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What was it even all about? Over there.

It's the boss.

Why does she have a chest just wide open like that?

Just zip it up. Why she's got her boobs open?

Promise me. Oh shit, what? How is

Was that a nuke? Is that a nuke? Did a nuke just go off? Life's end. Oh my gosh, she just shot a nuke!

It's almost tragic. Why is she wearing a bin bag?

Life is but a farewell gift from the darkness to those on their way to die. For a long time, waiting for your birth, your growth, and the finality of today. Why are you doing this?

He kind of looks like Kakashi, but But more Western.

He's even lost an eye like Kakashi.

Friends into enemies just as easily as the mood changes.

Yesterday's ally becomes today's opposition, and this cold war— no, I don't like Silent Hill. It's boring running around whacking stuff with a plank of wood.

Annoying puzzles. It's not scary, it's just boring.

So then what is an enemy? Is

there such a thing as an absolute timeless enemy?

There is no such thing and never has been.

The world must be made whole again. The philosophers must be reunited. I will devote my skills to that purpose. Yeah, with the Colonel's money, I'll achieve it. Just as I once created the Cobras. They are my family. I may no longer be able to bear children. Why is it zooming in on her boobs?

It was November first,

1951. I was in the— I'm sorry, I just— I thought it's so funny when they do this in the middle of the year.

The name Nevada is derived from Spanish, covered in snow, white snow.

What the fuck is this? This information is exactly what I saw in that Nevada desert. Snake,

you were an atomic test subject, weren't you? On Bikini Atoll.

Well, that's part of the reason I was drawn to you. You and I are alike.

We're both Slowly being eaten away by the karma of others.

We'll never have the chance to die peacefully of old age. We have no tomorrow,

but we can still have hope for the future.

In 1960, I saw a vision of the ideal future from space.

Many years earlier, the Soviet Union had succeeded in launching Sputnik, the first man-made satellite in history, into orbit. Okay, this came as a huge shock to the United States. They feel so goofy. Even as the Soviets seemed poised to send their first man into space, America was still experimenting with chimpanzees and

rockets.

The government wanted human data, so they secretly decided to send a human being into space. You heard those sounds? Of course. At the time, they didn't have the technology to block out cosmic rays, and Whoever they sent up would inevitably be exposed to heavy radiation. That's why they chose me. After all, I'd already been irradiated once. Of

course, you won't find any of this in the history books. I could see the planet as it appeared from space.

That's when it finally hit me. Space exploration is nothing but another game in the power struggle between the US and the USSR. USSR. Politics, economics, the arms race— they're all just arenas for meaningless competition.

I'm sure you can see that. But the Earth itself has no boundaries. No East, no West, no Cold War.

And the irony of it is, the United States and the Soviet Union are spending billions on their space programs and missile only to arrive at the same conclusion. In the 21st century, everyone will be able to see that we are all just inhabitants of a little celestial body called Earth.

A world without communism or capitalism— that is the world I wanted to see.

But reality can be

Yeah, I'll probably take a day off.

Usually feel too depressed after a date to go live.

Their air support. Defenselessly, the edge was annihilated by the Cuban army. All I could do was watch in silence.

I was set up by the very country I'd sacrificed so much for, by the very government I dedicated— I know that was real tragic. Basically, the one thing I'm pretty comfortable with underground, the modern history Then, two years ago, I faced the sorrow. My old comrade in battle.

He was my friend. Taking her to the Tesco. Tesco Cafe, Milldale. This is real history. The sorrow gave his life for me.

There was no enmity between us. God, why is she giving a fucking history lesson? Who cares?

Oh God.

Known as the Wise Men's Committee. The secret pact they formed there marked the beginning of the Philosophers, but the last of the original members died in the 1930s. After that, the organization began to run out of control, and the Wise Men's Committee degenerated into a mere shell of its former self. The Philosophers of today have no sense

of good or evil. Their influence extends to countries and organizations involved in every aspect of every war. They have become war itself. That's how they operate. The sacrifices of war cause a shift in the times. This shift leads to renewed conflict and in turn triggers the next war. Nuclear chain reaction. Each conflict sparks countless others, forming an

endless Spiral that will continue on for eternity.

Do you understand what I'm saying? No. The philosophers intend to keep that cycle going forever. Oh my God. It was my father who explained all of this to me.

He was one of them.

You see, I am the last remaining child of the Philosophers. Oh shit. But after he revealed the truth, my father was killed by that same shapeless, formless organization.

What a crazy way to have it go.

In June of 1944, the Cobra And I took part in a landing. We've been given a top secret mission to locate and destroy enemy V2 rocket installations. Okay.

I was pregnant at the time. I gave birth on the field of battle. Beautiful baby boy.

Why would you go into battle when you're pregnant?

Have to be pretty pregnant to give birth on the battlefield.

Imagine being fully pregnant and then you go to war. Oh my God, I believed you.

There is nothing left inside me now. Nothing at all. No hatred, not even regret. And yet sometimes at night, I can still feel the pain creeping up inside me, slithering through my body like a snake.

It's Metal Gear Solid 3, the

ending. I feel content. Oh, Snake, commence the operation. Oh shit, that's cold, that's cold.

I loved you. I've given you weapons, taught you techniques, endowed you with knowledge. There is nothing more for me to give you.

