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I Larp Mathematics

    Every single day I sit at my desk, I don't do math. I make TikTok edits on mathematics, where I show off my math knowledge by editing an extremely niche math equation and posting Ramanujan glaze videos. I was recently messaged on TikTok by a fellow larper, and it opened up my eyes. I would wake up at 11:47 a.m and look at the 17 mathematics books arranged on my chair. The books weren’t for reading. They were decorations. I owned Principles of Mathematical Analysis, which meant I understood analysis. I owned an abstract algebra textbook, which meant I understood calculus or something. I once placed a bookmark approximately forty pages into my topology book, and I took a photo of it and put it as my profile picture. Sometimes I would move the bookmark forward without reading anything, just to simulate intellectual progress. But that was nothing; after reading the fellow larpers message I realised the truth about larping isn't bookmarks or edits. His profile picture was a photograph of Gödel, Escher, Bach or something with glowing red eyes. His username was “quantum devil” and had several numbers that I assumed represented either his birth year or the digits of a mathematical constant.
    
    "Bro do you actually do math?"
    
    Crap... I stuttered over my text...
    
    "W- What do you mean d- do?"
    
    I was sweating.
    
    "Like, do you do math equations and study it? Also, why are you stuttering over text?"
    
    I thought I was cooked, and then I realised. I'm a larper!
    
    "Define "do""
    
    I said.
    
    I cooked him.
    
    "I larp too bro."
    
    What? Did he see through my rouse? No way... I have to end this now.
    
    "Larp what? Mathematics?"
    
    If I say mathematics, I'll sound smarter.
    
    "..."
    
    He didn't reply.
    
    I'm sitting here and contemplating this right now. Should I admit I'm a larper? I kind of want a friend. 

    I have a vn addiction and a navy seal workout routine

      I have a vn addiction and a navy seal workout routine 
      
      this is gonna sound absolutely insane but waifus basically took control of my mind. it all started like 3 years ago when i discovered my first visual novel (Totono). even though i consumed a lot of fiction before this in particular activated something in my brain. I remember the exact moment when i chose the wrong route and i watched her kiss another man on tv I was like fuck wow this prolly happened to somebody irl and i spent like a hour in the middle of the night thinking about it anyway the thing about my mind is its very good at daydreaming. i can visualise scenes in my head and experience them. its not even a double edged sword its a sword with an edge pointing directly at me. i consumed dozens of visual novels. i have 0 living expenses and infinite time 0 responsibilities. i am 19. i must go to uni soon. my mom said she will kick me out if i dont do anything. i guess it has to all end but i LITERALLY CANT STUDY ANYMORE. i just like waifus. thats what i do all the time. you would think i am some loser but no i chose this out of laziness. i tried to resist it but it just felt too good. actually i use my special method to enjoy the visual novels even more. its the bed method where you use the bed to do the thing. even though i have a pc i always used mobile phone because i was able to literally play for like 10 hours do the thing with my bed never stop and always enjoy. sometimes i would end up sweaty feeling like i worked out like some navy seal. i also work on my physique all the time. sometimes walk in circles in my room for 2 or more hours imagining myself as a visual novel character or anime character or webnovel character and i can workout for that long. that gave me very good ABS. thats the only thing i am proud of beyond my waifus. 

      I have level 10 in foraging just as the devs intended.

        By u/TheVisage, its a reference to the ‘Own a musket for home defense’ copypasta but changed to foraging in Project Zomboid.

        I have a level 10 in foraging just as the devs intended. Four players in the car to Louisville. "Does anyone have food?" I press the C button and walk into a soccer field. Grab a pumpkin from the penalty box and he's full on the spot. Walk into the second field and give that one asshole a wild mushroom because I was a points cheapskate and didn't pay the berry tax. I have to resort to the tree line by the side of the field. "Does anyone want an avocado?" Natures bounty encumbers the last 2 men in the squad, the raw caloric potential immediately giving them overweight and slow metabolism. They get pulled down at the military checkpoint because discarding 30 points of fresh produce I found in some ditch is impossible to swallow, just as the developers intended. 

        I have this anti-sodomy device that I “wear” at all times, especially in the city. It’s a telescoping steel cylinder with a silicone “faux-sphincter”

          This is scary, for sure, for sure, especially if you didn't grow up like this. But when you grow up where I grew up, you learn to defend yourself.
          
          It's scary to admit, but yes, I've had to ward off robber, muggers, and many would be sexual assaulters and it's in the shaky aftermath of times like those where I appreciate all the time and effort I've put into my self-defense preparations.
          
          You see, I have this anti-sodomy device that I "wear" at all times, especially in the city. It's a telescoping steel cylinder with a silicone "faux-sphincter", and an inviting one at that. The idea is simple. When I'm accosted by a particularly ravenous sort, I preemptively pull down my trousers (or simply unzip the butt flap as is the case on Saturday nights) and present myself to them.
          
