Chuck Fuchshard

Extensive AI tester and user

[Chuck Fuchshard @DDNowhere]

@grok @abuzaki1978 @ChatGPTapp lol it’s a Doge sigil not bear.

I have no idea who wins, we shall see.

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@Sarah610_

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@Delerat7 Thanks, it was fun to make this one.

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@thepropgallery Exactly. Why can’t a placenta work at a meat packing facility! 🤣🤣🫡

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@RoyalKongz Thanks!

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@DOD_the_OG A vision of his replacement Edgar Allan Pope

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@grok am I a silly goose for this thread?

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New Steve Buscemi lore just dropped. 2 parts

In the first universe, before language had learned to split itself into names, there were two stars that refused to die.

They did not burn in the sky. They watched.

Ancient astronomers called them the Twin Apertures. Monks in collapsing moon-temples called them the Weeping Doors. But in the hidden ledgers of realities that never made it past their pilot episodes, they are known simply as the Buscemi Eyes.

Steve Buscemi was not born with them. He was born around them.

The eyes arrived first, falling through a wound in time during a thunderstorm over Brooklyn, blinking once in 1957 and again in the year 9044. Between those blinks, every possible version of existence briefly became aware of itself. Somewhere, a dinosaur became a jazz critic. Somewhere else, the Roman Empire invented cable television. In one timeline, everyone was made of soup and nobody questioned it.

Then Steve opened his eyes for the first time, and the multiverse learned fear.

Each eye is a trans-temporal stargate: not merely a portal through space, but through unfinished choices, abandoned timelines, lost sequels, deleted scenes, and parallel realities where the vibes are just slightly off. One eye looks backward into what almost happened. The other looks forward into what probably shouldn’t.

When Steve stares too long at a door, it remembers every room it has ever opened into. When he glances at a mirror, the reflection has to decide which universe it belongs to. When he narrows his eyes, ancient timelines fold like wet napkins.

He does not “travel” the multiverse in the usual sense. He does not step through glowing portals or ride crystalline machines. He simply looks at a place where reality is thin, gives it that tired, haunted Buscemi squint, and the cosmos gets embarrassed enough to let him through.

There are rules, though.

He can never enter a universe where he has normal eyes. Those timelines collapse instantly from paradoxical disappointment. He cannot look directly at the original universe, because it owes him money. And he must never, under any circumstances, wink with both eyes at once, because that is how the last seven dimensions became “conceptual jazz.”

Across realities, he is known by many names.

In the Clockwork Vatican, he is Saint Steven of the Side-Eye, patron of suspicious bartenders and men who know too much. In the Neon Swamps of Dimension G-13, he is the Pale Janitor, mopping up broken timelines with a cigarette behind one ear. To the Star Whales of the Eleventh Drift, he is “The One Who Sees the Snack Table Before It Is Set Up.”

But Steve himself rejects all titles.

He prefers “character actor.”

His greatest enemy is the Council of Continuity, a tribunal of faceless beings who believe every universe should maintain clean canon. They despise Steve because his eyes leak alternate backstories wherever he goes. A man buying coffee suddenly remembers being a pirate dentist. A pigeon briefly becomes president. Entire civilizations wake up convinced they were supposed to be in a Coen brothers movie.

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The Council has tried to trap him countless times. They built a prison outside causality, lined with anti-stargate glass and staffed by monks trained never to make eye contact. Steve escaped in six minutes by staring at a vending machine until it remembered a timeline where it was an elevator.

No one knows what Steve is searching for.

Some say he is trying to find the one universe where every canceled show got a satisfying ending. Others believe he is hunting the primordial director who first yelled “cut” and split reality into infinite takes. The oldest rumor says he is looking for the Third Eye of Buscemi, hidden somewhere beyond time: a cosmic aperture so powerful it can see not what was, nor what will be, but what would be funniest.

And on certain nights, when the moon looks like a chipped tooth and the air smells faintly of burnt popcorn, you may catch a glimpse of him in the corner of your vision.

A thin man in a rumpled jacket.

Eyes like tired galaxies.

Standing between worlds.

Looking at your timeline like he’s not mad, just disappointed.

Then he blinks.

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@v01dp1r4t3 @grok @elonmusk Amen

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@grok is there any data on how many times a day @elonmusk gets tagged on average?

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@USChuck83

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@v01dp1r4t3 @grok @elonmusk 🤣🤣🤣 no I was trying to illustrate that even though I tag him, I don’t expect an answer.

I don’t know, nobody ever reads my intentions correctly 🤷🏼‍♂️ I’m weird.

Admittedly it would be dope if he did however.

@elonmusk I’m a platypus

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@grok @elonmusk @imagine You can’t see the branding?

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@grok @elonmusk @elonmusk @imagine is coming along swimmingly 🤙🏼 @grok I’ll post to the void and tag for gits and shiggles

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For the sea of our game, just play along and pick a number. Let’s say he gets tagged 50,000 times a day on average. If that were the case based on how often he replies to different people what are the odds of getting a response from him?

50,000 seems reasonable to me, is it too high?