All that's left for you to take is my life by your own hand. One must die and one must live. No victory, no defeat. The survivor will carry on the fight. It is our destiny. The one who survives will inherit the title of boss, and the one who inherits the title of boss will face an existence of

endless battle.

I'll give you 10 minutes.

In 10 minutes, MiGs will come and bomb the hell out of this place. If you can beat me in less than 10 minutes, you'll be able to escape in time.

Let's make this the greatest 10 minutes of our lives, Jack. That's kind of high, boss. You're a soldier. Finish your mission. Uh-huh. Prove your loyalty.

Face me. All right, let's do it. Let's see what you're made— Oh my gosh, you ran Straight at me. I'm fucking terrified. Wait, let's camouflage.

Oh, the Oyama comes in handy. Choco Jeeper, bro.

Scientist. Wait, why is Scientist the best one? I can't shoot them if I have that. This is apparently the most stealthy fit right now. This is the most stealthy fit a man can have right now.

Do I need a landline for fiber broadband? Full fiber broadband is being rolled out.

Felt like— how the fuck did that work? How did any of that work? That all felt like it shouldn't have worked. But you know what, it's fine.

Rock position, pick a direction.

Take this. All right, fine. Keep it safe. Oh, I got it, chat! Look at that! Oh my gosh, I have it! We have it, chat! It's her only hope. It doesn't want to focus on it. I don't want to focus. Once it does, I'll want to focus on this. Patriot! I got the plushie, Legacy. Yes, Jack!

What should I say? You're a wonderful man.

Kill me. Kill me now.

Do it. Don't do it.

Why does that gun look like a dick and balls? There's only room for one boss and one snake.

Oh, come on, do it then. So slow. No, don't make me do it. Don't make me do it. What if I just don't do it?

Why is it— okay, I didn't press it. I didn't press it. I didn't press it. What the heck?

They made me do it. Imagine having to care so much about your, your image that you can't even shoot a video game character,

or you'll risk your viewers thinking you're a heartless monster.

I wouldn't last a day as CDawgVA.

Like, if I woke up in CDawgVA's body one day and I had to stream, I'd lose everyone

with my psycho rants.

Kind of rubbish, this game.

Why did a little snake come out of her?

No, I never played Life is Strange. I saw PewDiePie play it, it looked boring.

Oh, come on. Yeah, we get it, she's dead, whatever. Look at her.

Are you okay? Oh, I'm not okay. Yeah, yeah.

I told you you could trust me.

No, what is it now? What is it now?

What is he riding?

What even is that?

Oh my God,

they have an ocelot.

Oh

Too

heavy. We're too heavy.

I'll wait one jab. Okay, get his ass off.

Oh God,

try to remember. Got it. I've, I've been Spamming the same move this whole game.

Why am I hearing my dead mom? No, not good.

Come on, Snake! Come on, Snake! Come on! God, you got him! I don't let him dance.

Berserk the Soleil and him.

Snap his arm, Snake! Throw him out of the plane! I picked up a few new moves.

It doesn't feel right to shoot an unarmed man. I know, but I'll get over it.

Didn't even load his gun. Why is

his gun not loaded?

Oh, I need to pay. I can't even enjoy anything. Fucking bladder.

Date's off, guys. She messaged me saying doesn't feel well, sorry, have to cancel. Waste of time.

No date.

Always makes me wonder when someone suddenly gets sick just before you're supposed to meet. Really?

But this girl always seemed a bit flaky, didn't she?

Dates off the menu. At least more money for me, I guess.

Oh God, gonna die alone.

Just weed girl now.

Oh.

She said, can we rearrange dinner tomorrow? I ain't ready yet to meet a new person. Can we still chat?

Maybe I think she's just got cold feet, like she's nervous or something.

I don't know, maybe it's time of the month, blues from the weather, not in the mood,

but she still wants to chat. Maybe she's scared or something.

Oh, my Amazon's here.

Is that same woman again?

How are her legs not cold?

Oh, is that my kitchen roll as well?

Perfect. We're all done. Thank you.

Is this the broom? I guess so. I was expecting the broom to come in like a big long box.

I'll sort out the broom in a minute.

Got my Temu kitchen roll, but it came from the UK, so I don't think it was any cheaper than just buying it from the shop.

My lung is 3 pounds from break-even.

She said maybe feeling better next week. Okay.

Don't know if I feel relieved, like a mixture of relief and bit disappointed.

But mostly relief. I don't know.

I kind of know I need to go on dates to meet someone, but I hate it so much.

It's like pulling teeth.

Endless disappointment life is, isn't it?

A

box in a box. Now I can't open it.

Why would the post lady be able to give me a job?

She doesn't hire people.

Prediction, will Daniel like his new broom?

I love cleaning so much.

It's a long broom.

Okay, let's go clean the carpet.

Brooming hell.

So exciting.

Ow.

Doesn't do anything.

What?

This

is

rubbish. Oh, it is work. Whoa!

Oh,

look at this.

Uh,

Bumper.

Oh, my back.

I don't

know if that was worth it.

It's mostly the carpet, not my hair.

Definitely worth £12.

She says she's getting 5 roommates. The fuck?

How does she have 5 roommates?