          This is to "cut to the chase", so to speak, and avoid any punches or cross chops to my face. In the dim light of the city night, that "faux-sphincter" looks just like a real one, and an inviting one at that. Here's where my training pays off. There's a brief moment of discomfort as the sexual assaulter, or I guess you can call them a rapist, ram jams their beefy beef into my anti-sodomy device. They think they've pulled one over on me, but that's where they're wrong.
          
          You see the telescoping steel cylinder is driven back, forcefully, acting as a firing pin, until it collides with an explosive charge very much like a shotgun shell. That silicone "faux-sphincter" becomes the projectile, and with the amount of zesto peppo I pack in my shotgun ass, that rapist's dick is blown clean off, often resulting in enough blood loss to kill them as a dick wound like that is almost always impossible, for even the most skilled surgeons, to close up properly (I've seen them try).
          
          The only penetration I truly suffer is that of a hot, smoking gun barrel, and I rather like that feeling if that's not too deviant to admit. 

          All my bank accounts has been frozen after donating to Hezbollah

            A Redditor in UK was seeking legal advice after having his bank account frozen for donating to a terrorist group. He was arguing with everyone about whether or not the law is fair and that whether Hezbollah should be considered as a terrorist org by the UK government.

            > All my bank accounts has been frozen and none of my banks are telling me why
            
            > As far as I'm aware, the organisation I used to work with was not a proscribed organisation until 2019. What'a funny is that it was a political decision, not a decision of national security. I provided financial aid to deal with the crisis in Beirut and now they have frozen my accounts? Is this illegal and if so how can I pay for my solicitor if I can't access my bank account?
            
            > You used to work with Hezbollah, and then you sent them or a closely affiliated organisation funds from your UK bank account? You could quite possibly have violated the Terrorism Act 2000; in this case, the police will be in contact soon.
            
            > There is a DISTINCTION between the military wing and the political wing of the organisation.
            
            > It's worth noting that Hezbollah themselves deny distinction between its military and political wings.
            
            > See: https://www.gov.uk/government/publications/proscribed-terror-groups-or-organisations--2 on page 14.
            
            > This quote from Hezbollah's second in command Naim Qassem:
            
            > “All political, social and jihad work is tied to the decisions of this leadership,” he said. “The same leadership that directs the parliamentary and government work also leads jihad actions in the struggle against Israel.”
            
            > Source: https://www.latimes.com/archives/la-xpm-2009-apr-13-fg-lebanon-hezbollah13-story.html
            
            > So it seems even Hezbollah don't agree they aren't terrorists.
            
            > Imperialist paper
            
            > Are you denying that that was a real quote...? 

            I am no longer welcome at my local IKEA because I kept asking about the fake windows

              I am no longer welcome at my local IKEA because I kept asking about the fake windows
              
              I have always liked IKEA. Not even because of the furniture, I just think it is relaxing to walk through the different rooms and imagine the kind of people who would live there. Sometimes I go without buying anything. I just like looking around.
              
              After maybe my sixth or seventh visit I noticed that almost every display room had a window with daylight behind it, even though obviously most of the showroom is in the middle of the building. At first I assumed they were just light panels, but then I realized they didn’t all have the same weather. One living room looked like a bright summer afternoon while another looked overcast. Some bedrooms even had what looked like early morning light.
              I asked one of the employees how they decided what weather each apartment gets. He laughed a little and said they are just printed backdrops with lights behind them. I accepted that explanation because it sounded reasonable, but it did not explain why the weather seemed to change between visits.
              
              Over the next few months I started taking pictures of the windows every time I went. I organized them into folders based on department and color of the lighting. I also made notes about whether the room was supposed to appeal to young professionals, families or students because I wondered if there was some connection.
              
              Eventually I noticed what I thought was a pattern. Home office displays almost always had dull weather, while bedrooms and children’s rooms had noticeably nicer conditions. I honestly found that a little manipulative because people make different decisions depending on the weather they think they are experiencing.
              
              I politely showed one of the employees a spreadsheet I had printed out. He looked at it for maybe five seconds before asking why I had visited the store fourteen times in two months. I explained that good research takes consistency. He told me that wasn’t really what he meant.
              
              A week later I emailed customer support asking whether the artificial weather was decided locally or if each store received instructions from Sweden. They forwarded my email to the store manager, who invited me into his office. He explained that there was no weather system and asked me to stop photographing the displays because customers had started asking questions after seeing me measure the brightness near the windows with my phone.
              Unfortunately I had already mentioned my findings in a neighborhood Facebook group because I thought other people might have noticed the same thing. One woman replied that she always felt happier in the bedroom section but assumed it was because of the mattresses. Another man commented that I should seek professional help. The discussion got surprisingly heated.
              
              Now whenever I go into that IKEA someone eventually recognizes me. Officially I can still go, but last month I heard an employee quietly tell another one, “that’s the weather guy.” I was literally just there to buy a bookshelf, so it’s not very pleasant.
              
              I still think the lighting changes more often than they admit. I don’t really see why they would lie about something so small, but I also don’t see why the home office always seems to have bad weather.