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I can’t take it anymore. I’m sick of Wanderer.

    Wanderer crest in Silksong

    By u/vigeroy, its the Xiangling copypasta but changed to Wanderer crest in Silksong.

    I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of Wanderer. I try to play Reaper. My Wanderer deals more damage. I try to play Shaman. My Wanderer deals more damage. I try to play Architect. My Wanderer deals more damage. I want to pogo. The best setup has Wanderer. I want to beat bosses and mobs. Both want Wanderer.

It grabs me by the throat. I kill for it. I parkour for it. I give it Longclaw. It isn't satisfied. I got it the Pinbadge. "I don't need to Needlestrike" It tells me. "Give me more attack speed." It grabs Flea Brew and forces me to throw myself onto enemies. "You just need to sharpen the needle more. I can deal more damage with more pale oil.”

I can't get more pale oil, I don't have enough ingredients. It grabs my rosaries strings. The pinmaster declines. "Guess this is the end." It grabs Cogfly. It says "Cogfly, get them." There is no hint of sadness in its eyes. Nothing but pure, boss-melting dps output. What a cruel world.

    You are a worthless dorph ass gonk. Your chrome literally is as valuable as rusted scrap.

      Its the LowTierGod “You should kill yourself” copypasta but changed into Cyberpunk 2077 lingo.

      You are a worthless dorph ass gonk. Your chrome literally is as valuable as rusted scrap. I’m just gonna slime you, and you’re gonna keep coming back, imma put up ICE, you’re gonna keep coming back. Why? Cause you’re smelling the eddies. You worthless gonk ass leadhead.

You gonna stay in my edgezone until you die. You have no place in this city. Your place in this city is to be in my edgezone, being my joytoy daily. Your purpose in life is to be live on the net, used as my joytoy daily.

You have no street cred, you are fodder to fixers like me. You should zero yourself, NOW. And give somebody else a piece of your chrome, and be an organ donor, so someone else can breathe in this grey smog trashheap. Cause what are you here for? To klep my aura? Flatline yourself. I mean that, with a 100%, with a 1000%.

      Sucking your own dick is one of the most red pilled heterosexual acts you could possibly do

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        byu/Oreo_Gore from discussion
        inkitchencels
        Sucking your own dick is one of the most red pilled heterosexual acts you could possibly do as long as you think about a woman while doing it.

Putting a full cock into your mouth might sound gay, but I don't subscribe to the kantian idea of a strict maxime. After all, you're not gay because you masturbate as long as you masturbate to women. Touching dick might make you gay but not if you touch your own.

Following that logic, sucking dick might be gay, but sucking your own dick to a picture or thought of a woman is not homosexual deviancy, it's an ascended form of heterosexual masturbation + you are getting your dick sucked.

So it's not just not gay to suck your own cock, it's one of the most heterosexual things imaginable as you are actively receiving head, putting you into the alpha position.

        Imagine Bibi catching you in the middle of a suicide attempt

          Bibi from Brawl Stars
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          I like to think it’s late at night and I’m having a really bad mental breakdown, I already almost slit my own veins and tried choking myself to death since there was nothing to hang myself with. So, I hurry to the attic between tears, gasps, and suppressed cries of agony, and reach the edge of the roof.

My mind is set on finally ending all this pain that’s been crushing me like a roadroller stepping over every bone and organ in my body, but my body is still clinging to life out of instinct. As I try to convince myself to jump off, I hear a voice from the door to the attic.

“ALEX, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” I hear Bibi call out as she hurries over to the edge, her pace getting slower as she realises she shouldn’t startle me.

I see the fear and panic etched on her face, my mind suddenly feels like it’s splitting up as I process the fear in her eyes is out of worry for my own life. The fact that she actually worried, that she actually cared. And that, in the most panic I’ve seen her go through, she still didn’t even think of calling me by my deadname, which is to say she called me by my real name. This made me realised that she truly cared for ME, that I’m not just not alone, but that there’s hope for me to be seen for who I am.

She approaches me carefully and reaches her hand out to me. “Alex, please…” She calls out slowly, but her voice still cracks as she holds back tears. “Take my hand, d-don’t do something stupid now…”

Her eyes soften as she feels my hand hold onto hers, and my body lowering slowly. She hesitates to pull me into a hug as she remembers my sensory issues, so she just opens her arms invitingly. “Can I…?”

I immediately hug her as tight as I can, sobbing uncontrollably as I hide my face in her shoulder. Cries for help, cries against the unfairness I was put through that led me to get here, cries for support, cries that I suppressed and shut tight even when my mind was breaking down into dust finally flow out like a river that’s been clogged by a dam for too long.

She cradles my head firmly against her chest, her fingers tighten slightly in my hair like she’s afraid of letting go off me. Her other hand strokes my back as she presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“It’s all gonna be alright… I‘ll make sure of it. I swear, I’m not letting you go.” She promises between her own cries and sobs of empathy, her face pressed on my hair. “I won’t hold myself back from telling you how cute you look when you rant about things just because I don’t wanna be cheesy…” Her hand soothingly traces down my arm “I’ll make sure you know just how beautiful you are so you don’t-“ Her hand suddenly freezes as she feels numerous scars on my arm. “I’ll make sure you know how much worth you have so you don’t do things like that anymore.”

After I fully calm down, she stands up and takes me into her arms like a princess. She takes me into her room and places me down onto the bed with her, holding me until I peacefully fall asleep.

          How ’bout multi-millionaires? How ’bout 8 inches and thick?

            Its from a video by Israel Padilla where a bodybuilder trauma dumps a young blonde girl after she says she likes “skinny, scrawny guys.”

            How 'bout multi-millionaires? How 'bout 8 inches and thick? How 'bout talented? How 'bout loving and respectful? I lost my wife 10 weeks ago, 21 years faithful. My daughter committed suicide 3 weeks ago, 13. She was faster than me at 12 and I run a 6-minute mile. My testimony, I'm nothing but pure, and I ask you if you wanna be on a YouTube channel, and you like scrawny guys.