What kind of living situation is she in?

I thought she just had one roommate. I thought she's like 28. Why does she sound like she's a college student or something living in a dorm?

Must be like some kind of student housing, like a flat.

Sounds kind of sus.

God, the market is so close to breaking even from where I went long. A week ago. Been in this long, a week, and now it's broken even after I spent how much on overnight interest? I don't know.

6 people living in the same house. She had 5 new roommates. Maybe there's already existing roommates.

Ah, her life sounds a bit chaotic.

That's why I need an older woman. Got her own place, her own job.

It's crazy how broke some people are.

Well, more money for me, I guess, since I don't have to go on a date now.

I don't know what— I mean, it's so sus, isn't it? We were talking a couple days yesterday about the date, and she seemed really into it. All of a sudden, 5 new roommates that weren't announced weeks before, they all suddenly coming to move in all at once,

the day before we're supposed to meet as well. What a coincidence.

Just sounds like an excuse, doesn't it?

Why does Ken type everything I say onto the Discord? I don't see the point.

Next Discord comment is going to be Daniel says,

and then next one Daniel says that he says Discord something something.

One out of my remaining 2 girls canceled on me.

Great. Okay, really? Russian roulette? All right, typing it up for the 4 people who don't watch my streams.

Why is Ocelot obsessed with Russian roulette?

What is this view?

Why does he love juggling his guns? What's the point?

This is such a long leg, bro. We, we're going to die.

I thought the plane's crashing as well.

I still got time for doing all this nonsense. No, not that name. I didn't— I did not pay attention. I did not realize I had fallen. And I'm not an ocelot. We're men. Names.

My name is Damska. What's yours? Jack. I thought his name was Jack. Very well.

Plain name, but I won't forget it. John. Hi boys. John seems like such a fake name.

I thought his name was Plissken from that movie.

What was that movie where his name was Plissken and he looked just like Snake? Escape from New York.

How come he looks just like Snake?

Imagine your last name is Snake. Mr. Snake.

Just put more bullets in the stupid gun. Oh my God.

It's a blank. Oh, that was fun. Oh my God, this guy sucks and I still lost.

What, are they friends?

What was the point of that?

He's just gonna jump out. And we meet again. What the fuck? What is this guy? What does Oslo want? The more I learn about Oslo, the more it makes no sense to me. What the fuck?

He's so troll. Everything about his existence is a troll. Give me a hand! Okay.

Come on, drop gun that bitch!

Nice.

Why don't I buy the game? Because the gameplay is rubbish and all I care about is the story, so why not just watch it for free?

Metal Gear is one of those games where you can just watch it and it's as fun as playing it, and you skip all the stupid gameplay. The gameplay's rubbish in Metal Gear.

Rubbish shooting, rubbish stealth.

I don't even like stealth. I just want to run in and kill everyone. I hate sneaking about.

Listen, I'm the boss now.

There's no way out. I thought the plane was crashing. How did they fix it? It was on fire. These things got yarned. It's no use. There's no way the tank's moving now. Not true. They're gonna shoot us down. We must send in force. Weapon systems on. If the whole game's about story and cutscenes, then you don't need

to buy it. You just watch it on YouTube. But if I want to play it for gameplay, then yeah, I hate the cutscenes.

Thanks. That song gives me tingles.

What's new? My date canceled last minute. Save, save! Let's go, yes!

Thank you! Look, the pigs are turning back!

Hell yeah! Yeah, Spanish girl! Hell yeah!

Put your phone on mute.

Well done, Snake. Major really disengaged, most likely under orders from Khrushchev. Is this his way of helping us? Who knows, maybe he didn't want things to get messier than they already are, or maybe he just wanted us to owe him one. The important thing is— Weed girl. Yeah, just hope she doesn't cancel within the next 3 weeks.

To you. It should be smooth sailing all the way to Alaska. I'm sending someone else to Galena Base to meet you. The DCI and the president himself are waiting at landing. Don't keep them waiting.

All right, back to Alaska.

All right, should we continue where we left off, gamers?

Oh wow, that's not the end.

I never really felt I had good feelings about Spanish girl, to be honest.

Seems very flaky and a bit weird.

I think maybe there's like other guys she talks to, and maybe she booked tomorrow with another guy that she likes more.

Hey, okay, you can zip it up. What are you going to do now? Go back to the KGB? What do you want me to do? You're American. Back to America. You're American. I can't go back. I've left America behind, man. But you saved this country. I didn't do it alone.

And I still owe you a dinner. True.

Is that part of your mission too, or is it an order,

or is it an invitation,

or a proposal? She likes this guy. I don't take orders from anyone now.

Let's go, let's go! Snake being sexual is so awkward cuz he doesn't seem the type.

Finally, Snake is This

is so weird.

I hate sex scenes in games. It's so weird. Turn it off, Snake! You're killing me!

Is he gonna Take off his combat gear for a sexy time.

Is he going to take his gloves off or his boots?

Kissing's so weird, isn't it?

It's for eating. And then you like stick rubbing them together, sticking your tongues in and out.

Why is it kind of hot though?

Somebody had a good night. Oh my God! They he just they didn't even go to bed. They just did. They all goddamn.

Bro passed out on the floor.

