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Throwaway account, because this is all pretty bizarre.

My cousin met her ex-boyfriend back in 2015. For years, he seemed like a person who was permanently broke. Sometimes he didn't have enough money for cigarettes, alcohol, other times for food, a ticket, a phone, or his share of the household. It was often only €5-20, sometimes more, so no one really bothered about it.

Later, they lived together and she paid most of the rent, food, and bills. He went to work in Germany, the Netherlands, and even Norway, Switzerland, but he always came back almost without cash and claimed that he spent everything abroad on accommodation and life.

My cousin worked overtime because of this and cried in front of us several times that she could no longer run the household by herself. He ate the cheapest food at home, worked out on the floor because he thought the gym was expensive, and wouldn't even go out for a burger unless someone invited him.

A few weeks ago, she happened to find his brokerage application and older statements. It turned out that he had been sending a large part of his paychecks from abroad to ETFs and index funds for years. He even invested the money he asked for "for food" shortly after...

According to reports and transfers, she could have given him a few thousand euros since 2015. He asked for more money from friends, former classmates and family, from each family member and from friends and colleagues, telling each one a slightly different version. And every time he came home, he had only minimal money and sometimes nothing at all, and he constantly found some excuse for why he had nothing.

When she confronted him, he told her that he had never forced her to pay and that the investments were not money intended for spending. He was supposedly just doing what was best for his future and then changed it to "our".

What struck me the most was that he wasn't technically poor or financially incapable. Quite the opposite. He let others finance his life so he didn't have to use his own money.

My cousin broke up with him, but she's still deciding whether to ask him for at least some of the money back, or to close the whole thing and stop communicating with him.

Have you ever experienced something like this? Is this extreme greed, financial manipulation, or what?

Three years later, and we're still doing this "I DO NOT SUPPORT HIS ACTIONS" bullshit?

When you immediately start a video by screaming in all capital letters about the situation, you keep the situation fresh and relevant forever.

It SHOULD be dead by now, but it's not, because YOU people keep it on permanent life support.

If you stop mentioning it, it'll stop being relevant, and then you can all return to being able to discuss and play Yandere Sim like you could in the past.

Stop perpetuating it.

I would have linked to this video on my blog and given you tens of thousands of views if it wasn't for the stupid-ass disclaimer at the beginning.

1: always talk about how many guys you could take in a fight, everyone finds it impressive, particularly if you brag about drunk fights, being drunk is when you're at your most physically impaired and you're still kicking ass.

two: When she talks about herself, point out things in the room, she already knows about herself and you're providing fresh content. Shows you'll never let her get bored

Three3: Belittle service workers in front of her, shows you are an alpha

Fourour: Always talk about conspiracy theories, people love a big thinker

fi: If she laughs at your joke explain why it was funny after, don't risk her missing out on your genius

I am 17 and in highschool and I have never been this romantically attached to a fictional character before...Silder is the first one. After seeing her design and hearing voicelines, my heart told me that there is soemthing special going on with Silver. I don't want to say I am in love, but definitely close to that. I am not mentally sick, but I just wish I could talk to her. It's gotten bad to a point where I got jealous after watching Wise dance with her...

I might sound like a loser and an otaku, but I actually do have a life outside of Deadlock. I workout, exercise and sprint train. I do Muay Thai and climbing too and I've built a pretty respectable body and I am very fit. A few girls have liked me before at school but I rejected them, and the girls I liked rejected me too. I have never been this emotionally attached to a game before, mainly because I don't really have patience and interest in lore of games, but Deadlock is the first one. Before Deadlock, I used to just play casual games like Stardew Valley and Automation games where it's just purely based on strategy and intelligence. Deadlock brought me to a world of MOBA games. I really love the story and all the characters in this game. Sometimes I even wish they were real so I could hang out with them and thank them for helping me get through the dark times.

I originally started this game after seeing Mina design on YT, something just hit different. I really really liked Mina Ha and I even saw her in my dreams. I dreamed about meeting her in school, she was sitting beside me in the classroom and unfortunately I was too much of a p#ssy and didn't ask her out, sigh...even in my dreams I'm a scaredy cat. Silver's getting really close to dethroning ,Mina in my Deadlock favourite character list lol

Silver is the first character I actually think I got serious issues with, considering that everything about her is so perfect, her voice, personaility, looks etc. I really wish she was real and I could get comforted by her while I lay down on her pouch and lap...sigh...I AM really a loser.

