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Dad used to play on albino blacksheep flash games for fun after he got divorced and all that new free time he got. He would show the games You Have To Cut The Rope and Scary maze game both to me. I got obsessed with both games and played them over and over and watched them on youtube along with pokemon gaming. He also showed me Links Awakening on the gb. He also showed me another flash game set in a japanese place with a lot of different rooms, like an action rpg, that looked like a top down snes game. I didn't like to hear people talking over gameplay videos so i deleted those people from my window of existence. (Yes, obviously you can mute the video Ryan, but that is compromising on the music and I don't care that you are low class enough to compromise on your peraonal entertainment.) Since I was midget I was bad at video games so I had to play easy puzzle games over and over again. That is why I played You have to burn the rope 4,958 times or rougly 180 hours. I didn,t play scary maze game much other than cheating to win because I was midget my arms would shake in anticipation of the demon that would come out of the screen to make me lose before I could win. So i would Always cheat at that game to win it. When I watched many videos of people playing the scary maze game I saw intense concentration on some of their faces, so I tried to copy the stance but I couldn't do it. It was too silly to me. Watching those videos on the old pre-2010 algorithm led into watching a lot of the demon videos that used to pop up. These three experiences in 2008 led me to believe that video games were more social than other people like to pretend, and that denying the inherent sociability of single player gaming was making gamers intensely miserable and angry. You are participating in an orgy hivemind whether you want to or not, and if you deny it you are going to get mindfucked anyway. It's not just a metaphor, it bleeds into things like psychological control, addiction, and personal relationships. That's not to saying individuals should make the choice to quit video games because there also isn't a personal active offerance on the line, as there would be in real terms. The hbgv ĥacoclütyĕr of the virtual hivemind can be suppressed easily by not feeding it and not reraising it. Don't feed the gremlins after midnight, as mom used to say. Theey work exactly like tamagotchis probably did. For 28 years I believed that I was going to play Pokemon all the days of my life and die playing pokemon. Even back then growing up in nagoya the endless repetition of frames and combinations of bug, monkey, grass, turtle, with, move, splash, water, volt, burn, was, enough to entertain me to death. But then the huns arrived and took us from the city and put us into the city of the huns. After something like 3,600 hours without pokemon first there was this black kid named Dixon who I was eighty five percent sure was going to beat the shit out of me for liking pokemon because of the predictive programming at work back then with good intentions they had to stoop everyone to the lowest level of the must racist piece of shit before cutting down the prejudices, but that didn't work because of latency in certain people whose experience of the world is literally like a radio station on bad reception I'm not kidding about yjis believe me over details of millions they were using pulse energy weapons in shadow combat zones in nagoya against shit like roach infestations and needy cancer patients that when the huns came and sacked it ghey just arbitrarily fired them at the sky for 18 hours a day for classified reasons so the only clear transmission period for susceptible persons was between 3:45am and 9:30am when the elaborate salute the general anthem began so I was afraid of him beating the shit out of me because I got trained by Japan's best to be a fucking racist shithead until I tore my body apart learning to read and it turns out it's all racist venom and invitations to spend money protecting yourself against the dark hordes. Reprehensible bullshit like that. That I began to associate it with embarassment and then boredom. A positive development. And folks trust me thathacoclutr disappeared like a legume seperated from its stem! In the 5th degree I started to hate it when people talked to me. The thought was "Eww get away from me why would you open your mouth" to spew garbage from the mouth of a racist. It took nearly 20 years after that to learn that even though most people are horribly racist some of them weren't and it took a long time to spot the difference between them too. The second to last thing I was saying was that I started to hear an ugly cackling venom girl that took the body of Nastina from the Pokémon anime and merged into the girl from the exorcist when I played Scary Maze game a lot. I think i started calling it 'rope demon' because of playing those two games him proximity to one another. Also there are two other haunters in my psychy. One is stilt demon which is monochrome and it takes all kinds of monochrome forms like jeff tha killah and old mickey mouse cartoons. It uses stilts or escalating stilts to go up and down. There is also a radio demon which is invisible but it can read minds and cause disobedience and it behaves like a field of energy. The expression of that one is in things like araboc music, or artifacts in digital images that you can feel like it's off, but always the worst of that one is coming in the future, because it's supposed to charge up slowly until it shows greater power over a lifetime. So u know I have two other haunters but rope demon was usually the severe most present one. They sound out propaganda like dancing skeletons and nedッ to play games all the time. They say things like huh you arent scared? We can deflate every muscle in your body, remove every object from your window of existence and send a hungry gorilla to your physical location. We can light your esophagus in fįr€ at the snap of a finger and render you mentally impaired right now. We can pull some strings and make a herniated disc in your back right now. I would tell them thats bullshjt but then they would send a nightmare of actually facing a stinky wet gorilla in combat and I have to know that living in fear how easy it is for a gorilla to escape private confinement onto the streets of M, A and just grab at you or pound thru your car window and bite off the face in seconds like a force of nature. How many of those racist shitbags are harboring exotic animals behind closed doors? Based on three aunts I imagine about 