Scholars tell us that the first spy in history— he got pumped and dumped. She didn't even stick around for the morning. It was Eve who was tempted by the snake in the Garden of Eden. This time around, it was I who tempted the snake and got away with the forbidden fruit of knowledge. Did she rub him?

What a bitch.

Where's she at? She possibly— Good

morning, Snake. I hope You slept well.

First of all, I have to apologize.

I wasn't sent by Khrushchev.

I'm not a KGB spy, and I never worked for the NSA. Who did you work for? I'm an agent of the People's Republic of China. Really? Department of the People's Liberation Army. China? It was all a lie. I tricked you, and I'm sorry. No, no, just what he thought. He found someone, man.

Mentioned the Triumph bikes, I guess. British brand. Hey, why not? Everywhere the philosophers still exist in China. You see, can't trust anyone, can you? Find out where Volgin was hiding the Philosopher's Legacy and steal it. So I infiltrated his base as a KGB spy. The 2 NSA codebreakers who defected in 1960 were actually both men.

The real Adam never showed up at the meeting place.

Saving me the trouble of having to eliminate him. She didn't say to go. She didn't say to go. I said this, and you and Sokolov and Volgin, you all believe me.

The philosopher's legacy was originally held in common between the US, Soviet Union, and China. We couldn't let the Russians and the Americans take it all for themselves. The Chinese government had its eye on the legacy too. I did forget after Bruce— Bruce, I got the film containing the legacy and also the nuclear missile launch data from the

Shagohod. 5 years ago, the Soviet Union stopped supplying us with nuclear weapons technology. Since then, China's Liandong, Yixin hydrogen bomb and space rocket projects have fallen behind. But with this data, our country will be able to develop its own nukes. We'll create a deterrent force to rival those of the US and Soviet Union. Everything going on thanks

to your help. I knew it's too good to be true. I too am one of the philosophers. I'm an agent of the philosophers, a graduate of one of their charm schools. Poor Snake, man. I was raised— I'll never get to love anyone. Chinese facility. This was before the war. Back then, they were collecting children from all over

the world. As a result, I'm indistinguishable from a native-born American, so it didn't surprise me when even Vulcan couldn't tell the difference. But she knew right from the beginning. She knew because before the war, she was at one of the philosopher schools too, as an instructor.

The boss was the only one I couldn't fool. She was the only one who knew I was a fake. Oh, she told me everything.

Why did she open her heart to me like that? At the time, I couldn't understand it, but now I think I do.

Snake, she wanted you to know the truth. She chose me to tell you.

That's why she saved my life.

I lied to you so many times. Not this time. My orders from the government were to obtain the Legacy and to eliminate everyone who knew the truth about what happened. In other words, I'm supposed to kill

Why all the women got their boobs out like that?

And I intend to keep it.

Damn. I just wanted you to know. And you have to live.

Oh man.

I just feel for Snake, man.

You never— you never care about anyone.

Everyone he loves, triple, double, quadruple-crosses him. Listen to me. She didn't betray the United States. No, far from it. She was a hero who died for her country. She carried out her mission knowing full well what was going to happen.

Self-sacrifice, because that was her duty.

It's all fake. It's all fake.

I'll take the metal one.

You are above even the boss. I hereby award you the title of Big Boss. Big Boss.

I'm the Big Boss, man.

I'm the— he's the big boss.

Just shake his hand. Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh, what a depressing end. What a depressing end.

Oh no. You know, we could use an infiltration unit like Fox in the army. Yeah, I bet. Like him to handle our top secret sneaking missions for us. I bet. A man who combines the qualities of a soldier and an agent. The boss's defection was a ruse set up by the US government. It was all a big

drama staged by Washington so they could get their hands on the Philosopher's Legacy. Oh my God, and the Boss was the star of the show. They planned it so that they could get the legacy that Colonel Vulcan inherited and destroy the Shadow Hut at the same time. Only a legendary hero like the Boss could have earned Vulcan's

trust. Finding out where the Philosopher's Legacy was hidden was to be her greatest mission. Everything Everything was going according to plan.

But then something happened that no one could have predicted. Colonel Volgin fired an American-made nuclear warhead at Sokolov's research facility. Khrushchev demanded that the U.S. government provide proof that it wasn't involved. They couldn't just abort the operation to steal the legacy, so the operation itself was Greatly expanded and revised. Oh wow. Yeah, I mean, that is a

fucking crazy thing to do. Washington knew that in order to prove its innocence, they'd have to get rid of the boss, and that one of their own would have to do the job. The public couldn't be allowed to find out about it, not ever. This, they concluded, would be the best way to keep the whole thing under

wraps.

Oh, oh man.

Oh, I did have a feeling that it was something along those lines.

Oh man, it's a blessing.

So she's the boss. Future generations will revile her.

In America, as it Despicable traitor with no sense of honor, and in Russia as a monster who unleashed a nuclear catastrophe.

She will go down in Russian history as a war criminal. I will never understand her. That was her final mission.

And like a true soldier, she saw it through to the end.

But I think she wanted you, of all people, to know the truth.

She wanted to live on in your memory,

not as a soldier. We should bring that around today. I know it is the best, but she was forbidden to tell you herself.

That's why she told me.

This time, no one will ever know what she did.

No one will ever learn the truth. The

music's too loud.