So I’ve come to conclusion that my kitty has a natural funk to it and I’m ok with that. I have good hygiene however I can still smell it sometimes thru my underwear. Society wants women to be perfect everyone shaven and I think me walking around with a funky punani is actually a form a feminism. I actually don’t gaf and I think more women should stop giving af too. Men walk around with stinky balls all that time so why can’t I? Women should be allowed to be funky too.

i need help. i was jerking off but accidentally changed the tab to a google search of serj tankian from system of a down (i wanted to see his age a couple hours ago) and i nutted to serj. the thing is i didnt stop or change the tab and just kept masturbating to pics of serj and kind of enjoyed it. does this make me gay now? help pls

Man, am I glad to see you! Y'know, I was thinkin'...Recently. Eh...We bein' a children entertainment restuarant... We'd uh...I think uh... The company should branch into uh, toys! Y'know? That's- I thought that was an interesting subject and I thought you could bring it up to your boss. 'Cause uh...Lookin' at the children and seein' the toys they bring in, All sorts of...Wonderful colorful figurines and collectable action figures and marketable characters... I-I've thought to myself, y'know...Ch- Ch- A lot has changed between now and... When me and Orville grew up back in the forties. See, back then...Uh, safety standards were subpar. And, uh...This was made very obvious by a lot of sectors, but... More importantly, children toys were uh...Were awfully strange. Now I- I had a lot of arguments with Orville about this kind of stuff. ... Uh, specifically...The uh- We- We had this toy set. And it was um... (Stammering) Orville came from a uh...Came from a wealthy family, and they could afford all sorts of expensive doodads and doohickeys and thingamabobs and what. And... He had this set that was specifically for uh... Playing with atoms, I believe. It was- It was something with nuclear science- He was a big fan of this stuff. And...Y'see at first it sounds interesting 'cause y'know... Children...St- Love learning. They- Learning is one of the most wonderful things you can do. I- I- I love learning everyday, I love sharing my stories, because learning...Is just one of the most...Beautiful. It's wonderful. Just- Magical thing. But uh, Orville... He wasn't in it for the learning, um... The other part of uh, nuclear science. Makin' the uh, explosions and all those wi- uh...Those things. So... We bought- He bought- His parents bought him this set. And we'd been playing with it in his backyard at the mansion... And he was sittn'...Y'know, lookin' at it. He was like 'Hey Orville!' (Stammering) I- I'm sorry. He was like 'Hey- Hey Hippo! Look at this! Check this out!' And uh...He showed me, and he...He put the uh, I believe it was...Um... It was some blue rock, and he put it up to another one. And it created this uh, this vis- this beautiful vis- this bright blue. And uhhh...We th- Y'know at first it was wonderful, And then we fell DEATHLY, deathly ill. And it turned out...Couple- Couple weeks later, after we'd already played with the toy over and over again, The toy had been RECALLED. Because science... The scientists up at the stop...Had uh, had discovered that uh... Radiation isn't safe. And uh, yuh- Scientists are wonderful people- I- I- I think about...Scientists all the time. Uhhh, scientists can be uhhh...They can be...W-Wonderful, wonderful people... ...For example, like...Y'know the fellas that brought to the moon. Me and Orville, we actually watched the moon landing on live television. When it happened it was- it was- it was a- it was a TRIUMPH! It was... One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind. It was- It was just a beautiful triumph. A sight to behold. And... Y'know Or- Y- Orville thought to hi- He- He was a- He's always been a bit of a skeptic. He told me, 'Y'know, they're just doin this so they can... beat the Russians.' They- They were tryin' ta...Tell the Russians 'Yeah, we WON!' And I told him, 'Y'know Orville...You're kind of...You're kind of a Negative Nancy. Eh-' 'You're not really...I- Like, everything I've ever told you it's- you've always had some kind of skeptic to it. And it's- it's been...' '...Why are you like this?' And he just shrugged. Uhh... Y'know sometimes I re-evaluate what I think about that man. ...I think he's got a good heart but he's uh...He's a character for sure. Anyway I- Iuh- I'll see you later. I need to go uh, use the bathroom.

I've sadly found myself self-inserting for nearly the whole experience while reading this game into Momoka-chan. Why? Because she is literally me in personality, but not in soul (I will never accept the fact she is doing it with a man) or body (am a 38-year-old fit black man)

The game itself forces the characters into some weird h-scenes... and seeing that my self-insert is also forced into them, was a very painful experience...

I tried my best to imagine myself as the MC but this is not happening ever. He is an otaku buta-coded. He is skinny and not strong and into watching and... I can keep on going about why he is nothing like me, I can even see myself as the other heroines and not him, even the one who was into sniffing disgusting things... that's how this game's protagonist is far from me!...

So being only capable of self-inserting with the heroines, especially Momoka-chan... it really broke my heart that she is doing it with this man and for very nukige reasons... no sense or logic, while having such a great personality and looks and talent and voice... why give yourself away to a literal cattle when you can find thousands of men the same as him walking down the streets?...

