I wanted to share the complex story of my friend Hope. Thats not her actual name but its close enough. When I got 3rd degree burns, she messaged me everyday. She checked up on me and made sure I was doing okay. She was a really good friend to me and I'll never forget it.
@CyberTechWolff I miss the times before the internet was popular. Its like a whole other world now. Not for the better...censorship everywhere and people whoring themselves out to the corpos. Its horrible.
@tsumugi_meow@Yoshinator I remember getting into an online argument while playing the orginal Modern Warfare 2 with some English kids. They were saying England won and thats what they learned in school! 🤣🤣🤣
They told me they let us win 🙄
I don't know if they were being truthful.
USA. I am a kunoichi. A shadow warrior. I have infiltrated castles, palaces, and one very secure convenience store in Osaka.
I was not prepared for Texas.
I saw it from across the parking lot. Black. Enormous. Chrome teeth on the front, like a warlord’s family crest. Wheels taller than my entire body.
In Japan, a castle has walls, a moat, and a lord inside.
This had all three.
I circled it in silence, counting the gates. Four. A proper garrison. I pressed my ear to the side panel and listened for guards. I studied the chrome grille for a clan symbol. It read: RAM.
The Ram clan. Ancient. Powerful. Probably.
A kunoichi does not break into a castle uninvited. That is rude. A kunoichi requests an audience.
I stood before the front grille — the main gate — and bowed deeply. I announced my presence. I stated that I came in peace, bearing no weapons except the three I always carry, and that I wished to speak with the lord of this fortress regarding a potential alliance.
The castle said nothing.
I waited. This is also kunoichi tradition.
After eleven minutes, a man appeared from the gas station. Large. Holding a hot dog. He looked at me. I looked at him.
“Are you the lord of the Ram clan?” I asked.
He said something in English. Possibly yes. Possibly no. Almost certainly about the hot dog.
I bowed again. I presented my case. He took out his phone.
A security guard arrived and asked me to stop bowing at the truck.
I explained that I was not bowing at a truck. I was conducting diplomacy.
He did not recognize the difference.
I was relocated to the sidewalk at 4:02pm. The Ram clan remains uncontacted. The alliance: unsigned. The hot dog: unknown status.
America — how do you request an audience with a RAM 1500? Is there a form? Please advise.