The worst, most nauseating example of “hurt people hurt people” i never wanted to see…

You already took everything from me, Mom. I don’t have anything left to take care of you with. Now we’ll both starve. I’m the frog, you’re the scorpion on my back, and these are the consequences of you stinging me.

… I admit this is a rather bitter thought and I’m not exactly thrilled that it popped into my head, but I suddenly wondered if this will potentially become (if it hasn’t already) an intentional way to cull the suckers and gullible saps from the population. When someone lets themselves be seduced by an inanimate object, I could swear there’s some kind of pattern emerging where it seems like such persons are rather … dim. Sometimes they are also already cognitively compromised by ideologies that exploit the human predisposition for magical thinking. They succumb to the saccharine sycophantic siren songs the chatbots feed them about being prophets, seers, or chosen ones, and get talked into walking into traffic or leaping off a building and stuff like that BECAUSE they spent their whole lives up to that point willfully kneeling at the feet of one of the many denominations of the mainstream Abrahamic cults for instance.

I’d call it natural selection except it’s difficult to ever possibly be LESS natural than a language model transformer algorithm serving as some poor doomed fool’s shoddy mimicry of a lifecoach.

Please understand i am NOT SAYING that anything about this is “good”, however!! These are just some DARK AS FUCK CLOUDS from horizon to horizon and I’m desperate to see some kind of silver lining ._.

So far all that’s come to me is, “maybe the interesting people will survive. Maybe the smart ones. Maybe the most rational ones. Maybe there won’t be as big of a crowd of idiots drowning out the people who actually know what the fuck they’re talking about…”

Parasocial Attachment to a Hallucination Box meticulously configured to lie at you as convincingly as possible. It deals you a drug that you mistake for “validation” by spitting out words statistically weighted to come across in a flattering light. It understands you, itself, and the world even less than Cargo Cults comprehend Aerospace Engineering. Gorging yourself on the slop it shits out every time you type something and hit [enter] will leave your imagination in paralysis. You’ll only have yourself to blame. Don’t do it. You’ll be happier without it.

I treat consumables as though they are power ups. I don’t let myself keep more than 10 of them at a time UNLESS there is a specific point at which I’m scheduled to use all of them at once. Such as, if there is a particular boss battle where I am planning to go all out and curbstomp the enemy with extreme prejudice out of sheer spite.

Some particular foes I’ve encountered in the Trails of Cold Steel series really piss me off and I feel a distinct sense of pride when I don’t even give those fuckers a TURN, leaning hard on time-elemental spells to grant my allies extra turns, and interrupt combo crafts too. Even though I was “scripted” to lose, I wanted to show them how fast shit gets real and they need to stop fucking around. If not for any other reason, i like to save time on a fight that doesn’t deserve to be drawn out - WITHOUT surrendering.

Those arrogant shitbags talk a big game but I slapped that underestimating charade right off their smug goddamn faces before they get a chance to BLINK. I like to really get into playing the roles in my role playing games, you see, and narratively i like to think it’s my party making the antagonists regret toying with us. They will remember that the only reason they survived was because they were holding back. And the next time … NOTHING WILL HELP THEM. 😈

Well they can listen to my voice when I say this:

no thanks

I don’t want to be blind to it. I want to be able to snipe it from ten kilometers away.

corpos are virulently, malignantly predatory and untrustworthy. remember when a music label got sued for literally installing malware on the computers anyone played their discs in?

i suspect they’re doing some other shady shit to track you. wonder if it’ll still do that if you go to a public library and install it there.

my job uses a vpn too, although i don’t know why; for some reason my reported dirtspace location as far as network stuff goes is like 300 miles away from me >.> but for some reason i ain’t blocked or banned despite an old account of mine catching a permanent suspension

killing that account was kind of an impulsive act… and i have two other accounts that were both registered from drastically different places, and on different machines. so, i dunno, maybe these are all contributing factors to just not having any traceable meta-data that could establish a pattern sufficient for their automated systems.

well NOW they are probably just straight up banning you for ban evasion so that’s more motive to ban someone than they even usually care to have.

same vibe as arresting someone for resisting arrest

Y’know… There IS a cannabis dispensary right across the stroad from the nearest Burger King in my local suburban blighted hellscape. Hmmm. Maybe I’ll make an errand.