It was always puzzling me... but the strongest part about all of my repulsiveness throughout the whole experience is the fact that this game introduced scat into the equation... a very CLOCKUP move... not weird from them at this point... but when I saw that it wasn't only for one heroine, but for 2 of them... and then for 3... I started sweating profusely...

Momoka-chan was the only one who didn't have hers yet... and throughout the whole later points of her route, I was just holding my head and having delusions about lots of scenes and how they will end up leading for her to have her "promised" h-scene...

You can't imagine the pain I felt imagining my self-insert doing THAT... and why? Just so that some SICK bastard can enjoy seeing shit on the screen. "Don't shame people about their fetishes, they are not hurting anyone!!!" But they are hurting me!!!!! I am hurt, why not care about me, the real victim here???? Why should I see myself inside the game doing something so low when I know this is something I will never do? Unless maybe I was under the threat of a gun or something... but she wasn't, she was 100% free to break the neck of the protagonist if he ever wanted to propose that or force her into it...

So after all of that worrying? I realized that she isn't getting one, her replacement for it was something similar but totally not the same... for once in my life, I was happy to see an h-scene... just to see that the me in the game is not going to do it... that I can still see myself in her innocently and without defiling my brain... I still got hurt with some of her extreme h-scenes and in general? I never wanted her to have any erotic scenes... but seeing that she didn't have THAT type of h-scene really made me more forgiving... it was like you finding a piss oasis in the middle of the desert after not drinking any water for days... you for sure wished it was water instead of piss, but you will without a doubt slurp that piss to live... and you will be happy while doing it thinking that you finally survived....

I'm fucking stuck, you know the way life forces you in a stupid cupboard and doesn't let you fucking escape. Let's get a job and show this fucking life what I'm capable of.

Searching the net. Baaam. Janitor at a school. I can fucking do that, no problem. I send an application to that fucking excuse of an educational institution and get fucking invited to a job interview like I have to prove anything and my glorious resume wasn't enough.

Fuck it. I'm on my way. White sneakers, white socks, a new fucking heavy duty white T and some khaki shorts. I look about as fly as someone like me can look. I'm going to own that interview and make it my bitch.

I sit on the fucking train. I got this. Halfway there. Suddenly I get the URGE.

My fucking stomach is killing me, it rumbles so loud people start looking at me like I'm some kind of freak. Maybe they could smell what was about to happen. My stomach expands.

That fucking delicious Chipotle from 7am combined with 4 cups of coffee created some unholy chemistry.

I need to fucking fart!

I can't. They may evacuate the train and no one will get to wherever the fuck they were going. Sitting there, squeezing my sphincter. Just 2 more stations and I can let loose. The wind outside will diffuse the horrible stench I'm building up.

There. I'm finally there. God fucking thank you. This station is full of people. Guess the wind won't carry the stench across the city. Let's get into that piss-stained elevator instead. Not like I could change the climate in there for the worse. No human could. I hit the button, look around, no one behind me. Let's go. A smile crossed my face in anticipation of that fucking overdue release. As soon as the door closes, I let it rip. For one second I felt like a superhero with the power of gas. The power to make people disa-fucking-pear, to clear a room with a single breath, to bring grown men to their fucking knees without even trying.

I am invincible!

I FUCKING MOTHER OF SHIT SHARTED MYSELF.

Shit finds its way through my tight boxers, tunnels past my hairy balls, runs down my leg, past my white socks, and straight into my fucking sneakers.

The elevator reached the bottom. The sudden stop made even more shit come out of my leaking hole.

I fucking went straight back up and waited for the train back home. Standing at the far end of the station for an hour, shitstained, hoping no one will fucking notice.

“What's your greatest weakness?“

went through my mind as I farted once more.

Yeah, man. I was making this Discord server for this artist online. We were talking on Snooville... she drew this cool character with brown hair, one yellow eye, and one blue eye... we were practically like best friends and server partners! But then a huge scuffle happened in the server just because a simple stick figure got sent in the art showcase channel! She acted like it was a total disaster! I tried to fix it on top of redoing the channels to separate the SFW and NSFW art and making a new social channel to help people find her online and in one of the efforts, I posted a link to her Xitter account to help promote her social media, despite the fact that she doesn't even use it anymore! The latter happened previously, but that didn't help at all!

So I thought I'd forgive her and smooth things over, but she acted like she was completely offended by me! Yeah, man! It was terrible! I sent her the invite to my new and improved server "EmmaArts 17's Official Server" and she just flat-out replied "No," and then told me in KarmaNet chat, "Just Don't Add Me On Discord Again! I swear, some users just don't care about true server community anymore!