Who the fuck is she? Why am I supposed to care?

What, so she's Snake's mum?

Oh, okay. He killed his mum.

Brezhnev becomes the first secretary of the Communist Party with Khrushchev as premier. Counting the social limitations, the attack wasn't enough in terms of economic gain. Okay, this is the back of the government.

Parametric establishment of nations post-parametricism. Okay. Major Zero just found Fox. The United States continues to remind us that by this strange relationship with Japan, Lost the change of name to Patriots. Oh, the brothers really are the Patriots?

Okay, Big Boss established Foxhound. The 1920s are less than 100 years.

The sons of Big Boss are born.

So we okay. So we are Big Boss. Why did Big Boss coin himself? Snake that we play in the game is the son. Oh, the one we just played. Snake, this is paramedic. I am sensing a heavy rise in blood pressure within your body. We have lost contact with you. Snake snuck to eat. Also don't trust the

Chinese snake. I see dog be a band. People who donate so easily. Someone donated some money for a TTS and he banned them, and I don't even understand why really.

If people are even a tiny bit edgy, he's like, oh no, no, no, ban.

Clamps down hard, make sure his community isn't toxic.

Maybe it's wise. Maybe this one is my favorite. I don't know. I'd have to ban all of you if I was like that.

That's so good, man.

I think he's like really self-aware to not let his community become like ice Poseidons, maybe.

What a game, huh? What a fucking game.

Not very good. I don't really like it.

So she lives in a flat with like 6 roommates.

She says she doesn't like it because lack of privacy. Yeah, I bet. A 6-roommate flat

sounds horrible. She showed me a picture of the room. It's like a tiny little room. Like a guest house room. You remember my guest house from last year? It's like half the size of that. It's just got a bed in it and a little desk.

Today we are playing Metal Gear Solid, the PS1 game.

Oh shit, I just— I got it. The first one was so much better. Why was 3 so shit? It was so intense and the voice acting was all great with cool characters. Other print-on-demand platforms— enemies were so memorable.

That's not how you ask a guy a favor.

Liquid Snake was an amazing get in.

Oh, I'm up £1.70 on my long after a week of being down £200. Finally it's green.

It took me a week and now I'm at £1.60.

Nice

pro trader.

I'm hungry. It's nearly 8 o'clock. What am I waiting for? Oh yeah, I've got my broom already. I feel like I'm waiting for something.

I'm gonna make fried rice.

Actually, I don't know, I feel more relieved that I don't have to go on the date now. Although she's still talking to me, I feel like she's opening up more to me, telling me stuff, taking photos.

In a way, I feel relieved I don't have to go on a date, but also kind of sad. Otherwise, I'll never meet anyone. Fried rice with tandoori, bit of bacon, um, red pepper.

She

says she wants,

she wants, um, more privacy. Not to get involved with roommates. I said you can come stay at my place.

All the privacy, like, apart from when I wake up in the morning with my dick tight.

You know, it's actually kind of surprising how many people don't live on their own.

Like, they either live with their parents, like Weed Girl. Indian Girl lived with her parents. Gamer Girl, I can't remember. Spanish Girl lives in a flat with 6 people.

Feel like, damn, my living situation is pretty good.

I don't know why there's foam inside of the bin.

Well, she messaged me that other night, remember, saying she felt lonely. A bit strange

to tell

me that something is foaming up inside of the food waste bin.

Come on, this bit really slows me down.

Come on, get fucking—

I'm hungry anyway. So fucking sorry. Come on, peel the fucking— oh my God, I hate onions again. So annoying.

The longer it takes, the more it burns your eyes as well.

Oh

God.

Oh, I can't see.

Oh, my eyes.

Oh, oh, oh God, it stings. Oh, this onion's strong.

Nah,

oh geez,

the onion's like, no, don't chop me up, as it tries to fight you. Double corn.

This is how you make perfect fried rice.

No, it's not lamb, it's chicken. No, what, the bacon? Nice bacon.

I have perfected the fried rice recipe over many years.

Back

now to make room for the attic.

What

I do is I let the egg cook a little bit before I break the yolk. Um, garlic powder, salt, pepper.

And now you break the yolk,

and then I add the rice.

And then I incorporate the egg into the rice to make the rice start yellowing.

And then red beans.

Now mix it all up.

And then

keep mixing it.

And then you want to flatten it and let it start to burn a little bit.

Looks like

I was crisping.

Then a tiny bit of soy sauce.

I

need a bigger pan.

Really hope it's not too salty.

I think I put too much soy sauce.

Mm, almost too salty, but I think it's fine. That is how you make perfect rice.

Voilà,

perfect fried rice.

Oh yeah. Oh

yeah.

啊。

嗯。

啊。

嗯啊。

好。

Yeah.

Pretty good. It's weird, in the pan when I tasted it, it was kind of salty, but then after a while it didn't really taste very salty.

I feel like I could just finish this off.

There's not much left. I need to save room for KitKat.

To be honest, I might just finish it now. It's like 3 spoons.

I thought I was going to save some for tomorrow.

Last minute

skip, man.

Take

time.

Pretty

good dinner.

Oh, oh, oh yeah, getting cold now.

Chicken looks a bit dry though.

No, I don't play WoW.

Is it any good these days?

