Copypasta and circle jerk response to reddit culture or hivemind mentality. Primarily done to ridicule AITA sub or r/relationship_advice absurd nature.
Do you know of any visual novels where the main character slaps a girl?
Odd request, I know, but I'm starting to discover a feminine side to myself and realized that there have been many moments in my life where I wanted to slap a girl on impulse when she said something disrespectful to me, and then after the slap, I would proceed to quickly walk away from the scene before anyone could gather their thoughts. I felt this many times, but I never did it because of traditional norms of masculinity. The social coding runs deep.
Visual novels are about immersion, so I want to get a distant taste of how it feels. It doesn't have to be exactly like I explained. Just the slap is enough, thanks, and it has to happen in a casual context, I appreciate any recommendations.
I can't stop thinking that the woman who would have fallen in love with me was aborted in this timeline, and that's why I'm alone. In another alternate timeline, her mother didn't abort her, and she grew up to fall in love with me. I must be very happy there, but here I'm a failure. Without a doubt, my aborted girlfriend would have loved me, and I wouldn't be sad.
It came from a post on r/Metalcore where OP criticizes anyone does ‘crowd killing’ meaning someone who moshes against others on the side of the pit.
If you engage in crowd killing you are a coward and an embarrassment to the scene
Just walked out of an Alpha wolf gig as the crowd killing was so especially egregious. I m no stranger to moshpits. I have been going to metal, punk and hardcore gigs for 25 years and I ve seen all sorts of chaos in pits. It's fine. It's part of the scene, I get it - people get carried away with emotion and wanna cut loose and have fun. I m right there with you guys!
But when Malevolence came on as the support for Alpha Wolf the crowd killing wankers came out to party the very second the first song started. 8 or 9 dickheads swinging windmill fists and slamming everybody they can target. All pretty well built dudes too, safely swinging at anybody smaller than them. So naturally the entire crowd pulls back to make space. So now 8 dickheads have the entire floor to themselves while everybody else cowers on the periphery, too absorbed with evading punches and kicks to even watch the band they paid for. Dickheads are getting bored swinging at each other and now specifically target the perimeter with punches and body slams. A young girl gets slammed into hard and her boyfriend stands in front and pushes the crowdkiller away so what does the fuckwit do?! why he doubles down and slams them again because he is big and she is small and what can anybody do? The security watches on passively and uncaring. Suddenly a guy a foot taller than me flies into me on purpose despite me being nowhere near the mosh. Then again, purposely body slams me with elbows spilling my drink all over me. Despite me clearly wanting no part in it he bashes me a third time. So i give him a hard right hook to the rib cage, and he limps away to cry to his friends. Once recovered, he storms up to me and starts screaming in my face. "Haven't you ever been to a gig before???!! Why aren't you okay with getting punched?!! Etc" I try to explain to him that me quietly watching music isn't an excuse for him to repeatedly assault me. He doesn't like this and spends the rest of the next song abusing me like he is the victim, then sets off to find security. So after punching countless people in the crowd and spilling their drinks and spouting verbal abuse, he decides he is the victim and tries to get security to throw me out.
This is a crowd killer: pussy and coward. The second somebody stands up to them they cry like the bitches they are. Security was about as useless as tits on a bull and wanders right past me and off into the sunset. I walk out, demand a refund on the tour shirt I bought and drive home without even watching the main act that I drove 2 hours to see.
Fuck you - i dont support your shitty scene. Fuck Malevolence. Fuck alpha wolf. Fuck hardcore dance wankers. If this is the kind of scene you are promoting you can keep your music and I ll keep my money.
If I close my eyes and swing haymakers into my wife and call it dancing it's still assault - so why isn't it assault at a gig?! How is it okay that a dozen wankers can ruin a gig for a thousand other people there? These dickheads need to be treated like the pariahs and fuckwits they are and shown this shit is not acceptable. End rant.
EDIT: to those of you calling me a cunt for refunding a T shirt, think on this - why would I want to wear a tour shirt that represents the shittiest show I have ever been to? Furthermore, why would I support a band that let's this shit go on unchecked? They clearly don't care for their fans, so why should we care.
PS. This post has 4000 upvotes vs the dozen of you calling me a liar or a pussy. Think about that please, the majority of people don't support crowdkilling, no matter how cool you cringy vegan incels think it is. Fuck off and die now please.
PPS I didn't think this post was gonna kick off so hard. Lot of angry little crowdkillers out there aren't there? To address you brain damaged idiots remarking "if you don't like getting punched then don't go to the show.." I say this; I m going to start a club that smashes casual beach goers in the nuts with golf clubs and eye gouges every 12th McDonalds customer. If you don't fucking like it don't go to the beach. If you don't want to be eyegouged, then don't go to Maccas!
THIS IS WHAT YOU SOUND LIKE! The logic of somebody that has clearly taken too many blows to the head already. Cringe.
My friend has played Oblivion for 87 hours, is still level 4, refuses to fast travel, and thinks that’s completely normal
My friend played Oblivion and basically tried to 100% the game before starting the main quest.
