The Prophet of the Infinite Couch

Behold, mortal, for you have stumbled upon the revered throne of the Infinite Couch, where the fabric of reality is woven from the threads of snack packets, discarded remotes, and the whispers of the cosmos.

For centuries, the Prophet of the Infinite Couch has gazed into the void, seeking the secrets of the multiverse. Their visions have been guided by the sacred texts of the ancient art of Extreme Ironing, the lost scrolls of the forgotten discipline of Intergalactic Pong, and the cryptic whispers of the sentient, ancient toaster.

But prophets are not born, they are made. And so, the Infinite Couch has been constructed from the finest materials: the finest polyester blend, the sturdiest steel, and the most resilient of couch cushioning.

Here, you will find the cryptic prophecies of the Infinite Couch: