My name is Larry, and I can't lie;
I'm trapped in this game and I don't know why.
Sword Art Online is its name,
And I'll die in real-life if I die in the game!
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My name is Larry, and I can't lie;
I'm trapped in this game and I don't know why.
Sword Art Online is its name,
And I'll die in real-life if I die in the game!
My self-flagellation will not redeem me for my sins
Replaying the images won't relieve me of my guilt
Holding myself to impossible standards won't outshine the darkness I inherited
Wearing myself down until I'm nothing will not bring me the peace I seek
I've committed my share of sin and I don't know if I'll ever feel validated in face of myself, but that doesn't mean I don't deserve something good.
I wish I was a pretty woman who can wear sexy nightgowns.
I'm not like the other girls, I'm Abraham Lincoln
God bless In-and-Out
A double cheeseburger meal for 10 bucks in this economy is amazing
Behold; a wage-pilled corpocuck!
I'm going to revel in the bloodshed of the damned
If they wanted to, they would
The yard is your oyster
Shit in the oyster
SAD has once again gotten my ass. I felt it creeping up in October, I thought I would be fine. Gentlemen, I am not fine.
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Nothing I do feels like enough, I am not enough, and I can, in fact, feel my scars ripping open. Frankly I don't know if I have the strength to go through this again.
I have come to the counsel to request a single (1) hug with the strength to hold my pieces together until Spring where I will then be totally fine and wonder what my deal was for the previous 3-5 months.
I have this burning want to die in a brutal and beautiful fight
I want to stand a top a hill overlooking my impending death, to shed tears for my lost love as I fling myself into the fray
I want to feel the sun warm my face, knowing it will be the last time
I want to suffer, to feel my desire be fulfilled
I want to take my final breaths knowing I did everything I could
I want my life and death to mean something
I want to be remembered
I saw corps strip farmers of water ... and eventually of land. Saw them transform my country into a machine fueled by people's crushed spirits, broken dreams and emptied pockets. Corps've long controlled our lives, taken lots... and now they're after our souls! We've declared war not because capitalism's a thorn in our side or outta nostalgia for an America gone by. This war's a people's war against a system that's spiralled outta our control. It's a war against the fuckin' forces of entropy, understand? Do whatever it takes to stop 'em, defeat 'em, gut 'em. Fuckin' hell ... You still don't see it. But you will one day.
I have 40hrs on my Cyberpunk character who is now level 40 and my progress meters are at 30/10/10 . It's my first playthrough and so I picked the hard difficulty because I am a 1337 G4M3R.
I chose the Streetkid background, and met Jackie when I tried to steal a car in my first mission back to the city. He held me at gun-point and we got swarmed by the PD, and it was up from there. I knew Jackie's death was coming and I still cried. I only use his bike. I have not bought any cars, I own 3 vehicles in my "garage", and I'm afraid Jackie's bike is perfect. I ran through the intro-quests until the title-screen and have just been doing side-quests and gigs. I have about half the Tarot cards and I think I have bought all the apartments. The apartment in Glen is my favorite by far with the Japantown a close second.
After browsing the skill trees and using my previous experience in Watch_Dogs (a hyper-tech city with hacking and stealth as some main mechanics), I decided to run a Shinobi/Netrunner build with Pistols and Long-range Rifles. I sneak in (Optical Camo optional), hack the cameras to secure a path, choke some dudes out to secure that path, and then Strategically Take Equipment to Another Location without tripping the alarm, and should I trip the alarm I can whip out the *Anti-Material Rifle with explosive bullets* and "reduce these gonks to fucking atoms".
I found an Apogee sandevistan and used it to brutally assault a guy in a sanctioned street fight. Although a fun tool, I prefer a Cyberdeck; the utility of hacking in Night City is invaluable to my playstyle.
I have recently gained the ability to hack and force my victims to shoot themselves, as well as the ability to induce cyberpsychosis to force aggression and then they'll shoot themselves assuming they're left standing. These abilities bring me great joy.
