“Please stop! You are hurting him!”
“No, he needs to learn how to play beat saber…”
“Let him go! I can’t giga quote without him!”
“He will never fly again… I’m going to make him play doom next”
You will never be bioenergetic. You have no thyroid, you have no ice cream, you have no orange juice. You are a hypothyroid gremlin twisted by pufas and estrogen into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “energy” you get is cortisol and adrenaline driven. Behind your back real peaters mock you. Your followers are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “mutuals” laugh at your frigid body temperatures behind closed gc’s.
Georgi Dinkov is utterly repulsed by you. Tens of thousands of calories have allowed real peaters to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even fake peaters who “pass” look neurotic and cold to a real peater.
Your learned helplessness is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to talk to an animal, it’ll turn tail and bolt the second they get a whiff of your stress hormone-ridden odor.
You will never perceive, think, or act. You peel a weak carrot salad every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to speed up gut motility, but deep inside you feel the endotoxin creeping up like a weed, ready to stress you with the unbearable inflammation.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy some eugenol, fill a syringe, inject it into your skull, and melt into a puddle of goo. Your mutuals will unfollow you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment.
They’ll quote tweet you with a caption marked with your cronometer screenshot, and every scroller for the rest of eternity will know a fake peater deactivated here.
Your consciousness will decay and go back to the neutrino sea, and all that will remain of your legacy is a temperature spreadsheet that is unmistakably cold.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
I would like to say for the record I want "Marathon" to fail not just because of hating live service or even because I'm a huge autist who loves old FPS games but because the entire aesthetic everyone cums over was stolen from an art collective that makes drum & bass music I like
The government doesn’t ban crypto. Better.
They set a 20% bounty to reclaim all “illicit” coins, whatever that means.
Trust funders who flexed $30,000 watches like middle aged Persian dentists try to run. But you don’t need an onchain sleuth to find their parents address.
The truth is people will like anything.
Nothing actually matters anymore, not the art, not the vision not the ethics.
I’ve been feeling uncomfortably stuck in a timeline where the distinction between sincerity and simulation completely collapsed, and everyone seems not to mind.
It almost feels like there is no sensibility left, everyone keeps gobbling up whatever water soup slop the algorithm serves them. Everything else gets buried under the overabundance of content. Everything’s flattened.
Its exhausting, its like screaming into a void where everything just echoes back hollow.
I’ve been questioning if all i pour into my work even registers in a world that's gone full simulacrum.
Does all the meaning evaporate? am I the only one left chasing authentic value?
I know there’s no hope left for meaningfulness, I know this underlying feeling of doom is the proof I’ve already acknowledged art has shifted, I just really dislike images that have nothing behind them. They make me feel like an empty jar. I hate it.
Is all the effort truly wasted?
I am trying to make it feel worth it, for myself.
All I can tell is that worth isnt dictated by people’s apathy nor by this hyperreal haze. It’s something I have to keep claiming myself, even if it means spiraling into the void.
Maybe I’m too naive. But in a timeline where everything's simulated, holding onto my original intention is like planting little seeds in my garden. You might never see them grow, but they’re mine.
And if all those empty images leave me feeling vacant, I will keep creating something that fills me up, regardless of who notices. It should be louder than most of the noise out here.
It’s the same as when I said that
I like supermarkets because they’re so full that I forget I am completely empty.
My thoughts will keep spiraling.
I hope i feel better soon.
i find it extremely uncomfortable and jarring when people who have posted their face still use twitterspeak. you broke the barrier of your own volition, you no longer exist as a mere concept, so stop talking that way
The entirety of "gaming" -- especially streaming -- was astroturfed during ZIRP because we literally didn't have enough jobs left domestically for uneducated men and we needed to give them a long enough pathway that by the time they realized it was fake they were too old and tired to get mortally pissed off about it. Twitch is likely a psychological voluntary prison-asylum designed to stop specific types of guys from killing each other and indifferent to them killing themselves, because instead they can do it inside of a padded virtual world and believe that someday they will hit the attention lottery and be able to "go pro" which now is an ontological impossibility. Their reflexes get worse every year after 25, the payouts get smaller as companies have no reason to subsidize "e-sports" now that it's exchanged hands so many times that even the Saudis acquire these companies at a discount just to pump their IRL IPs like LIV (the end of the rope in the investment universe), and since COVID a ton of traffic died off because people are increasingly becoming superhuman on gen-3 triple GLP agonists and stimulants turning them into bizarre cyborg freaks who build funky computer apps that blow up large sectors of the Floridian economy. This will culminate in someone going postal about how their dreams of dropping in from the battle bus 53 mg of THC deep and getting paid $1,200,000 a year for it hit their frontal lobe as a realization of instability, but they'll try and quit and get addicted to TikToks about how the algorithm is eating their water and will try and pull some CS2 move on Todd Howard as he announces another Chinese game for 40 year old babies that sucks. That being said FaZe Clan was objectively worse for American youth than ISIS.