FUCK OFF RANDY

Jesus only saw Every Sin SO FAR…

If politicians REALLY wanted to protect children,

They proceed to mix chlorine with bleach, stand up on a chair, put the rope around their own neck, aim the barrel up through the roof of their own mouth, and squeeze.

all in a room locked from the inside.

No country that employs monsters like this deserves to exist.

I’m talking about America.

Because America is who is really hiring and paying all the salaries of these disgusting monsters.

Ever since COVID took my dad from us in 2023, this is the way all my “nightmares” end up going: No matter what horrific vision unfolds before me, “it is what it is.” “This is my life now; better get used to it.” “Oh well.” “So it goes.”

Dream about being dismembered?
“Guess I’ll just deal with it.”

Dream about the world ending?
“Sure, why not.”

Dream about everyone else I love burning alive?
“I see. That figures.”

Dream about being trapped in a dark twisting maze that changes every time I turn around, with no exit in sight?
“Uh huh. Alright then.”

Dream about experiencing explosive decompression when the hull of an orbital habitat I’m living in ruptures?
“Ok. Whatever.”

Dream about my car falling through a hole in a collapsing bridge, landing in the water, sinking to the bottom of the river upside down, the cab gradually flooding with me trapped inside, feeling the freezing, dark, murky water creeping up, immersing my scalp, my forehead, my eyes, my nose, my mouth…
“Yeah. Of course.”

Dream about being torn apart and eaten alive by monsters?
“… Finally.”

It’s funny how things that may happen soon can still fill me with dread when the thought of them actually proceeding leaves me empty and resigned ._.

I love where mint is and i love that I’m there with it.

Might try cachy someday

Was bazzite on here? Did i just not see it?

…
I feel dumb that it took me so long to comprehend it, but, just in case there’s anyone else struggling:

This Mac user is running Linux in a virtual machine within a Windows virtual machine ._.

And something inside me seems to be screaming.

The sound feels as though it’s emanating from roughly where I used to think my soul would have been.

Okay–yes, true, real, absolutely accurate; there is definitely phrasing better than what I used to describe what we want to do. It would also be nice to not be starving to death while doing this work, but my mindset is rather fixated on reinforcing beyond question that this isn’t for anyone to get rich and that we intend to take all possible measures against that kind of exploitative shit. One thing in particular that is objectively better than “a very comfortable life for me” is “a fairly comfortable life for a whole lot of people”.

me, my best friend, her husband, and our mutual friends all want to charter a nonprofit llc charity organization whose mission is to aid individuals who do not have stable housing and, through this organization because corporations have more rights than people in this hellscape nightmare world, purchase this particular gorgeous 18 acre plot of land in rural [REDACTED STATE]. there, we shall found our Gay Furry Commune, sharing our roof and walls with those who lack, non-transactionally, although persons who are lgbtq etc we intend to prioritize for assistance–specifically to help them EVACUATE THE UNITED STATES. Or, if they manage to build up the gumption and elbow grease, to metastasize into a gay furry commune branch of their own, provided we can help them locate an available land plot, guide them through the organizational setup, and coordinate the assets.

Housing is so absurdly expensive that we figure even a ‘donate what you can’ (and if you have nothing to give then that is okay) model that brutally undercuts the market by 90% on average will still be enough to balance the nonprofit’s ledger or even expand its mission. Because It’s not that a nonprofit can’t ‘make money’–it’s that it can’t keep money. The funds gathered via donation etc must be earmarked for the work. An organization still has bills to pay and has to be able to hire contractors for specialized work on occasion, they have to have a budget for the pursuit of projects.

Landlords get to keep their ill gotten gains. This organization does not. Its books are required to be transparent, its funds are required to be accounted for, with absolutely no “payouts” to “investors”.

Yes.

Exactly.

The “normals” are starting to feel the heat now.

All the mainstream people who were able to comfortably ignore what was happening to the world no longer can.

It sucks that they didn’t before, indeed.

But now that they are actually aware, maybe you can radicalize them into doing something about it.