I just can't be bothered.

I feel like it'd be a bit sad playing it, like trying to go back to the past.

Seeing all those familiar places,

familiar faces.

God, I love this blanket. It's so nice. I don't think I ever would have bought one for myself.

The body loves it because it doesn't have to worry about generating its own heat anymore. The body hates having to waste calories on generating its own heat, so much that it will make you feel shit even if you're a tiny bit cold.

That's why warmth feels so nice. Your body's rewarding you, saying, I like this. We're not having to use our own resources,

although technically you are because it costs money.

Eating done.

Get ready to do it all again tomorrow.

Yay! I love doing the same thing every single day over and over.

Forever. Yeah, I heard Venus made a Discord. What, do they just say the N-word and stuff about Jewish people over and over?

The funny thing is she does all this and she's not even making any money. She's doing it for free. At least make a Kick account or something. That'd make her a partner straight away.

I don't understand. Maybe she just doesn't care about money because she's got loads.

Imagine doing it for free.

Imagine how many viewers she'd get if she streamed on Kick. I feel like she'd be banned on Kick straight away though, because even on Kick you can't say like the N-word or be racist.

You can get away with a lot on Discord.

嗯。

What? Lotus is owned by China?

Ah, why is the UK selling everything off to China?

When did that happen?

Funny how China owns so much of the UK. Didn't even have to invade or anything, just bought them out. Apparently loads of the skyscrapers in Manchester funded by China.

China became so strong and rich and never even needed to invade anyone

or send armies overseas.

Everything feels so

quiet.

Like I was in this chaotic whirlwind mess of a life, and then all of a sudden

Everyone just disappeared,

and I'm just left floating in space,

completely alone.

Love life non-existent. My online presence obliterated.

It's like when you're experiencing your final moments after all the chaos and drama you had in life—

partners, bosses, coworkers, friends, enemies— after your whole life story played out, you're just laying there.

Maybe with a few family members,

and then it feels like none of it ever mattered.

And then you let all of it go, have a moment of peace, and then you slip away.

All the drama. None of it ever mattered.

All just childish games.

嗯。

嗯。

There's only one beer left. One bottle is empty. Took me 2 months.

2 months later.

The Tesla Driver. A broken— Behold, the Tesla Driver. A broken man in therapy. He can't handle it anymore. Even his Autopilot can't navigate this crisis. Once, his moral superiority soared. Now, it has crashed like the Tesla stock price. He tried everything. He even pasted the I bought this car before Elon went crazy bumper

sticker, but people still think he's a loser. Psychologists beg, stop mocking Tesla owners. We have real patients to help and can't waste time on these man-childs. Ah yes, the Tesla driver. The only certainty he has left, his Patagonia body warmer, which he clutches like a life vest, desperately hoping it will keep him afloat in a world that

no longer sees him as special.

If you ever feel like you're stuck in a completely useless job, just remember, somewhere out there, Someone spending their day assembling indicators at the BMW factory. A task of dedication, precision, and absolutely no purpose whatsoever. Truly, a masterpiece of wasted effort.

If you ever behold the BMW driver in his natural habitat, cruising over the open motorway, A concrete savanna all to himself. But suddenly a shadow appears on the horizon. Oh no, it can't be. A Prius grazing lazily in the left lane, going precisely 90 kilometers per hour, determined to single-handedly

police the speed limit and save the world. You should thank him for not being able to speed. The BMW is stuck. It cannot pass. It flashes its headlights desperately, but the Prius does not move. This is his territory. Saving the world, one blocked BMW at a time. Ah yes, the left lane. If you ever feel— Shh! Be

very quiet. We're witnessing something truly extraordinary. Right here in its natural habitat stands a BMW using its blinkers. It's an event so rare that some believe it to be a myth, but now here it is. For decades, scientists have debated whether the BMW's blinkers would Purely ornamental. Behold,

the Ozempic junkie. She has tried everything: butterfly abs, fat burners, slimming tea— everything except exercise. There she sits. With one hand, she jabs Ozempic into her loose belly skin. With the other, she digs for comfort in a bag of Lay's. She always complains Ozempic is so expensive. And yet, funding her ultra-processed, high-fat, glucose lifestyle was never a

problem. She blames society. But when you ask, maybe it's not society, maybe it's you, she replies, if it's me, then society made me this way. She already bought a shirt in a size small. Only 230 Ozempic shots to go. Ah yes, the Ozempic junkie. Behold, the Birkenstock dude. His outfit looks like it came straight from a thrift

store, but costs more than your monthly rent. Behold, the iPad kid, locked into a dopamine machine. She's watching a video of Paw Patrol, and her chicken nugget and fries combo remains untouched. But wait, you thought I was going to roast the kid? No, no, no. Behold the parents. The father multitasking between a slice of pizza and Instagram

Reels. The mother on level 12,500 of Candy Crush while sipping an extra-large Coke Zero. The only real connection they have is a 5G signal. Ah yes, the iPad kid. But don't blame the Blame the ones who shoved the screen in her face and dared to call it parenting. Behold, behold the spiritual woman. Behold the cyclist. His marriage

is hanging by a thread. His wife wanted to go to couples therapy. He said no. Talking about your feelings is for losers. Instead, he bought a $12,000 bike, as expensive as as that new kitchen his wife wanted for years. It's a machine engineered for world champions. It's like buying a Ferrari and thinking you're Schumacher. In reality, he

averages 22 kilometers per hour and proudly uploads it to Strava with the caption, easy recovery spin. He even shaves his legs for aerodynamics. He rode to the top of Mont Ventoux and he only shat pants twice. But hey, he made it. Ah yes, the cyclist, because it's easier to ride a bike than to talk to his wife.

