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I could probably play just modded minecraft alone until my death.
Even with over 7000 hours in ark, theres a ton I haven't done.
If there was a reason to live forever, mine would be, Watching all that gets created. Because it endlessly amuses me. I even had a bet with my elderly neighbor before he passed away on if one day everything would get invented or not.
I believed that one day everything possible would be created and he did not. And I'd like to see if I win or lose that bet. My ego demands it.
it's one thing to go 'okay, the game got realeased, people get to play it, I guess I got what I wanted.'
it's another to just accept the theft that happened. and if you don't really care enough for that, that's fine. it's your crap; you can let it be stolen if you want.
I'm still pissed about it, along with enix and everything else that happened there.
once upon a time there was god. god was bored, so one day, he made a sex doll for himself. he called it null. null got violated incessantly by god every day, but null couldn't do anything about it, because null was a sex doll, and the self destructive tendencies were getting the better of null. one day, god came back from work furious, even moreso than usual, and he needed some method to relieve stress. an even better one than usual. so he decided to tear his favorite sex doll apart. to null, who had wanted to die for a very long time, it was the best day ever. to god, who managed to relieve all his stress most successfully, it was also the best day ever. and everyone lived happily ever after. the end.
are we sleeping yet? shh, fall asleep now, and enter the dream world, which just so happens to be better than the real thing. everything is alright when we're in the dream world. he can't hurt us there. no one can hurt us in the dream world. and everything is finally alright, even if for just a moment.
https://youtu.be/-1F7vaNP9w0?si=8awp3ZJYfXsBbbQm
Its not weird at all. Just like when I was an artist I could draw my own art for every use one has for art.
I think rather highly of the ouroboros, aka the snake that eats its own tail.
okay, so I fantasized about the AI face guy falling into an elevator shaft with spikes at the bottom while a rogue elevator falls after him.
not really my problem to deal with though, gross injustice and my particular dislike of elite mentalities aside.
i mean ♥♥♥♥ what if they did it themselves and concocted this phantom menace to be protected from and for people to feel pity for, then accused me of doing the same thing?
I got sick of all my games by the time I was done with them. it was an obsessive novella project, and I knew all the secrets.
didn't make mp games because I knew they'd be cursed, so. nobody to play with.
I don't think there's any one way to live ones life, and I'm getting sick to ♥♥♥♥ of having to explain that, as well as respond to peoples sidelong ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ half-said i'm too scared to say what I mean ♥♥♥♥♥foot ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ baby ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ crap.
no they're just willing to redner service in exchange for goods.
do you see how I"m being turned into a good that people render service regarding, and how that might upset me?
god wills it.