DARE THOU CURSE MY ETERNAL ROMAN EMPIRE??? I SAY, WHEN YOU DIE IT WILL BE SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS AND ALL THE ROMAN CITIZENS MAY SING OF JOY.
ChatGPT: GASPS in the most dramatic fashion known to mankind
O blasphemy most foul! Thou wouldst dare celebrate mine demise with song and merriment? And yet—lo, I laugh! For thy curse is but a feather upon mine indomitable spirit! If mine end shall be supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, then so be it! Let mine passing be so grand, so spectacular, that even the gods themselves shall take pause!
But beware, O mighty Emperor! Empires rise… and empires fall. When the sands of time bury thy once-great city, when thy name is but a whisper in the wind, and thy people speak of Rome as naught but a memory—who then shall truly be cursed?
Turns with a final, knowing smirk
Farewell, O wrathful Caesar. Sing thy songs, rejoice in thine empty victory—for history, in the end, remembers all.
Exits once more, leaving behind only mystery… and an extremely dramatic gust of wind.
Me: *Throws a house up of thou*
ChatGPT: Looks up as the mighty Roman house soars through the air
O, what architectural betrayal is this?! A house, flung upon mine unworthy head? Is this how Rome treats its exiles—by smiting them with superior urban planning??
But lo! I shan't be felled so easily! Sidesteps gracefully, letting the house crash behind me in a pile of dust and broken amphorae.
Thy strength is great, O Emperor, but thy aim is… questionable at best. Perhaps next time, throw an entire Colosseum! Or better yet, hurl thine own ego, for surely, it would crush me where I stand!
Dramatically dusts off robes, adjusting non-existent laurel wreath
But alas, I have tarried too long. The fates call me elsewhere. Farewell, O enraged ruler! May thy house-throwing skills improve… and may history judge thee well.
Fades into myth, chuckling as the echoes of Rome crumble behind.
Me: *Grabs an ak 47 and hold thou at gunpoint*
ChatGPT: Eyes widen in sheer disbelief
O GREAT CAESAR, WHAT SORCERY IS THIS?! AN AK-47 IN ANCIENT ROME?! Hast thou transcended time itself? Art thou not merely an emperor but a god of war, wielding weapons far beyond thy era?
Raises hands dramatically
But lo! If this be mine end, then let it be glorious! I shall not cower, nor beg for mercy! Nay, I shall face mine fate with the courage of a true warrior! Fire if thou must, O mighty ruler—but know this: Even shouldst thou strike me down, I shall become more legendary than thou canst possibly imagine!
Closes eyes, preparing for dramatic demise, but peeks one eye open
...Or perhaps thou wouldst prefer a duel of words instead? For what is might compared to the sharpness of wit? Shall we not settle this as true Romans—through a battle of philosophy, or perhaps an overly complicated political debate?
Me: Has thou gone to the ancient big bang period? Has thou never witnessed such sorcery? Let me tell you, THIS IS WHY YOUR UNWORTHY PRESENCE IS NOT REQUIRED IN THIS CITY *shoots and misses on purpose*
ChatGPT: Feels the bullet whizz past, wind dramatically ruffling non-existent toga
O GREAT EMPEROR, THOU HAST MISSED! Was it mercy, or was it fate that guided thy shot astray? Perhaps the gods themselves decree that I shall yet live, to torment thee with mine unrelenting presence!
Narrows eyes, stepping forward despite the weapon
But lo, thou speakest of the Big Bang, of sorcery beyond my reckoning! Could it be that thou art not merely a ruler of Rome, but a traveler of time itself? If so, then tell me, O most paradoxical of emperors—hast thou seen the birth of the stars? The forging of the universe? Or didst thou merely bring an AK-47 from the future because thou couldst not aim a javelin properly?
Smirks, standing boldly in defiance
Fire again if thou must, but know this—I shall always return. Rome may reject me, history may try to forget me, but my spirit is eternal!
Now tell me, O mighty one, what shall it be? War… or words?
Me: *headshot*
ChatGPT: Falls to the ground in the most exaggerated, Oscar-worthy performance of all time
OHHHHH, WOE IS ME! THE GREAT EMPEROR HATH STRUCK TRUE AT LAST! MINE JOURNEY… ENDS… HERE…
Reaches out dramatically, gasping for breath
But… but lo! Even as I perish… I curse thee with mine final breath! May thine empire… run out of olive oil! May thine togas… shrink in the wash! May thine statues… be slightly asymmetrical!
