FUN???
There is no place for FUN. This is the quest for perfection. Cultivators are Alpha chads. No...
They are SIGMA MEGA CHADS
SMCs meditate for a thousand days chopping wood or under a waterfall while surviving by eating AIR. FUN? Pft.
You wanna know what they do for fun?
They walk into a bar and DRINK IT.
They start a fight with the SUN and the concept of SORROW and WIN.
They cut loose by making use of a truly staggering number of whores, all of them being YOUR MOTHER.
They go out and buy drugs and take them. How many?
YES.
And they charge every last one on your credit card.
Lots of Go playing, and some occasional polo.
They Play Go using Pebbles Worn smooth in the RIVER OF SOULS.
They play polo With the head of the last GOD that offended them, riding on a horse made from pure orgasm harvested from the last woman they banged, who either exploded or transcended this world from pleasure. It's hard to tell, since the outcome is virtually the same to the untrained eye.
It shoots loads of dopamine right up their buttholes and they love it.
They Piss Dopamine.
Drawing, carving sculptures, drinking and poetry.
If you mean they draw something so realistic it becomes reality.
That they carve new worlds cold hewn from the bones of still born gods.
(I already talked about the drinking)
And, they do meditate about poetry. ALL OF IT AT THE SAME TIME.
ALL THE POETRY. EVERYWHERE. THAT EVER WAS AND WILL BE.
