cool pic I found and thought of BIP...

[Lies]

Nuff Said.

[Sir Squid Diddimus]

gross.
meatcage.



i kinda like it

[Cramulus]

yoink

[tyrannosaurus vex]

gross.
meatcage.



i kinda like it

MEATCAGE

itt, we finally find the elusive answer to the timeless question, "what's a better name than 'black iron prison?'"

[Lies]

gross.
meatcage.



i kinda like it

MEATCAGE

itt, we finally find the elusive answer to the timeless question, "what's a better name than 'black iron prison?'"

My thoughts exactly.

[Idem]

Hey, kid. Welcome to the Cage.


You think you just woke up here one day, right? Think again. It was your whole life that brought you to this. Fact is, you were born to be here. Go ahead, look around. I’ll be here when you get back.


Looks smaller than it is, don’t it? Sometimes, it doesn’t even feel all that bad. But still… You look through those holes, and you see all that you’re missing. Hopes. Dreams. What could-have-been. Here, put your hands up to the meat, pick at the flesh, let me show you something.


Feel that? That’s all the books you’ve read. And that entire wall over there is your adolescence. Look up: It’s your CD collection. The floor you woke up on? Your parents. Like I said, you were born to be here. It’s your life, it’s the warm, gooey trap of your own existence. You painted yourself into a corner.


So, now you’re wondering why you feel trapped here, in your own life. Why now, why today, can you see the bars of a Flesh-Cage that you made for yourself? Because you stopped reacting, and took a couple of steps forward. You thought you could do what you wanted, you tried to be self reliant, and bang. You smacked your head against the bone.


What’s that? Yeah. That’s when the claustrophobia sets in. When you didn’t know you were trapped, everything was fine. But now that you know, you can see your entire, tired, monotonous life stretch out before you, trapped.  Breathe, kid. It’s just abject panic that you’re feeling right now. Some even say that this is what death feels like: An unchanging life, immune and unfeeling to what you really want.


Look around you. Look at these warm, oozing columns of flesh. The dead, pink-coloured ceiling. The mushy ground. That’s your universe. That’s the world you’re going to be living in for the rest of your life here in Meatcage. You’re going to live out your life in quiet desperation. Or, not so quiet if you decide to take the rife/bell tower route. Either way, long or short, it’ll feel the same. Dead, unchanging.


So, if you’re interested, I’d like to invite you to a jailbreak...


Just turn around.

[Lies]

Yeah, it works to a degree but might still need some modification or such to have that same "kick" IMO.

[Idem]

Yeah, it works to a degree but might still need some modification or such to have that same "kick" IMO.

Sure.  I basically imput a word-replacer program on it.


And... IMO, this is coming off as more gothic than BIP.  Just saying.

[Lies]

Hmm, I agree and I don't, just saying.

[LMNO]

LOL, meatcage.

[Lies]

Hmm... I think this might work better.
BIP= Reality
MeatCage = Cabbage/Someone clueless to the BIP and/or/either this body that the BIP has stuck your consciousness in.

[hunter s.durden]

BIP isn't reality.

BIP is our reality.

[LMNO]

BIP is a poorly constructed metaphor for reality.

[hunter s.durden]

Our reality.

Perception.

Jehovah, for instance, would not be confined by the BIP.

Unless I missed the point of this.

[Lies]

BIP isn't reality.

BIP is our reality.

ITT, Hunter once more shows off his sage-like... STFU ASSHOLE YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT FUCKING ANAL CUNT.