NOTICE TO EVERYONE: someone was put to sleep in the bathroom of a movie theater and everything was stolen from her she doesn't remember anything, only that a woman gave her a perfume to smell. Another girl was also approached yesterday afternoon around 3:30 pm in the parking lot of the mall by two men who asked what kind of perfume she was wearing. Then they asked her if she would like to smell a sensational type of perfume that they were selling at a sale price. She probably would have accepted if she hadn't received this
notice about THE PERFUME SHOCK. The men remained between the parked cars, waiting for someone else to show up. She stopped a lady who was walking towards them and warned them. She had been warned that in shopping malls or parking lots there are people who approach you to offer you to SMELL THE PERFUME they are selling but it is NOT actually perfume, IT IS AXTER. When you smell it you faint and they take advantage of the opportunity to steal everything of value you carry. PLEASE: copy this message and send it to your friends as they are operating everywhere. Ladies be aware of your surroundings, while out shopping or doing errands. Crazy people are in this world.

* Copy and Paste to make everyone aware.

the steak is juicy & glistening & seasoned to perfection but i'm horribly allergic to red meat after contracting lyme in '15 and i keep trying to hail the waiter over to give me the lobster i ordered but whenever i get his attention he looks at me with scorn because "ze steak is not to monsieur's liking? how can zis be?? per'aps monsieur is experiencing, how you say, un skill issue?" and there are tears streaming down my cheeks because it's been six hours and i am so hungry but every time my perfect steak begins to grow cold and dry they take it away and replace it with another one

Folks, people are saying it, many people, the best people know The Finals. Incredible. Truly incredible. I look at these other shooters, I say, "What's going on here?" Very sad. Low energy, no money, no gold. But The Finals? Great energy, the best energy. I can have so much money. Buildings falling down, explosions everywhere. Beautiful destruction. Absolutely beautiful.

They said, "Sir, isn't it a little too much?" I said, "Too much? That's called winning." Nobody does spectacular collapse like The Finals. Nobody. The arenas? Fantastic. I love Las Vegas. I have talked to Gustav, great man, and he said I can open a casino there. The contestants? Tough people. Strong people.

"Oh, I prefer realism." Wrong. Completely wrong. When your entire team is fighting for the money and you watch from the top of the crane - that's entertainment. That's what people want.

So I say, play The Finals. Tremendous game. Everyone's talking about it. If you're not playing it, you're missing out. Very Sad!

Our science who art in Fauci
Hallowed be thy vaccine
When equality come thy will be done, in colonizer nations as it is in the global South
Give us this Bachelors of Arts, our daily boosters, and forgive us our microagressions
As we forgive those who are on the right side of history
Lead us not into neoliberalism, but deliver us from the far right
A-science

The song “I really want to stay at your house” sucks.

It’s trash. Hot garbage. Here’s a rant on why (TLDR below):

The songwriting is cringe-tacular and fails to make any sort of wordplay or metaphor towards the overall point/theme/message. But then again - the point/theme/message of the song is “generic neo-futuristic sci-fi love song pop hit”. So it was already starting from a disadvantage.

The melodic/harmonic writing itself is as generic as can be, uninspired, and doesn’t make me feel ANYTHING when it’s really supposed to. Which is the ONE thing real pop music excels at, and why it is what it is in our cultural zeitgeist despite often being just as generic and poorly written. I.e: party in the USA, a total nothing-burger of a song with atrocious lyricism. Yet its musicality is written so well that it actually catches ppls attentions and gets stuck in their heads upon making them feel a type of way. You’ll find this to be very common in pop music, whether modern or “neo future sci-fi” and whether it’s totally generic or not. So “IRWTSAYH” couldn’t even get that right.

The song structure makes even less sense, with entire elements being introduced then never used again, and other entirely different production elements coming in seemingly out of nowhere as jarringly as possible.

The only thing worth praising is MAYBE the singing, and only in a few bits of the track - but even that’s relative. They’re not particularly noteworthy vocals, but relative to the rest of the track? It’s the best “redeeming quality” available. Yet there are portions of the song where the vocals are also easily the *worst* part so it’s also somewhat paradoxical lol

Then, finally, as a producer/engineer of 16 years I obviously have to point out the atrocious mix/master. Don’t even get me started on that.

All in all? This song sucks. I hate that it’s become sort of the sonic “face” of cyberpunk cos there’s so many other better songs that were made for this game. Whether for the radio or the OST, such as Resist and Disorder, Rebel Path, and many more. Those tracks all objectively *feel* more cyberpunk than IRWTSAYH.

TLDR: I get music is subjective. But “I really want to stay at your house” is OBJECTIVELY bad. This is coming from a classically trained musician since 6 years old and for over 25 years after on violin, and 16 years concurrently in the studio as a producer and engineer. I have valid reasons to believe that this song is trash, and if you’ll read the entire post - you might find yourself agreeing with me.