YouTube 10-26-2018: Dimentional Merge Announcement video

Chris made the Honor Roll at Manchester High School after all.

 

He replied to someone saying he was going to post the math that lead to this conclusion that half the population of two separate universes were going to drop dead. This outta be worth a laugh.

 

Honor Roll my ass.

 

What do you bet Chris saw Infinity War, turned to this imaginary waifu and said "hold my Zima" then wrote this tweet.

 

Considering how chris views the idea of retconing his comic as 'destroying' all the characters in it, chris could just be talking about starting a new comic... but yeah its more likely he genuinely believes this because he saw it in a movie/vidya game/cartoon.

 

Maybe Borb should never have let Chris see Who Framed Roger Rabbit.

 

I can't help but see this as a metaphor for Chris' life.
Absolute nonsense scribbled hastily onto a crumpled napkin.

 

The tweets accompanying the McDonald's napkin covered in Honor Roll 'math.'

I was hoping to get chris replying to a troll as to how he got these numbers, but we all know he'll just say Magi-chan or some other delusion magicked the numbers into his head so they're the right ones.

 

I take it he did the math while at McDonald's?

 

God dammit Chris.

Folks I just got owned by Chris-Chan, who has triggered my particular brand of autism.

Okay, let's... let's take this from the top.

This first part is obvious and trivial but I wanna break this shit down. All the autism. All of it. Also Chris' ramblings are so insane I need something simple, basic and rational to compare them to here.

Let E1218 = P1218 + C1218
Let P1218 = The total human population of the real world (individual people)
Let C1218 = The fictional characters made real in the real world, i.e. Fucking ZERO and if you need me to explain why, stop it, get some help, or more succinctly,
C1218 = 0

Ergo, E1218 = P1218

Let E197 = P197 + C197
Let P197 = The total human population of the non existent Chris' bull shit world (individual people) and I'll stop being edgy
Let C197 = The fictional characters made real in the imaginary world

If C197 = 0.3875(E197)
P197 = 0.6125(E197)

So as far as that goes, that checks out. Now that implies that a shockingly low number of fictional characters exists (as a fucking nerd I've made hundreds of them if not thousands...) but this is Chris' bull shit so he gets to set the rules. Maybe only fictional characters with a certain amount of emotional attachment to them exist in Earth 197.

So Chris is saying when this nonsense happens,

Let S1218 = The total human surviving population of the real world (individual people)
Let X1218 = The surviving percentage of humans of E1218 where {X1218 | 0.51 <= X1218 <= 0.59} if I understand Chris Correctly
S1218 = X1218 (E1218) = X1218 (P1218)

Let S197 = The total human surviving population of the fictional world (individual people)
Let X197 = The surviving percentage of humans of E197 where {X197 | X197 <= 0.51} if I understand Chris Correctly, he doesn't give a lower bound
Let Y197 = The surviving percentage of fictional characters of E197 where {Y197 | 0 < Y197 <= 1} if I understand Chris Correctly, I'm not sure if any of the "OCs" die
S197 = X197 (0.3875*E197) + Y197 (0.6125*E197)

So the whole thing is supposed to equal Earth's original population

P1218 = S1218 + S197
P1218 =X1218 (P1218) + X197 (0.3875*E197) + Y197 (0.6125*E197)

But earlier Chris said 1.3875 * P1218 = E197 which means we can substitute and eliminate a variable in the above equation, but unlike Chris I have to go to work right now. I'll see if I can finish the 'tism later. Or maybe it'll pass and I'll do something more useful with my time like watch paint dry.

 

God damn it Chris, you forgot that you're supposed to do indicies before division. How are you going to defeat da trolls if you can't even BIDMAS.

 

Chris proving he’s not a math idiot savant...just an idiot.

 

I think the important take away here is that only a few billion people are gonna die so that Chris'tard can live out his spergy cartoon fantasies.

 

You know life sucks if you're scribbling down insane math about a "dimensional merger" with cartoons at a McDonald's in Virginia... at an age when many people already have established families and careers.

 

My autism slipped a little in the prior post, normie plague be gone REEEEE

To quote our great citrus God-Emperor, "Wrong"

Let S197 = The total human surviving population of the fictional world (individual people) + the total surviving number of fictional characters

Also the survival coefficient on the fictional world is bounded by zero because you can't have lower than zero survival

Okay minor error, you can tell what I meant.

Okay let's keep this 'tism train going. Substituting and keeping ALL of the decimals for extra autism:

(E197 / 1.3875) =X1218 (E197 / 1.3875) + X197 (0.3875*E197) + Y197 (0.6125*E197)
E197 (720/999) = E197 ( (720/999)X1218 + (0.3875)X197 + (0.6125)Y197)

Okay TL;DR - It's way too long for the forum but basically, since Chris said nothing about fictional characters dying, if you assume 100% survival rate and set that variable = 1, this equation works out to something utterly impossible because you'd have to have a negative value in a survival rate which is nonsense or survival rates lower than Chris' specified minimum.

My autism is satisfied. What a sad life I have.

 

Did you make sure to do your math on a McDonald's napkin, the only authentic medium for higher mathematics?

 

So basicaly, to chris a scribbled on napkin = Death Note.

 

Does this remind anyone of that Time Cube shit? Is Chris gonna be at MIT in his 80's, yelling "LOOK ADDIT. ISHA COOB. YA CAN'T DISHPOOVE A COOB"?

inb4 ::rates optimistic:: for the part about Chris loving to be 80.

 

Now I want to link him to some death positivity videos

 

Christine said, "I'm young at heart" in order to avoid being productive in society, even if that was as simple as working at a local ballpoint pen assembly line, earning perhaps at least $7 an hour for producing valuable, strong pens. Chris's parents chose to assemble his mindset as a cheap, shoddy ballpoint pen whose ink cartilage is almost empty... and not refillable!

Now, Christine says "I must pray to my CPUs (Computer Player Units) that we reach some sort of mystical afterlife, for which Lord Sonichu and Goddess Rosechu will establish."

Christine appears to have gone full schizo, and his entire miserable lifetime of being a soft snowflake should be a series of prophetic parables to warn the entire world about being lazy, dumb, foolish, unwilling to work. In the upcoming years, don't be surprised if someone begins writing children's parable storybooks (in the style of Aesop's Fables) about Christine W. Chandler. We need to warn and tell our children as well, if we even have any: It's either work, or be worked on by others!