NIGHTSHIFT ENGAGED
Sup anons?
It's Saturday night here in the trenches, and it hasn't felt so juxtaposed in so long. On one hand, WWG1WGA, and we all Trust the Plan, so there's nothing that can stop what is coming. On the other hand, it's been quiet, too quiet.
I've noticed something; if there is a moment where things seem to be really fun and exciting, overall good… something is most likely lurking in the shadows, concocting schemes up the wazoo in order to snuff out the light that is being generated in these moments. This obviously bothers us in ways that now have probably caused lots of us to have our own form of digital PTSD, I myself, for one, will never truly be 100% ever again, and I've come to terms with that.
This brings me to a conversation about wellness. From what I recall, soldiers, even since the civil war, have come home addicted to some form of a substance, most likely utilized on the battlefield to keep the soldier going/fighting/winning. This doesn't necessarily happen in every case & situation, but given the circumstances, it's definitely not hard to believe.
For some reason, I feel that there is a bias when it comes to how some of the digital soldiers develop their own form of comfvefe. Do I care what Pepe does in his free time, while he's getting pounded by DEWs, CORONA, electroceuticals, phantom fuck psyop porn, the entirety of the social base demolished and warped, blackmailed family members and actors of false representation, connotative with the 'delusions' that are implanted in order to keep him from figuring out the real truth.
At this point, a soldier in WWII, and a digital soldier of SWI Shadow War I, are indistinguishable, and yet couldn't be more apart when it comes to their forms of war, battle, loss, pain, anguish, suffering… triumphs. If I were any form of a superior to these individuals, I'd give them everything that they needed, above & beyond, bullshit/therapeutics/electroceuticals/hardcore drugs, ANYTHING, to keep the going.
WHEN THE WAR IS OVER, THEN WE'LL TALK REHAB… MOTHERFUCKERS
I don't need someone to fucking pop up into this war, and start telling ME, and MY MEN, who & what, WE are going to FUCK/DO/BUMP/SNORT/BOOF/SING/LISTEN/HANG/CHILL/SHADE/CREEP/SCOOP/SNIFF/JUDGE/POUND/SHELL/PULVERIZE/FIGHT/LET LIVE/LET DIE… why?
GRAB YOURSELF A FUCKING CRAYON AND MEME FAGGOT!
Do you think any anon on this planet gives a fuck how high or fast they are while SAVING THE FUCKING WORLD / MAKING AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!?
No.
NOTHING CAN STOP WHAT IS COMING. NOTHING
If that's true, why the fuck do (You) DARE, attempt, to fuck with my ability to keep fighting? Why do you think I love the anons SO FUCKING MUCH? They are who they are… nothing has ever changed them, and look at what we've been able to accomplish, and you want to PULL THE FUCKING RUGS OUT FROM UNDER US?
STUPID BASTIDS
You fucking faggots can't fly above 40k. Pffft
THAT'S WHAT WE'RE FOR TART!
GODSPEED
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