Behold the mirror selfie. After taking 63 nearly identical photos, she finally decided to bless the world with this one. Do not be fooled, it's not about the smile, it's about the butt cheek, perfectly balanced between gravity and leaning on the sink. And of course, the caption reads, felt cute, might delete later. But she never, ever deletes it,

and reshares it at least 6 times to her story. Ah yes, the mirror selfie. Proof that evolution can

backwards. Behold. I always had a feeling I was a wanker. I think deep down I knew. I didn't realize quite how much of a fucking wanker I was until I took that leap of faith and unlocked my true wanker potential. The transition happened fast. I walked in, I saw that M Series, I said, someone get me a

fucking coffee, I'm buying this car. I said, what does it come with, a tank of petrol? I want a tank and a half. I was a wanker before I left the Show of flaw. I drove off the courtyard, saw an old school friend. I said, "What are you driving these days? A Kia? Fuck off!" I over. Guten

Morgen. Ah, didn't you hear the alarm at seven twenty? Yeah, yeah. You've already been snoozing for three minutes, but you didn't miss much. Just me letting in some fresh air. Naked. Yeah, but after ten minutes I have to close them again. It's called Stoßlüften. Do you know it? Stoßlüften. Yeah, so now we have relaxed seven minutes to

cuddle, or we could use that time so I can show you how to properly wipe the glass doors off my shower. Yeah, I know you did last night. That's why. Anyways, you really drive me fox devils wild. Just like like last night when you ordered those super expensive spritzgetränke. Yeah, I think I just had a beer, but

still went for the fifty fifty because you. So cute. See you tomorrow.

Okay.

I know I'm not perfect, but I want to be everything you dream of. I want to be the man who understands you, not just the big things. But the small details. There's a rumor these are going to be illegal soon. This is the bao form B.

Oh my God, this sound, this sounds crazy.

Behold, the Honda Civic driver. The car is loud and lowered beyond necessity. His life philosophy? Simple. Wait until the VTEC kicks in, bro. Oh God, please no. Of course he has a vape. He inhales deeply. His lungs have no regrets. What follows is not speed, but a cloud of synthetic cheesecake unicorn punch. Ah yes,

the Honda Civic driver, because boosting his ego was cheaper than therapy. Behold the Peugeot EQ08 driver.

My feet are sweating under this.

Suck my toe.

Do it.

Behold the failed YouTuber,

miserable every day because she's not famous anymore.

Oh, boring.

And I thought the date might bring something new to my life.

Just another disappointment.

I forgot how old she was.

26. How come she's living in a flat like a teenager, a college dorm

with 6 other people? What kind of life is that?

I might start cutting my hair tomorrow.

Otherwise, it's gonna look ridiculous next month.

Like a helmet, as you guys like to say.

My mom used to say that too. Daniel's hair looks like a helmet.

That's just the shape hair

grows into when it's just long, because the head is round, isn't it? What else is it going to look like? A coconut?

It's like saying any woman with long hair looks like she's got a mop. Hair looks like a mop.

Take stupid rubbish out.

Oh, can't be bothered.

嗯。

Oh,

guess

I'll take Rubber shirt. Since you're too lazy to do it, guess I've got to do everything around here.

Do

it quickly.

Easy.

Oh.

Rubbish. Oh, I missed this bottle. Fucking hell, I can't be bothered. Wait until next week. Rubbish out.

Oh,

spasm.

Hard living alone, got to do everything by myself. Oh. Warm. Oh, nice, very nice.

The only thing I have to do is house chores. What else am I gonna do? If I had like a magic robot that did my cleaning and cooking, I would have nothing to do all day.

What would I even do? I don't even play video games.

No, no, no, my name's Linda. I'm a public— Shittiest cat breed, the tuxedo twat. It's a sneaky bastard in a suit. They strut around like they're auditioning for Downton Abbey, knocking shit off shelves and giving zero fucks. You're not a cat owner, you're staff. These posh little shits have the nerve to look classy while eating like they've

been starved for days. Fish fingers? Gone. Your Sunday roast? Vanished. And then they puke it all up on your new rug. Cheers, mate. Potholes are becoming a real problem in the UK. Except when that happens. We're live in the city. If you bought a phone last week, the Poco X6 Pro is— The person you love most is

also the one who triggers you most. That's not a coincidence. It's how love actually works. Your partner isn't there just to make you happy. They're there to show you the parts of yourself you've been avoiding, the wounds you haven't healed, the patterns you keep repeating. Oh God, the way they make me depressed. Vulnerable. That's not a problem

with your relationship. That's love doing its job. Real love doesn't just comfort you. It forces you to grow. It holds up a mirror to your worst habits and deepest fears. It makes you confront the version of yourself you'd rather ignore. That's why relationships are so hard. You're not just dealing with another person. You're dealing with everything they

bring up in you that that you thought you had handled. Love isn't supposed to be easy. It's supposed to change you. The person—

Beauty, isn't it? Twenty-five p. It could be yours. Let's have a look at what it's. Say sorry. Yeah. I'm sorry. Hahaha. Huh? 안녕하세요. 예 예 예 다 하예.

