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...so I deleted mine to change the reply number.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7edeOEuXdMU
That is too risky to expose for obvious reasons; especially to someone with less "skin in the game" than myself.
Because I wanted to have fun.
Are you sure it was not the other away around and then you had justification to get even?
Pineapple on pizza.
Ketchup on spaghetti.
Ice and cold tea in UK.
Killed a koala bear in Australia.
Cheering for the bull in Spain.
Did I miss something?
Most evil person on planet Earth.
They were conceited, uptight, self-absorbed, looked down on humanity, and believed themselves to be truly better than everyone else by merit; not by chance. The ones who appeared to feel and think differently did not speak up; they did not even complain. They lived nothing-lives, full of false meaning like wealth and conceit. They did so not only at others' expense, but at mine. All of it at my expense.
Something was wrong with me and I couldn't see that I wasn't really that different, until someone blew my brains out with an am rifle. Then I saw what had been done to me, and how, and I was so, so, so angry. Partially at myself, and partially the whole world. Partially something that couldn't even hate me back; it lacked the capacity. It took me a long time to see that I wasn't really that different from them.
I also lost control of my gang, leading to one of them dying unavoidably. Even if I killed the gang in advance, the attack was engineered in such a way that on that day I was trapped and could do nothing to stop it. Because I didn't respect the person I'd placed trust in, because he didn't really seem to respect me. As a criminal. And I probably should've just killed him then, rather than waiting so long. And I judged the part of me that wouldn't just...do that. On its own. Without anyone having to force me to.
I guess this makes me think of Manjaro as well, since he was a similar loss of control on my part. One I think was born of reality, rather than what either of us chose.
undid all of that stuff sort-of though, and things are different now. sort-of. afaik the japan arc is currently canon, since the only entity with the ability to actually look and check is convinced that it was. as flawed as that entity may or may not be.