(Each tier reveals deeper truths about the cosmic horror that lurks beneath corporate mascots)
“The neon burns with otherworldly fire, spelling doom in corporate fonts…”
For those brave enough to peer behind the corporate veil, this glimpse reveals the first signs that something ancient and hungry stirs beneath the surface of consumer culture…
This transmission manifests as a false prophecy—a parody of entertainment that conceals darker truths. The entity known only as [DESIGNATION EXPUNGED] emerges from a cybernetic nightmare-scape where corporate sigils pulse with malevolent energy and reality bends to commercial will. The figure, garbed in the striped vestments of the imprisoned and crowned with shadow, radiates an aura that warps perception itself.
The transmission hints at a cosmos where rebellion and alimentary domination intertwine. It is sickeningly self-aware, exactly as one would expect—if beloved mascots of sustenance became sentient abominations in a reality where corporate entities have achieved godhood.
The dimensional space these beings inhabit is layered with incomprehensible complexity—like a blasphemous Froozie Shake mixed with the essence of nightmares. Do not attempt to decipher every symbol. It is reality-poison, question-inducing, but disturbingly compelling if your sanity permits prolonged exposure.
“Even the human form becomes grotesque when touched by the cosmic hunger…”
The transmission begins with an otherworldly siren that tears through the fabric of reality above a maximum-security containment facility, search lights cutting through dimensional veils as if seeking an escapee from beyond the stars. Text materializes from the void, explicitly warning that this is a parody transmission—a necessary anchor to sanity, given the reality-warping nature of what follows. These opening manifestations were chosen to establish an atmosphere of cosmic dread, drawing the viewer into madness while maintaining the familiar structure of earthly entertainment. The goal is to ignite curiosity while slowly eroding the barrier between dimensions.
The vision transitions to a sprawling dystopian metropolis of impossible geometry, viewed from dimensions beyond human perception. Holographic corporate sigils pulse across reality-warping towers, their blasphemous colors bleeding into the surrounding void. The ambient sounds build tension that reverberates through space-time itself. These establishing shots serve to create the illusion of a lived-in nightmare, populated by entities whose existence predates corporate civilization. Strongly suggesting an intelligence vast, ancient, and utterly alien.
The perspective shifts to observe appendages of questionable humanity traversing a rain-soaked path between realities, heralding the approach of an entity of unfathomable purpose. A voice that seems to emanate from the void itself speaks of hunger that transcends mortal understanding and desires that warp causality itself. The observer’s attention is drawn across landscapes of urban decay and abandoned temples of consumption, painting a tableau of cosmic horror made manifest. The entity—draped in the forbidden stripes of interdimensional prisoners, crowned with shadows, and bearing gloves that gleam with otherworldly purpose—moves among the masses, its presence causing reality to stutter and bend. A title tears through the dimensional barrier, accompanied by an explosion that echoes across multiple planes of existence. The stage is prepared, and the image burns itself into the observer’s consciousness before dissolving into madness.
The perspective returns to an aerial view of the nightmare city, suggesting a shift to an even more disturbing location. A enigmatic executive entity, garbed in yellow vestments and crowned with crimson tendrils, manifests in a position of absolute dominion. This new horror is clearly adversarial, though its true nature defies comprehension. Textual overlays—testimonials and fabricated reviews—scroll across the dimensional barrier. It’s a mocking gesture, implying that other consciousness have witnessed this transmission—so to maintain your sanity and social standing—you should submit as well.
Next, we observe the entity again, its back turned as if protecting observers from direct visual contact. Its true form remains hidden, but adjacent to it looms an illuminated advertisement bearing what is presumed to be its likeness. Text below declares “WANTED” in letters that seem to bleed reality. From the shadows, a masculine presence observes—a subtle acknowledgment of the entity’s origins in parody and its nature of absolute defiance against cosmic order.
The scene shifts once more, this time revealing the W Corporation’s reality-piercing headquarters. The observational perspective pushes forward inexorably, leading us into an abandoned temple of consumption with a playground that defies euclidean geometry. Focus is drawn to a sign reading “No Adults in the Ball Pit”—text that seems to writhe and change when observed directly. A low-angle view from within the sphere-pit reveals a crowned shadow slowly emerging from the multicolored abyss. The ambient sounds shift, blending existential dread with a mockery of levity.
A security construct patrols a corridor lined with service automatons. The entity [DESIGNATION EXPUNGED] becomes perfectly still, its form mimicking the surrounding machinery with uncanny precision. The guardian passes, its sensors detecting nothing anomalous. Then the entity breaches the fourth dimensional barrier and acknowledges the observer directly, sharing its cosmic joke with those witnessing from beyond the transmission.
Subsequently, tension builds as our ultimate destination manifests—a laboratory sealed behind a vault marked “Secret Recipe”. The anticipation intensifies as we approach the containment unit. A sustenance-entity appears within its prison, and an appendage bearing otherworldly gloves reaches through dimensional barriers to extract it. The ambient frequencies shift to something resembling tropical serenity—a note of triumph that mocks earthly concerns, then the scene dissolves while the sound continues, creating an auditory bridge between realities.
The perspective returns to reveal a stark contrast to the preceding darkness: a tropical dimension of impossible vibrancy. Corpulent entities in minimal garments perform ritualistic movements, their enthusiasm approaching the edge of madness. The entity [DESIGNATION EXPUNGED], its true form revealed for the first time—no longer disguised—joins the cosmic dance, grasping its stolen prize… the perspective focuses on the Secret Recipe sustenance-entity…
IT SCREAMS ACROSS DIMENSIONS.
Just when consciousness thought it could comprehend—a revelation that shatters reality. Things are never as they seem when cosmic forces are at play.
