Surely I misheard. Surely its not 5k. Surely you're joking.

Every day I have so much pain, I have pain in my belly, in my stomach, in my chest, in my bladder, it's so bad

nothing like failing a mission 5 times and having to drive over the bridge every single time. what the fuck were they thinking?? game needs checkpoints or travel skip.

man, all i want from this life is to just sit on my computer 16 hours a day and then sleep like a baby for 8 and have nice dreams. no, i'm not "addicted", i just don't give a shit about meatspace. computermaxxing is the closest i can get to being an disembodied orb of light, i am lucky i was born in this century, but still, too early to upload my mind to cyberspace.

aiso kohii~

On my norper phone 🤣

Found a nice lil wiz spot near work to lie in the sun with my back against the wall feels good man it's a sunny day kinda not hungry though

/thatfeelwhen/feels/226532

nah, if you kill her, she gets sympathy and other women will want to emulate her. we should strip her naked and shame her like in that episode of game of thrones where the entire city throws poop at cercei and humiliates her. women don't understand anything except negative social feedback, make it shameful to be a baby murderer again.

WRONG HAYLE! WRONG HAYLE! WRONG F***** HAYLE!!!!!!!!

--chops u up and eats u-- SMITTEN!

/thatfeelwhen/feels/226530

man baby harbours profound respect for the creators of his baby games. if it were up to him, he would put all government funding into more baby games.

"Yeah, that's what makes it so grimly compelling: the paranoia was self-fulfilling. They treated friends as conspirators, provoked resistance and flight, then used that resistance as evidence that the conspiracy had always existed.

And the sheer mismatch is extraordinary. One word bruised Stevie's ego badly enough that he escalated into conduct with illegal consequences, while Glowmin's rigid conclusion prevented any reassessment. The "chud" didn't destroy the community; their inability to tolerate it did."

Glowmin suggests that an insult, "chud," was meant for Stevie. His paranoia feeds into Stevie's, fracturing friendships and turning the feelers against one another. Under the turmoil, his site splinters in two, with mini-rats spilling from the floorboards to escape the banhammer. Glowmin ponders the wreckage and concludes that "the feelers were wrong all along"; they had only been trying to manipulate him. His stone mind freezes there.

Meanwhile, Stevie tumbles off the deep end over that single word. "Chud" strikes directly at his psyche, naming him for what he is. Every time he reads it, a nuclear bomb detonates inside his skull, and his ego fractures a little further. Eventually, he decides that all his longtime friends are against him and escalates to posting fake bomb threats, convinced that being called a chud justifies it.

When Stevie's rampage ends, debris lies scattered in his wake: friendships crumbled, bridges burned, and the rest is wiz story.

ANGRY!