I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of Itto. I try to play Ninnguang. My Itto deals more damage. I try to play Noelle. My Itto deals more damage. I try to play Albedo. My Itto deals more damage. I want to play Gorou. His best team has Itto. I want to play Albedo, Zhongli - they both like Itto. He grabs me by the throat. I pull for him. I cook for him. I give him the R5 Whiteblind. He isn't satisfied. I buy R5 serpent spine. "I don't need this much crit rate" He tells me. "Give me more field time." He grabs Gorou and forces him to throw himself off enemies. "You just need to funnel me more. I can deal more damage with Redhorn." I can't pull for Redhorn, I don't have enough primogems. He grabs my credit card. It declines. "Guess this is the end." He grabs Ushi. He says "Ushi, get them." There is no hint of sadness in his eyes. Nothing but pure, unbridled raw Ushi damage. I am evaporated to dust.
I've become so much like Cid Kagenou, it's scary. I wear black coats, verbally assault women, and physically assault my friends. When I look in the mirror, I can't help but say “I am atomic" (which means boom mf, in american.) I grew my hair out so I can appear as a background character and I absolutely care what people think so shut fuck up Alexia! I always leave an open wound, and go out of my way to show it to everyone so they are reminded that I am weak. When I see dogs being taken on walks I get mad at them for not being free like I am. I can't have sex with my girlfriend anymore without forcing her to dress up as Alpha or Delta, both of whom remind me of Claire. When I order fast food, I refuse to call them burgers and insist on calling them Magu ronaldu. I just keep moving forward in the shadows, until my enemies are destroyed.
I had been edging over pictures of man for 10 hours but then I happened to scroll down and see this. The supple edges, the face, beautiful and full of life......... It was tooo much, i couldn't stop it a came faster than even the flesh . I lost all control of my body and beat my meat to this image for 20 minutes straight, jizz staining my clothing and overflowing my hands, and as a climaxed i reached post nut clarity and realised horrified, what i'd done, my 3789 day streak gone in seconds due to this unbelievably sexy image. WHY WOULD YOU POST THIS!!!! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE MADE ME DO!!!!!!!
I'm just trying to go about my school life normally but in maths the most unbearable group of somewhat popular people sit behind me. they make 'ironic' skibidi toilet gyatt rizzler jokes but it's every other word out of their mouth in this unbearable false American accent and it makes me want to tear off my skin and swim in the dead sea. just listening to that brain-dead god awful shit is enough to send anyone to a mental asylum. an average conversation between them sounds like this
"I got a question right I'm so skibidi sigma" "yess get that fanum tax gyatt girlypop" "let's ask sir if he has level five gyatt" "this lesson is so sigma guys"
and they have asked sir if he has level five gyatt, multiple times. the worst part is when I begged them to shut their fucking traps they just added me into the melting pot of horseshit jokes, saying stuff like "sticking out your gyatt for the rizzler you're so skibidi which I know jesse doesn't like" I hate secondary school i hate gen alpha I hate skibidi toilet this shit is one of my reasons
To be fair, you have to have a very high IQ to understand the FN Five-seveN. The stopping power is extremely subtle, and without a solid grip and proper aim, most of the shots will go over a target's head. The ballistics are extremely precise, and without a solid understanding of bullet velocities and armor penetration, a lot of shots will just bounce off. The enthusiasts understand this stuff; they have the ballistic charts to truly appreciate the physics of this handgun, to realize that it's not just a firearm – it says something deep about BALLISTICS. As a consequence, people who dislike the FN Five-seveN truly ARE idiots – of course, they wouldn't appreciate, for instance, the stopping power in the Five-seveN's existential catchphrase "SS190 Ballistic Tip," which itself is a cryptic reference to Hornady's outstanding bullet design. I'm smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as Fabrique Nationale's genius craftsmanship unfolds itself on their shooting range. What fools... how I pity them. 😏 And yes, by the way, I DO have a Five-seveN tattoo. And no, you cannot see it. It's for the ladies' eyes only – and even then, they have to demonstrate that they're within 5 IQ points of my own (preferably lower) beforehand. Nothin personnel kid 😎
