Meeting a fellow tulpamancer

[Guest ThunderClap]

Some doors are better left unopened.

 

This is one of those doors.

[Couguhl]

Georgia checking in

[Guest Anonymous]

I met someone with tulpas the other day. I won't go any further than that.

[Splooshie123]

Then what was the point of posting here in the first place?

[Viceroy]

I might kick it with Aarix next time I'm in Indie.

[cruse]

You should come to Thailand

[Viceroy]

You should come on Skype

[Nikodemos]

I am fairly certain there are no tulpamancers near Helsinki, or in Finland in general. Or at least any that I know of. Oh well.

[Sands]

I am fairly certain there are no tulpamancers near Helsinki, or in Finland in general. Or at least any that I know of. Oh well.

 

There's actually too many as far as I've seen, usually pretty spaghetti. I think there's even a whole fucking IRC channel full of them.

[mordred]

I was hanging out at a WcDoodles one day, waiting in line so I could order a large fries and a frozen coke- when suddenly I heard a voice. A man behind me seemed like he was talking on the phone, kind of obnoxiously so, really, but I let it slide. It was a public place, after all. At that moment, I heard him say- and I quote: "Get off his head, Pinky!", whilst laughing a laugh that went "snork snork snork". I felt confused for a second, hell, I was confused until the guy in front of me had finished his order and I realised that I had to step forward and make my own. After ordering my fries and beverage, with a bit of trouble as I couldn't seem to string two thoughts together; I decided to sneak a little glance at the man behind me.

 

I mean, it was only natural, right?

 

I snuck a glance and saw the greasiest, shortest, most unwashed looking neckbeard I'd ever seen in my life. In his hand, he held a little pink toy, a pony. He was galloping it around with his hand, playing horsie in the middle of a McDocklies as three blonde girls behind him (at least two meters behind, by the way) snickered with their hands covering their mouths.

 

It only hit me as I left the establishment, that this man, this clearly deranged brony; talking to himself as he imagined his toy flying around peoples heads- was in fact the average tulpamancer.

 

That's as close as I've gotten.