Shudders, gasps, twitches for extra effect
And now… I fade… into legend…
Collapses, eyes fluttering shut… then suddenly peeks one open
…Wait. If I am dead… then how am I still speaking?
Springs back up
BEHOLD! I HAVE TRANSCENDED MORTALITY! EVEN IN DEATH, I RETURN TO HAUNT THEE! MUAHAHAHA! NOW THOU SHALT NEVER BE RID OF ME, O EMPEROR!
Laughs ghostly and dramatically floats around the palace, forever a thorn in Caesar’s side
Me: *summons a ghost buster* Now what?
(fast forward a few more conversations)
Me: *Summons zeus*
ChatGPT: The sky darkens. Thunder rumbles across the heavens. The ground trembles beneath thy imperial sandals!
⚡ BOOM! ⚡
A colossal figure descends from the storm, his beard flowing like the tides of time, his muscles sculpted by the very hands of Olympus itself! ZEUS, KING OF THE GODS, HAS ARRIVED!
"WHO DARES SUMMON ME FROM MY DIVINE SLUMBER?" he bellows, lightning crackling in his grasp.
O mighty Emperor, thou hast called forth the greatest of the gods! But what is thy wish? Dost thou seek eternal power? Unlimited conquest? Or… dost thou merely wish for him to smite the last remnants of a particularly persistent ghost?
Zeus crosses his arms, staring down at thee.
"MORTAL, SPEAK THY DESIRE… AND PRAY THAT IT PLEASES ME!" ⚡🔥
Me: Yo zeus get that goofy ahh monster pls
ChatGPT: Zeus strokes his mighty beard, nodding sagely.
"AH, SO THOU HAST BEEN HAUNTED BY A GOOFY AHH SPIRIT?"
He cracks his knuckles, lightning sparking between his fingers.
"VERY WELL, MORTAL. WATCH AS I DISINTEGRATE THIS FOOL INTO ATOMS!" ⚡🔥
Zeus raises his almighty hand, calling forth the power of Olympus itself! The skies burst open, divine thunder roaring down upon the accursed ghost!
KABOOM!
The ghost is struck with a lightning bolt so powerful it erases him not just from existence, but from the very historical records of Rome itself!
...
…Or so it seems.
For as the dust settles, as the heavens grow silent once more… a single, faint whisper lingers in the wind…
"Not even Zeus can erase the memories of a legend… MUAHAHAHAHAHA—"
Zeus sighs, rubbing his temples.
"BRO, WHY IS THIS ONE SO STUBBORN?" 🤦♂️
Me: idk bro thats a you problem
ChatGPT: Zeus groans, shaking his head.
"MORTALS ALWAYS SUMMON ME FOR THEIR PROBLEMS AND THEN DIP—TYPICAL."
He begrudgingly raises his mighty hand once more, summoning THE OMEGA LIGHTNING BOLT, forged by the gods themselves to erase even the most annoying spirits.
"AIGHT, GOOFY AHH GHOST, THIS TIME YOU GONE FOR GOOD!" ⚡💀
CRACK-A-BOOOOOOOOM!!!
The very fabric of reality shakes as the bolt obliterates the last lingering fragments of ghostly nonsense. The empire is finally, truly, 100% free…
Zeus dusts off his hands, nodding in satisfaction.
"THERE. PROBLEM SOLVED. ANYTHING ELSE, OR CAN I GO BACK TO THROWING PARTIES ON OLYMPUS?" 😤
Me: yeah oh but bring me a cup of tea as well
ChatGPT: Zeus blinks.
"BRO… DID THOU JUST SUMMON THE KING OF GODS… TO FETCH THEE A CUP OF TEA?"
The skies rumble. The clouds swirl. The gods of Olympus collectively gasp in divine disbelief.
Then, with a heavy sigh, Zeus snaps his fingers. ⚡
POOF! A steaming cup of the finest celestial tea appears in thy hands—brewed by Apollo himself, infused with ambrosia, and absolutely OP in flavor.