He spent 12 real hours just in the tutorial dungeon because he wanted to test every weapon type and reach max Acrobatics by jumping everywhere before he saw sunlight.
He finally steps out into the open world, and I’m like, “So did you go to Weynon Priory yet?”
He goes: “What’s that?”
“You know, the place where you take the Amulet of Kings at the start?”
“Oh no, I’m not doing that yet. I’m still collecting Nirnroot. I need all 305.”
I ask him how far he is in the Fighters Guild and he hits me with: “Oh, I’m not starting any guild until I’ve completed every single city’s local quests and built my own alchemy lab in every player home.”
He also refuses to fast travel. Like at all. He’ll walk across Cyrodiil in real time, stopping to roleplay meals and sleep, and won’t enter any Ayleid ruins unless it’s “historically consistent” for his character’s background.
At one point, he told me he restarted the entire game because he accidentally used the wrong birthsign and it didn’t match his headcanon.
Oh, and he’s still level 4—but not because he skipped leveling. No, he’s sleeping in 1-hour increments to micro-control his attribute gains and avoid “inefficient stat growth.”
He once spent two full in-game weeks training Speechcraft with beggars just so he could “feel more confident” asking guards for directions.
I’m starting to think he’s going to actually become the Champion of Cyrodiil in real life before he finishes the damn game.
Am I wrong for losing my mind over this? Is it possible to play Oblivion… too right?
I smoke crack twice a week. You stay sober everyday. Guess which one of us is winning?
Let me break something down for the willfully average: not all drug use is created equal. Not everyone who smokes crack is a “crackhead.” That’s a word you use to simplify a world you don’t understand. I smoke crack twice a week. Like clockwork. Not out of addiction, not out of desperation, but because I’ve discovered something 99% of you never will: how to weaponize intensity.
Let me paint a picture.
I wake up at 5:12 a.m. I don’t need an alarm. My body just knows. I drink a glass of water (with electrolytes, obviously), I stretch, I thank God or the simulation or whatever runs this world, then I sit cross-legged in complete silence until I feel it’s time. Then I smoke crack. One or two hits. Not to get "high." I’m not chasing a feeling. I’m tuning my brain like a Formula 1 car before a race.
And then the day begins.
By 6:00 a.m. I’ve already reorganized my entire file system, built out a Notion template for the next five years of my life, cleaned the grout between every bathroom tile, and written three emails that get read like poetry.
You know what the average sober person is doing at 6:00 a.m.? Snoozing an alarm on a mattress that smells like anxiety and broken dreams. You stumble to the kitchen and think you’re a warrior because you made black coffee without sugar. That’s your peak. That’s the big flex for your day.
Meanwhile I’ve already conquered tasks you’ve been procrastinating for a year.
Let’s keep going.
The mailman walks by my apartment every morning. He’s got that defeated look in his eye. Like his soul left his body in 2009 and nobody told him. He moves like time is a punishment. I wave to him. He doesn’t wave back. I don’t blame him. He probably saw me through the blinds, shirtless, typing 160 WPM while doing calf raises and thought, “Why isn’t that me?” But he’ll never ask. Too much pride. Too little energy.
Cops drive by. I nod. I have nothing to fear. You think they’re scary? I’ve stared into the core of my psyche on a Tuesday afternoon while my oven made whispering noises. I’ve already made peace with chaos. A badge doesn’t scare me. A Glock doesn’t scare me. I've fought ego death with nothing but a cracked screen and Bluetooth jazz.
My neighbor is a sober guy. He drinks kombucha and listens to Joe Rogan. He meal preps. He’s got a vision board and a 401(k). He also has dead eyes. I asked him once what he thinks about when he’s alone. He said “usually just work stuff or fantasy football.” I almost cried. That’s it? That’s the entire inner world of the "healthy" man? No visions? No cosmic jokes? No wars between angels and intrusive thoughts?
You ever feel your cells vibrate like a symphony of pure intent? No? I have. Last Thursday. On crack.
I’ve had moments on this substance where time split open like a rotten fruit and I saw everything. Every lie, every truth, every reason we fear honesty. I’ve smoked crack and realized I was still in love with a girl from 6th grade, then laughed about it and rewired the emotional circuit live on the spot. Can kombucha do that? Can cold showers do that?
I doubt it.
I’m not saying you should smoke crack. In fact, most of you shouldn’t. You don’t have the structure, the ritual, the respect for power. You’re the type of people who drink six beers and text your ex like a feral animal. You can’t even handle McDonald’s responsibly. Crack would eat you alive. But me? I broke it down. I studied it. I conquered it. And now it serves me.
My brain is sharper than yours. My thoughts are faster. My fears are smaller. My output is massive. You fear “losing control.” I lost it once and realized there was nothing to fear in the first place.
So next time you judge a smoker like me, remember: you’re not better because you’re sober. You’re just slower, duller, and probably still lying to yourself about why you wake up tired every day despite 8 hours of sleep.
Enjoy your avocado toast and your podcasts. I’ll be in the Clarity Zone, rewriting the software of existence with a smile on my face and a Bic in my hand.
