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Started by altered, March 24, 2024, 11:06:25 AM

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altered

Everyone you know and love will die unhoused and sick.

You will see the rug pulled out from under you and you will be helpless. A lifetime of surviving in the end times will not be enough. You will understand hopelessness.

There will be no release for you, no matter how important you are to others.

If you are particularly fortunate, you will dance the tightrope of precarity to its very outer reaches, and you will have no one left for you as the next step is swallowed by void. You might see "small business owners" and other low-grade parasites falling into the great darkness with you. It won't help.

It's too late to change this. You had your chances three years ago. Now they know they can get away with whatever they want. They're lying to your face and telling everyone else that they're your friend. They are no longer pretending to be in opposition to the raving fascists on the "other side". The two man con is exposed, and they know it doesn't matter anymore.

Everyone you know and love will die abandoned and miserable, of plague and jackboots and starvation outside of Whole Foods. Every last one of them.

Me, those like me, we will all be forgotten in ten years. Don't resolve to remember -- you'll have more important matters to attend to then. Everyone will.
"I am that worst of all type of criminal...I cannot bring myself to do what you tell me, because you told me."

There's over 100 of us in this meat-suit. You'd think it runs like a ship, but it's more like a hundred and ten angry ghosts having an old-school QuakeWorld tournament, three people desperately trying to make sure the gamers don't go hungry or soil themselves, and the Facilities manager weeping in the corner as the garbage piles high.

altered

If you are an American on this forum and think you might get out okay, that the above doesn't apply to you, this almost year old piece, I regret to inform you you are wrong. I am homeless, my body is shutting down, and there is a genocide machine aimed at my head. Musk has his child soldiers in control of the treasury, literally kids fresh out of high school, his personal workers, in charge of US Treasury computers. The controlled opposition is no longer even opposing, every single congressthing is voting for the worst people you know, unanimously. Yes, your favorites too. A prison in El Salvador exists that they said out loud will house American criminals, they will deport US citizens. Covid is still here, and other diseases are crawling out of the slime

You are all going to die too, under boots or in camps or to illness or to exhaustion, you are all going to die and your loved ones will die too. You will not be saved, no one is coming to the rescue. If you escape you will have the guilt, knowing how many people you know didn't

I'm definitely not escaping, my life has all but already ended. Everyone has given up on me, there is no future, no one cares. I will never complete a fucking thing before I die. No one cares about that either. It's technically not too late, but no one will do what I need: housing and being kept alive while I apply for a deadname passport, funding my exit. It's not happening, and I'm in decline so everyone who could or would will reason someone else deserves it more, someone who can live a healthy life instead of declining broken health and trauma from years and years of pain. Someone who has a chance to be normal and okay, maybe once was normal and okay

No one is going to be okay. Okay is lost. We will all die or be broken, no human body on this land is going to make it out alright
"I am that worst of all type of criminal...I cannot bring myself to do what you tell me, because you told me."

There's over 100 of us in this meat-suit. You'd think it runs like a ship, but it's more like a hundred and ten angry ghosts having an old-school QuakeWorld tournament, three people desperately trying to make sure the gamers don't go hungry or soil themselves, and the Facilities manager weeping in the corner as the garbage piles high.

Doktor Howl

Permagos was just telling me that if we start veggie gardens, we can avoid all of this.
Molon Lube

altered

And what are you doing other than taking jabs? I'm not saying you're doing nothing, but if you are doing anything else you seem dead set on making sure only Your People will benefit from it, because no one else is going to trust you. And you know, this is the kind of situation where any sort of petty in-fighting is going to make it worse. You're doing the fascist's work for them: demoralizing, fragmenting, etc. In some ways I feel like it's worse, because you're going to get pissed off at me for saying this and nothing will change I'll just be even more isolated and alienated and it's a waste of my fucking time but here you are, you came to ME to show THIS off.

Don't pat yourself on the back for being right in my thread. There is no time left for self-congratulations, and anyway I don't wanna see you fucking giddy about getting your dunks in while I'm bleeding the fuck out. You, yes you, are going to die horribly too.

What are you DOING?
Who are you HELPING?
Why do you want to look like you're gonna be the one purity testing folks this time while the ravenous maw of genocide comes down?
What good is this to anyone?

Like I'm only saying this shit because I know I AM GOING TO DIE. I have no reason to hold back in the hopes you might help, because you won't even if you can, and I don't know about your capabilities anyway, so I'd rather slap you across the face and say "STOP BEING USELESS" than die letting you believe you're doing anything remotely cool right now. I respect you more than to let you unwittingly help the fucking Nazis as I go the fuck out.

And if that's a bridge too far for you then I'd rather die knowing I have proven to my satisfaction that there is no good in the hearts of man, that even the people who partly made me into the person I am today, who shaped my values in deep ways, are nothing more than stupid, petty, and evil in the face of the end, forgetting their histories and their own lessons in favor of getting to stomp on someone.
"I am that worst of all type of criminal...I cannot bring myself to do what you tell me, because you told me."

There's over 100 of us in this meat-suit. You'd think it runs like a ship, but it's more like a hundred and ten angry ghosts having an old-school QuakeWorld tournament, three people desperately trying to make sure the gamers don't go hungry or soil themselves, and the Facilities manager weeping in the corner as the garbage piles high.