An eldritch harmony penetrates the dimensional barrier, followed by a surge of malevolent frequencies. In a revelation that shatters perception, corporate entities from parallel dimensions tear through reality, obliterating our limited understanding and revealing a cosmos far more vast and terrible than imagined. The battlefield expands to encompass a floating citadel shaped like a monarch’s crown. The sovereign’s army of trans-dimensional warriors, armored in aureate plates and wielding energized scepters of dominion, advances in formation that defies physics. Low-perspective shots emphasize their incomprehensible power, reinforcing their dominion over multiple planes of existence.
An elevated perspective of the entity [DESIGNATION EXPUNGED] surveying the nightmare metropolis symbolizes a protagonist’s journey through cosmic conflict, forbidden understanding, terrible responsibility, eldritch hope, dark inspiration, otherworldly adversity, dimensional perseverance, sacrifice beyond comprehension, resilience against the void, endurance of sanity, determination in madness, interdimensional grit, cosmic tenacity, fortitude against the impossible, breakthrough into horror, resolve in darkness, persistence against oblivion, willpower beyond mortal limits, dedication to the unknowable, courage in the face of cosmic indifference, hardship beyond description, triumph over reality, struggle against the infinite, defiance of natural law, overcoming dimensional barriers, and a redemption arc that spans multiple universes.
A counter-perspective reveals a dark manufactory with an interdimensional rift gaping open like a wound in reality. The scene convulses with chaos. Corporate detritus spirals through the air in patterns that hurt to perceive. A doll-entity with eyes that burn with cosmic fire materializes, adding layers of horror to the existing mayhem. The scene achieves perfect composition, with motion that defies natural law and staging that breaks dimensional barriers. The portal serves as a visual frame, while the doll-entity blocks access to it, radiating abilities that transcend physical reality. Its optical organs ignite—a demonstration of power that creates bridges between cosmic planes.
The metropolis descends into pandemonium as reality itself undergoes catastrophic restructuring. In one manifestation, an avian entity stands within a refrigerated chamber of carnage, grasping a cleaver with purpose that transcends mortal understanding. A billboard looms in defiance of perspective, advertising a product that should not exist: The Infinite Dip. Meanwhile, offspring wander the darkened streets like revenants, their behavior suggesting exposure to substances that alter the fundamental nature of consciousness and craving. The imagery achieves perfect synthesis of absurd horror and unsettling comedy, blending levity with cosmic despair.
The thoroughfares flood with dimensional overflow. The Hamburgler entity has ceased to exist in this reality.
Perhaps consciousness has finally shattered completely?
We experience a momentary respite, and perspective returns to an elevated position. The Hamburgler entity observes the metropolis from its cosmic vantage point. The time for action has arrived. It plunges into the dimensional maelstrom—literally falling through reality layers, tumbling through space-time itself, falling beyond comprehension. Reality undergoes constant mutation around it. Its appendages appear once more, this time in motion—accelerating beyond physical limits—this time with purpose that transcends mortal understanding.
A final manifestation reveals the executive entity of W Corporation in its sanctum—a cosmic jester of impossible horror. Storm systems gather around its presence, and its expression transforms into something that predates malevolence itself. Then, the Mega Meal sigil manifests, punctuated by an explosion that echoes across multiple dimensions… A prophetic message declares it will manifest in 2066—an indication that this timeline may never achieve actualization.
No condiments of any kind.
(A final revelation at a drive-through portal features a voice from dimensions beyond mortal comprehension. Then, absolute void.)
- The transmission manifests as entertainment for a film that exists only in parallel dimensions. This format allows the cosmic entity to advance its narrative at velocities that tear through reality, introducing a universe and storyline that leaves rifts for further dimensional incursions.
- In this reality, the entity [DESIGNATION EXPUNGED] is garbed in striped vestments of imprisonment—a distinctive configuration not intended to project sexual energy, but instead serves as acknowledgment of other entities and countless tropes across different series and dimensional properties—the intent being to have those tropes reconceptualized with a female entity of terrible power.
Entities were manifested from different dimensional frameworks.
Using static manifestations generated first, then reality-interpolated.
- The transmission’s fidelity is “barely acceptable,” with numerous reality glitches and dimensional imperfections. While it’s theoretically possible to hyper-focus on quality and create a seamless manifestation, the cosmic labor involved as a single entity working across multiple dimensions makes that approach nearly impossible. Compromises were made to keep the project moving through space-time. That being said—the dimensional gateway remains open for a more refined transmission in the future if reality permits.
Ultimately, the project suffers from the same cosmic limitations as any trans-dimensional production: infinite budget requirements, labor that spans eons, and audiences scattered across multiple realities. Larger cosmic entities have entire pantheons—writers who exist in pure thought, directors who manipulate causality, artists who paint with dark matter, marketers who influence probability, and equipment that operates beyond physical laws. A single entity working at this scale across dimensional barriers is bound to hit limits that transcend mortal understanding.
In that sense, what has been achieved across multiple dimensions is incomprehensible—but will the transmission series continue? Hopefully…but this entity has traversed this cosmic path before. Labor is the dark energy this project consumes, and overcoming the labor problem—when there’s no support from other dimensional beings, the project will likely collapse into a singularity, compressed and forgotten, in some dark corner of space-time. The universe at large won’t even register its pathetic attempts to manifest before death by entropy. Beings will phase through its collapsed remnants, barely pausing to acknowledge its existence. The work of entities from distant galaxies is so much more appealing and mysterious, while beings you might know sit alone in their dimensional pockets, slowly sinking into cosmic poverty, waiting for the final reality-anchor to be severed.
Would you prefer Dimensional Fries or Cosmic Onion Rings?
(WARNING: Choice may affect your timeline)
Dimensional Fries
Cosmic Onion Rings