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Owner 2 is probably going to try and sabotage everything at some point.

We're sort of counting on that.

As are considerable chunks of Africa, Asia and the Middle East.

The remaining chunks are probably hoping owner thing #2 can deliver what he promised them.

The cave has had adjustments and is now open air. 3 hours into a 12 hour shift. Its. - 3c now.

Can't recall who said it but the just was "instead of getting trussterfucked we are just sunknackered".

Given the list of things on strike it may be underestimating things.

Evening Cain,

Can I get a drop of prophecy for the future? I'm guessing early election, but how early and why? Probably not by next summer, but by say September after everyones holidays are fucked again through a shitshow 40c summer.

I'm giving 3/1 on riots by April ish, small scale but widespread.

I've been gone that long, I'm basically new again.

Who's left? And if someone could list the current grudges and factions it would speed things up tremendously.

CNO
Stella
Altered
Suu
Trivial
Cain

and

me.

The factions are, of course, all of THEM against ME, because they know I have access to the world's most questionable sushi, and they want it.  They send the now-unemployed Antignano Brothers around to harass me and try to steal it, but I am much too clever and ate it, even the stuff that hadn't gone past the use-by date that Quiktrip stamped on the plastic wrap.

I see.

I also see Terry. Terry is the resident workplace ist. 30/40/30 racist, sexist, other ist.

For fun, I brought it up at break, just the concept of sushi. I got 5 minutes of "seahorses are fucked up, yo."  something something gender concept something.

It's fucking insane here.

I'm pretty sure there was a death scenario in the garden area with bees and intoxicated carnivorous plants that could use you to reproduce them.

And a quite nice Indiana Jones parody that's probably better than recent films.

I'm pretty sure it actually comes originally from PUA circles (though given the PUA/manosphere/toxic gamer culture overlap that's not saying much). Some of the older guides definitely talk about having a "prop" to initiate conversations with people.

It's 2028. Twitter is the go to platform for incels worldwide. Full length hentai body pillow sales spike beyond capacity. Trumps cyogenically preserved head is both the new logo and server farm after janky Jonny Mnemnoic shennagins become possible. Every 6 months or so, a wicker man style ceremony has become needed to add brains to the jar for additional RAM. Somehow, this dilutes the original intelligence so it no can do little more than blink out the semaphore for "HATE-JEWS". This is considered a feature, not a bug.


Around 2042, the ceremonies are multi participant, highly eleborate and the brain mass is capabale of subsuming whole busses of fuckers at a time. Thanks to the great trench project it's largely confined to Asia due to legal issues. Child sex offences now happen on a city wide scale commited entirely by one entity having absorbed the most foul and deliquent minds of the last decades. The background hum within 15 miles is unsettling. A thousand different voice all muttering just slightly out of sync. "Peterson must be smart because no one else went to Russia to cripple themselves. You can't eat that much meat and be dumb. He has bionic shins now so whats the problem".


The eventual sociatal collapse is seen as a blessing by the remaining humans. The experiment conclusively failed.

If it's for anything Uncle BadTouch related, then shame. SHAME.

Yesterday at work:

New hire starts. This is normal. He's a bit off. This is also normal. This place is home to ruffians, derelicts, the damaged and derranged. Those who do not belong realise quite quickly. It takes others some time.

New Guy's opening gambit: I love politics, but no one ever wants to talk about it.
Me: Well. That's unusual. I too, love politics and have no one to talk about it with. So, starter for ten, where are you on the scale then? Because I'm somewhere left of Chairman Mao.
He:Oh, err, I'm more the other way. Lefties don't get things done.
Me:There are holes where mountains used to be thanks to Mao. There's also a fantastic lefty invention and concept that got loads done. Ever heard of Equality in execution? Guillotine?
He:What?
Me: How do you feel about the idea of a maximum wage instead of a minimum one?
He:Bad?
Me:Consider the job you are here to do and consider what you are being paid. There is no progression here. There is no chance of advancement, training, success or anything positive. Would it not be nice to be paid a litte better?
He: Yes, but that won't happen.
Me:NOT WITH THAT ATTITUDE COMRADE. RAISE THE RED FLAG.
He:What?
The angry Kurd: YOU WON'T GET ME I'M PART OF THE UNION
Me: PART OF THE UNION
He: Till the day I , wait what?
Me: He's joking, no one here is. It's more sort of a warring gangs culture.

I've been gone that long, I'm basically new again.

Who's left? And if someone could list the current grudges and factions it would speed things up tremendously.

Post for later reference.

Steal more Zork. Grand inquisitor had one of the most sincere villians ever written.
"Never forget, who is the boss of you? ME. I AM THE BOSS OF YOU".

There's plenty of good traps/puzzles in the first 2/3 hours or so that could be nicely repurposed. I'm not sure how easy it is to make your own scratchcard but that one especially would be a fucker.

Not dead.

Still commiting unspeakable deeds.


There's apparently a new dead space thing thats based in a prision. A black iron prison. Royalties feel due.

If there is no siren or fireman pole involved you're really not squandering that budget hard enough.

His reading of 50 shades of grey is up there with all time classics. And the aristocrats bit just after 9/11, magnificent.

I've been just about keeping up. I'm very proud of you. It takes commitment to spread the HOLY WORD to new environments. The main benefit of being here is how many people I've been able to subject to it with utter impunity.