3/7 of all rich fuckers who can afford it desire nothing more than to own a menagerie of exotic animals and for 1 out of every 3 of those the thrill of escaped exotic animals is intoxingly exciting to them. You saw what they did to vegetarianism. Now it's so prohibitively to entertain both veg and veganism (first is "well technically vegetarianism and veganism mean the opposite of each other" - then "well why do you even care what they're doing with their diet, not like you arrrrrgh in charge of making menues just go somewhere else" - then "ugh we are all so tired of vegetarians, Ill eat a steak in front of them hold my beer dude" - then ham bam thank you mam we have to have vegetarian options on the menu for inclusivity but they're all vegan and nobody gives a fuck about anything you might possibly have to say about it you are nothing more than a laughing stock trope now you fucking wimp). No doubt inside many rich persons homes there are labyrinths of lost jungle they take mannapped homeless men to to play out their sick jungle adventure fantasies in. I did felt defensive toward my mom when she tried to get me to feel that watching scary maze game videos where nothing happened but a rope demon poopedupon the screen was somehow 'weird' or 'bad' like come on mom it's the freaking internet its cool. That every yome she laughed was when a poop appeared on screen. That and my wife layer on is taking obsessive precautions before exposing her erect clitoris to open air because she is afraid that it will break off if she isn't excrutiatingly careful about it. And somehow going to golf clubs and reenacting isolatum bastotot wasn' lt the firat thing on everyones mind. That now thats ventilated into good old fashioned shinto care like how ghey it is that they're not able to erase the legion of headless poppy playtime videos black eyed huns been making for all they know. We played loz three times to completion and thereafter I would have played to my favorite parts and reset the save over and over again to experience my favorite part. Tjosé were killing the genie boss of bottle grove, and also the sub quest helping Richard get him castle back and seeing the house full of frogs. on replaying the game years after that happened i realized the parts after that are too hard to reliably complete which is why i must have fabored the ones before them and if I had waited a bit longer after being hip hip hypnotized by cat videos i would of gotten obsessed with animal village and programming a game about animal crossing mocked after animal village. For every rope demon invasion they're also playing the chiptune from animal village. I time everything to it like my walking steps and breathing and joy lust cycles when I'm walking on the treadmill watching the morning news. The only books i never thought were racist were atlases and goggers but i didn't read those because I thought reading was so sick. I readt venom on boobs of hot fucking chicks why are you looking here my face is up here etc. Which when i saw those slogans I got red in the face from rage one time and started slapping my older cousins boobs from both sides for being smart mouthed and she couldn't understand why that would make someone mad, like she didn't even think about the consequences of wearing that shirt. Same as somebody wearing a shirt with goatse on it and in big letters FUCK U ASSHOLE below it. But people don't think. Just write something as mean ass possible and encode it in nonsense racist dog whistles and bag kicking and it's fine according to them because they are too blind to see it or too tired to think about it. Every time you do something like that you leave a ghoste in soembody's brain. You may not beleive me, but think about what happens to you whenever you get offended or embarassed. Uh yeah it's real funny to make someone else suffer that just for not being on the same moral page as you. Glad to contribute to your hopes and drrrrreams of making them all pay for your suffering Ryan. When I felt that way I stopped talking to people who could have been helpful or something just because uh I felt like i was principally intruding on their selfish worlds. Even fake people or those who made themselves available for salary I didn't want to interrupt tehir copeing or get exposed to liquid racially motivated hatred radiating off their face. The older rich women were the worst. The ones who best knew how to operate a mechanical robo clitoris. Who in their ever so polite quests for exotic penises to suck learned how to bind their evil racism to every word that came out of their mouth. Their animal hatred would make them reach out and snap my neck instantly if the right subliminal message flickered into their window of existence. The silhouette of a gorilla in the distance landscape charging toward them or some random insect fell from the ceiling scaring the bee jeebus out of them because of having the wrong tone of voice, or my eyes not moving across my own personal field of vision in a socially acceptable manner. It wasn't being afraid of that that made me love them more than all the others, but just how angry they got at you without letting it show. It made them so cool to talk to and see that show on them. haha. Boing rope demon back again on her bungee cord. I eventually got to contain her by saying just that name over and over again so it's too words and Then I smash it. Theen other phrases "table" "foot or feet" "frozen sunday" "sexomaniac" "festival of forgiveness" "it's the first snow of the year!" "poo in loo" "dog water [flute noises]" "hyah huh" "bug pokemon" and grunting will repeat in my head too. So I used to beat it out of me until I saw flashing warning lights. I took that to the doctpr and combined with my unwillingness to speak to racist doctors They couldn't offer any help. You pay $600 to be given medically sanctioned advice to practice mindfulness meditation and deep breathing exercises as that one person was saying. If mindfulness spirituality doesn't work for you or if it goes against your religion, tough shit. We live in a secular empire in the year 2023 and the licensed professilnals have decided it's ok to charge thousands of dollars to repackage buddhism to you while making you wait in month long cues just to talk faƙe to faƙe. I stopped beating myself only to restore my neck muscles and reduce tension for sleep and couldn't help but think it would have been much more effective for the doctor to amputate my fists. That or swallow a gallon of chipped ice.

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anonymous Other August 03, 2023 at 4:01 am 0 0