On The Whole I Would Like To See More Ppl Embracing The Positive Power Of Patricide

currently feeling shame about the inherent selfishness of navel gazing egocentric internality. could learn from the consideration and empathy seen in others. crashed out and is banned from speaking in first person for a while.

what if we romantically swapped ssh keys (>\\\<)

Wanna play mahjong or a fighting game? (im bad at mahjong i only learned a week ago)

yea we can play whatever! (tho if u wanna play mahjong we'll need 1-2 other people unless ur ok with it being a weird bot lobby)

any second now everyone is going to notice the massive unsalvageable flaw that even I cannot begin to pinpoint

brb putting myself in time out

it is 2027, and you are having a conversation on discord. suddenly, everything gets far too quiet. the ground around you almost seems to shake somehow, and the lights in your room dim. "oh god," someone says, "a nitro user is typing". at that point, it begins. lights start to dance around your screen, flashing and strobing every which way, becoming increasingly brighter and more colorful over the course of the next few seconds. blaring, triumphant fanfare plays, more blaring and more triumphant than you thought your headphones able to handle. you try to peel them away, but some mysterious force keeps them attached to your head. suddenly, lasers appear -- not on your screen, but somehow coming out of your monitor itself ! they dance around wildly as the fanfare begins to morph into edm. you think you hear a crowd cheer outside of your window. fog begins to pool around you, as if coming from an invisible smoke machine. you begin to panic, you wonder what the fuck is going on, but you cannot keep your eyes away from the screen. a deep voice begins to sound from all around you. "ARE YOU READY," it says, "FOR A MESSAGE..." and with another pause for effect, it finishes, "FROM WEEDBRONY42 !!" and the crowd goes fucking insane. the beat drops and a surge of pleasure emanates through your body -- you feel violated somehow. and as the fog and lights gradually clear, the music reaches a climax, and the curtains are dramatically drawn, your eyes are finally allowed to focus on a message telling you to kill yourself for your opinions on undertale.