Goddamned it, it's like taco Tuesdays but with a human.
Fix my problem. It seems you created the problem with your MK Ultra fun, now fix it. It will be the death of me if you don't. So, kindly fix the problem so I can teach the world how to save itself from the problems you've created.
After seven years, I'm drained, and mentally spent. Not a fucking thing has happened as promised.
A career criminal.
God is showing the world just how bad Drugs have influenced our economy. Take away the drugs and our economy goes with it.
They're transferring the world's wealth to me. They know I think money is the cause of everything bad, it's the root of evil. It's going to be fixed.
HELP ME, please.
So, since I'm in the skin I'm wearing let me tell you a story. Paraphrased. Kid taught at my church @ 13-18. Got all the scars you'd expect of me. Leaked water and blood out of my abdomen. Longines souvenir, got that scar too. Carried a bible on microfiche for 40+ years, not even thinking about it until Q showed up. Honestly, I've always thrown away any connection between me and that mythical guy 2000 years ago. I don't believe he existed, yet here I am, with the story and the scars. Can someone talk me into what I think my purpose is here on Earth? How can I play a character that's 'holy' when I'm certainly not even close to that definition? One thing that bothers me is this nagging feeling that we are being grown as food. Is this true?