a white guy touched u while u were drunk? Try getting gangraped in India. begging for your life while a guy named Dipshit Poontang pinches your nipples
I am receiving many dms with questions about the qazedc system. First off, not only is it easier to type out, once mastered it feels as if you are erect with a full belly.
Dev logs will begin soon and you will all see #gamedev#gamer#bungo#indiegame#Mingtong
Oh ya @FungtongJ77388 ? You think the qazedc archetype is inferior to pre established systems. You can eat shit you mentally stunted fuck. You would be the offspring that provides nothing towards evolution. Progress requires innovation you sack of shit #gamedev#indiegame#gamer
Qaz post. Wasd is for fucking primitive creatures. Qazedc will change the landscape of reality itself. Your immersion to never be matched #gamedev#bungo
POV: You’re the slaughterhouse employee who swings the kill hammer when a wigger pig with a fresh fade comes down the conveyer belt and looks at you like this. Can you do it?
I AFFIRM MY VITALITY DAILY
I AFFIRM MY VITALITY DAILY
I AFFIRM THAT MY VITALITY IS INFINITE
I AFFIRM MY VITALITY POWER
I AFFIRM MY VITALITY IS ENDLESS
I AFFIRM MY VITALITY IS AWESOME
I AFFIRM MY VITALITY COMES FROM GOD
I AFFIRM MY VITALITY IN MY SPIRIT
Daniel is out here rizzing up a girl who’s name he doesn’t know despite living with her for five days after listening to her rape story. Incredible.
#fishtanklive#fishtankdotlive
It cannot be understated that normies are not people, they are cattle. Their opinions do not matter, they aren’t real. Everything they believe is just parroting the slop that gets force fed to them from institutional astroturfing.
Nobody actually likes Sabrina Carpenter.
Nobody actually likes Taylor Swift.
Nobody actually likes Spotify sponsored playlists and Top 40 radio tier slop.
All of these basic bitch mocha frappuccino lifestyle surface level preferences are the result of taking the disposable livestock 80% of the population horde and placing them in front of a little box that tells them what to think every single week.
There is a required number of instances in which an individual gets exposed to a meme, idea, or aesthetic before they adopt it as their own. The less intelligent or sentient the individual, the smaller their number becomes. The most basic level of “person” is at roughly 3-5 incidents of exposure before they decide they “like” something.
There’s another number which defines their willingness to express their “opinion” to others. This number is how many other peers have expressed their approval of any particular thing. The lower the level of autonomy an individual has, the higher that number must be before they can comfortably risk judgement.
Sometimes something is so basic, forced, and saturated that its comparative mediocrity creates a beacon by which to anchor statistical certainty when determining whether that things purveyors are actually human beings or not.
Sabrina Carpenter is like a North Star which can be used to navigate whether or not a woman is sentient. If she likes Sabrina Carpenter beyond any bare mild enjoyment of formulaic pop slop, but rather to the point of being a Sabrinastan or expressing vocally how much she “ate” and or how Sabrina has her “gagged” then you can safely write her off as a nonperson.
Sabrina Carpenter fans are not people. They are not even NPCs, they’re white noise. They are 2D holograms looping 5 second animations of standing up and cheering before sitting down again. They are vague 16 pixel blobs to be dispersed into a crowd of thousands, millions.
The existence of nonpeople serves to being an accoutrement to your life as background noise. When you interact with them, the sounds that come out of their mouth are generated by scripts. Their vocabulary consists of 200 words, farts, burps, and heavy breathing. Their emotions are a vague thin spectrum of discomforts and satisfactions. They see less colors than you can. Their understanding of the world extends to 2 mile radii before they have panic attacks.
When you’re friends with a nonperson, they have to do calculus in their heads on whether to respond to your messages. When you sleep with a nonperson, it’s somehow more debasing than just masturbating. When you reproduce with a nonperson, you play roulette with God on whether your children have consciousness. When a nonperson dies, absolutely nothing changes in the world.
Watching someone argue about Sabrina Carpenter’s capacity for playing a Disney Princess is like sticking my head in a toilet bowl to listen to the water cooler gossip between the bacteria in a fresh shit I just took.
@JontentG@jetneptune_ You've lost sight of the path top G. Soon you will be bottom G under a large N somewhere in the slums of a dirty city. You must divert