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   Another Linux Walt Alt (lnxw37b2@shitposter.world)'s status on Sunday, 04-May-2025 00:57:17 JST Another Linux Walt Alt

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   @noyoushutthefuckupdad But in real life, what's more likely is that some group would pay you to show the most blatant propaganda on Movie Night. Probably something almost at Captain Planet's level.
   
   All the Poast-tards and NCD mcnuggets would be hypnotized into becoming living bots for that group's pet cause.
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     Dad (noyoushutthefuckupdad@shitposter.world)'s status on Sunday, 04-May-2025 00:57:18 JST Dad
     I had a dream that some organized crime group (led by a guy who looked like Kazuya Mishima from Tekken) offered me power and money in exchange for me doing their bidding. I was skeptical at first, until, like Satan tempting Jesus, they showed me all the worldly pleasures they had at their disposal. My books would become instant best-sellers, I could influence world politics, I could get revenge on my enemies. All I had to do was occasionally kidnap or torture or kill a usually-innocent person; was that too much to ask?
     
     I accepted. I accepted like a little bitch. I sold out to evil. But what drove me over the edge into accepting this deal with the devil? The food. These Yakuza fucks had a chef who prepared a top-tier ice cream cone for me, and that sugary shit was the tastiest thing I ever ate in my life. I submitted to the yoke of evil over freaking ice cream.
     
     If such a situation ever happened in real life (To me, a peasant with no connections and a contempt for rich people? Unlikely.) I like to think I would do what Guts would do when the devil Ganishka made a deal with him. But my dream told me the truth: I would stupidly go along with it. I'd do it and I'd hate myself and I'd pretend I was using my power for good, but it would be a filthy-ass lie to cover my shameful lack of courage.
     
     Don't be a faggot-ass monster.