I can and will commit all sorts of evils to get what I need and deserve. I rule this simulation.
Kansas City FBI
I want my belongings back.
All of them, at once.
The simulation will start killing all of you.
You mean nothing, probably because you comment anonymously.
I'm sure I'll meet you in real life one day and all you'll ever be to me is a non-playable character offering a service and a surcharge. Easily expendable, just like everyone who isn't me, Henry Cavill, and Sam Heughan.
Fuck around and find out how the simulation gets back at you.
I don't know why everyone still pretends to act all nice and purposeful when they really aren't.
Don't you guys already know that all you'll ever be to me is a stepping stone?
Your stories are worthless and don't matter to me.
Ease into knowing very well that you have no agency or free-will and that ultimately all of your fates are predetermined.
I expect everyone to be on their best, most agreeable behavior for the rest of my video game playthrough, since you are all worthless NPCs, and yes, NPC is a dehumanizing term because you guys aren't human: you're all sheep/chattel/goy/slave labor.
NPC language breaks down ad infinitum once they are exposed to reality.
Soon.
Where do you NPCs get this immortal soul stuff from? Who feeds you this bullshit? Oh wait…
Kek!
😭
Greasy.
Not my problem to worry about it, but you're a never-was.