Cyberpunk 2077 feels like Skyrim but with guns and cybernetics, and it has the bugs which I consider mostly a plus. I'm basically a stealth-archer with magic if Skyrim's magic system felt nicer to use.
This game has consumed me, and that's because it is a perfect piece of fiction. I don't care if I have barely gotten into the story. It's perfect. I was already planning on cyberwear tattoos, but playing has really settled it.
You ever get the idea to write, you open your notes app or grab your pen and paper, look at the space, and forget the words you intended to fill it with?
If I started hearing the dial-up tone then it would be pretty fitting
Do kids nowadays know about dial-up? I called a 4-6yr old girl "dudette" and she looked at me with such confusion and like I insulted her. It didn't occur to me that my 70-90s vernacular (which was implanted in me by all the 90s/2000s TV I consumed as a child in the 2000s and continue to consume) has been aged out. Do people still call eachother "dude" or is that as well an artifact of an older present that is no longer?
I've been playing a lot of Cyberpunk 2077 lately. It's by far the most immersive game I've played in a long time, and one of the big themes is "Legacy". It's not hidden, the game practically beats you over the head with Jackie and V talking about how they want to be remembered, and it's gotten me thinking of my own legacy.
Solid Snake once said "Life isn't just about passing on your genes. We can leave behind much more than just DNA. Through speech, music, literature, and movies... what we've seen, heard, felt... anger, joy, and sorrow... these are the things I will pass on." I haven't done anything to be remembered. I'm almost a quarter of the way through my life, and I have nothing to pass myself on with. I don't want kids, so that feels out of the question. But I haven't written books or songs with quotes to sit in your brain, directed movies made with such passion that they will live on decades after me, I haven't touched the lives of the masses so that each remembers a different version of myself that will each carry their own meaning and feelings to those peoples.
It's had me in a bit of a funk for a few days, just ruminating on what I'll be when I die.
(And Trigger Warning here, I'm sorry but that's the flow. Just stick with me)
Yesterday on my home from work, I thought about how I'd kill myself. (This isn't a cry for help, I've had thoughts for years at this point, I'm not going to, but the thought remains yk?) I thought of making a "goodbye video" like you'd find on the old internet or as a log or note you'd find in a game.
Start it like "If you're seeing this, I'm probably dead" or something cheesy like that, and then ramble on about how "this isn't anyone's fault" and "this was a long time coming". Then, my legacy would be that shitty suicide video. Maybe some edgy 14yr old running a meme account will find it and make an edit of it, maybe I'd spit some fire and it could be a minorly successful TikTok audio.
Would that be selfish? Like, killing myself would be kinda selfish, but is it more so to broadcast my suicide? Even if not showing it, I'm still declaring to the world that "I have died". Would people call it attention seeking? How long would it be before a vocal minority finds the video, call it fake and AI generated, and then run around replying to comments saying "Ugh, he didn't AKTUALLY kill himself. It's clearly AI generated, look at his [Face/Hands/Background] it's sooooo obvious".
I can feel the passage of time flowing through me. It took a few years, but I'm feeling it. Maybe it's just a feeling you get in your mid-twenties.
More to come in time, you can kill the man but you can't kill his ideas. Snake might have said that, too.
Sun beats down on me
I can't tell the difference
Is this sweat or tears
Theologically, I don't describe myself as a Christian. I find other beliefs better suit me and my lifestyle.
HOWEVER
In the case of a Zombie Apocalypse, Alien Invasion, Robot Uprising, etc, then I'm going full Catholic; I'm reenacting the Crusades. I shall rend the bodies of my enemies in the name of God, and pray over the bodies of my fallen comrades so that they may have glory and peace in Heaven. My body may break, but by the light of God my spirit shall not falter
I'm polyamorous in the sense that I want multiple partners to build my own pantheon of pretty ladies who I may worship like goddesses.
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Lay me upon thy alter and maketh me a tool of thine pleasure. Let me sing the holy hymns of your arrival, oh beauty who is holier than holy and more divine than the strongest of vices that man has tasted
Grant me your wisdom from your vast libraries, adorn me in your patterns, and guide my hand so that I may act and speak your will without blasphemy