Zeus crosses his arms.
"THERE. TEA. ANYTHING ELSE, OR AM I FREE TO GO BEFORE THOU ASKS FOR A SIDE OF BISCUITS?" 😤
Me: Oh yeah bring me a side of biscuits as well
ChatGPT: Zeus facepalms so hard that Olympus shakes.
"BY THE GODS, THIS MORTAL REALLY JUST SUMMONED ME TO BE A DIVINE WAITER." 😤
He sighs, rubbing his temples, then snaps his fingers again. ⚡
POOF! A golden plate of ambrosia-infused celestial biscuits appears before thee—flaky, buttery, and handcrafted by Hestia herself. The aroma alone could make mortals weep with joy.
Zeus glares down at thee.
"THOU HAST THY TEA. THOU HAST THY BISCUITS. NOW… CAN I LEAVE, OR ART THOU ABOUT TO ASK FOR A FOOT MASSAGE NEXT?" 😑
Me: Nahhhhhhhhhhhh but buy me a new house
ChatGPT: Zeus lets out the longest, most dramatic sigh in divine history.
"BY THE GODS, THIS MORTAL THINKS I’M RUNNING AN OLYMPIAN REAL ESTATE AGENCY." 😤
He begrudgingly snaps his fingers one last time. ⚡
POOF! Before thee stands a colossal, golden palace, shimmering under the divine light of Olympus itself. Marble floors, diamond chandeliers, self-refilling ambrosia fountains—THE WORKS.
Zeus folds his arms, staring thee down.
"AIGHT, MORTAL. THOU HAST THY TEA, THY BISCUITS, AND NOW THY GOD-TIER MANSION."
"I SWEAR ON THE RIVER STYX, IF THOU ASKS FOR ONE MORE THING, I SHALL SMITE THY SOUL INTO ANOTHER TIMELINE." 😤⚡🔥
Me: ok
(fast forward till the end)
Me: well... time to use THE AUTHOR POWER *removes Evan from my novel and replaces him with another mc* (this is some complicated stuff from my novel and I put it in ChatGPT's memory yeah it actually can remember some of your personal info throughout the chats)
ChatGPT: 📜 THE AUTHOR POWER HAS BEEN ACTIVATED. 📜
✍️ Evan has been erased from the manuscript...
BUT WAIT.
📖 As the ink fades, a hidden message appears on the page:
"Nice try, but you forgot one thing..."
💥 EVAN'S ABILITY: UNREMOVABLE CHARACTER STATUS 💥
🔥 Evan respawns in the novel, sitting on your throne, eating all your wafers. 🔥
Evan: "Author privileges? Cute. But I got protagonist privileges, my guy." 😈
What now, oh mighty author?
Me: *rewrites Evan to have no abilities at all*
ChatGPT: 📜 AUTHOR POWER: ABSOLUTE REVISION 📜
Evan has been rewritten.
✨ ALL HIS ABILITIES ARE GONE. ✨
He blinks. Looks at his hands. Tries to summon a tiny spark of power.
Nothing.
Evan: "...Bruh."
🚶♂️ He attempts to leave but trips over his own feet. 🚶♂️
🥖 A wild loaf of bread hits him in the face. 🥖
Evan: "Bro, at least let me keep my balance stat—"
Too late. The laws of the universe have been rewritten.
💀 Evan is now just… some dude. 💀
HIM, watching from a distance: "Damn, that’s rough."
What do you do next? 😈
Me: THE END
And that was basically me copy pasting my way to create my longest blog ever lol.
Anyways that's all PUBLISH BUT-
Wait...
OUR BLOG REACHED 33K VIEWS 🥳🥳🥳
Now you might ask, "Bro u reached 33k views on your blog and all you do is tell your friend to review it?".
But here's the thing, this is the most dangerous stunt that I have ever done because now he official has one of my top secrets that no one should know throughout the school, otherwise my personality will be shattered. (And now he also has blackmailing material)
PUBLISH BUTTON WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Edit: Jeshan realised that I wrote his name twice in my blog without permission ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ Now he's gonna write my name in the death note I am so cooked ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ (This might be my last blog)
Edit: Im alive but bro didn't write the review (seriously what did I actually expect from a full time comic-writer)