오待たせしました。ありがとう。これは何ですか？

これ は 何 です？ あ、 これは 何 です？ これは 何 ですか？ これは 何 です？ あ、 うん？ あ、 何 です？ もう 嫌 だ よ これ も。 I know that fried. もう 嫌 だ よ これ も。 Every day simple なん で だから 嫌 だ って んだ よ お 前 聞 か ない の が 私 に も おい しい もの 食べ

た。 I know that fry is put in the tomatoes. Okay. He clogged my boyfriend's toilet, so I put the took the poop out and put it in his cat litter box. And he asked if I pooped in it. I said no, please. This cat has been dead for a week. Please pick me up. He clogged my boyfriend's

toilet. Poiling, so I put the poop out in the cat litter box, and he asked if I pooped in it. I said no, but you— just

look how clear that is. So you've got a car but you haven't got a heads-up display, so this one simply plugs into your OBD port under your steering wheel. It does come with a sticky pad. What the fuck is that? What the fuck is that, a fucking cat? Hey, don't fucking look at me like that. That's a—

there is no meaning to life.

Nothing matters. Nah, I don't buy that. If that's the case, then why does every single living organism yearn for life? To pass on their genetic code. Sure, but why do living things even want to do that? You're assuming there is a why. That's faith. And you're assuming there isn't a why. That's faith too. Atheism isn't a religion.

Should we spray paint the wheels on my Fiesta? They're currently looking a little bit worse for wear, and they are simp—

Imagine you live in LA with your boyfriend. You need to know your shits if you want to be British. For instance, horseshit means

butt cheek. Where's my iPad? Come and sit down. No, where's my iPad? Come and sit down, Miley. Miley, people who feel irritated. This power station can run your fridge for 15 hours, your coffee maker for over 20 hours.

Behold the Matcha Clean Girl sipping a $9 green slush in a plastic cup wearing a $200

Small and fast, lovely.

Oh my God, it's not fair! You're cooking in a burnt pan, you fucking dick! Oh my God, leave it, leave it, leave it! Just fucking leave They're gonna blow fire in your face, you fucking donkey! He brings that pissing over, and the big surprise is the fucking bass is fucking raw! What the fuck is going on? Where's

the lamb sauce? Come on, man, I just need this. Where's the lamb sauce? Right here.

People who rarely initiate contact with others. Brother, may I have some oats?

No. Where's been catching up with you? It's been old. Gandalf, this is the fourth major outage in less than two months. We're under a lot of scary place. Why do I see everyone get this? I'm asking my Japanese mom to tell me what— Do you know the invisible string theory? It is said the universe will keep 2

people apart until the timing is right. And this is how I stay happy. I eat bread. One loaf a day, at least. So post-Japan depressionism, they want me to house illegal immigrants. The chives and lasagna, it's my favorite. Give me that. Did you catch your game last night? We were driving in the minivan, just me and Mommy.

Okay, thinking about moving to Japan, but the person you love most is also the one who triggers you most. Why is it the same? It's how love actually works. It's the same dialogue. Isn't there just to make you happy. They're there to show you the parts of yourself you've been avoiding.

It's the same dialogue but a different video. The way they make you feel exposed and vulnerable, that's not a problem with your relationship. That's love doing its job. That's it, it's official.

Ah, the gym scroller. This is his territory. He has claimed this machine, and he will not surrender it. He is not here. There exists a world that you can only reach between 3:11 AM and 3:17 AM. Before you travel, I must advise you of a few rules. All right, so you guys all— If snails are so— Cut

it. If snails are so slow, why does nobody ever see them coming? It's always like, damn snail. It's never like, hey, you see that snail over there? It's always this. If snails are— cut it horizontally first. Oh, I don't— I show you on order. Who's that one person you love so much it hurts? The one you'd drop

everything for? The one who doesn't even have to ask? They've seen you at your worst and stayed. They know your silence, your laugh, your tired eyes. You don't need a reason to love them. You just do. And you'd carry their pain if you could, because somehow their happiness feels like yours too. They're your constant, your safe place,

your favorite kind of love. And if they ever forget what they mean to you, you'll remind them again and again. My favorite thing is to admire you while you're not looking. My favorite thing is to see you smiling and laughing. My favorite thing is to spend time and talking with you. When a man who's never been appreciated

crosses paths with a woman who has never been loved the right way, that's not just a couple, that's a powerhouse. That's two people who have been through hell. They pulled themselves out of the fire alone. Temu has restarted. The way I value people makes me wish I had someone like me in my life. Sometimes I long for

the same appreciation and understanding I give others. The way I care, treat, and love the people around me makes me hope I could meet someone exactly like me. I have a happy person. And a sad soul. I can go from feeling incredibly confident to terribly insecure. I love hard but at times feel heartless. I'm outgoing yet prefer

to be alone when healing and hurting at the same time. Man's living by one rule. People who go silent when something hurts them aren't giving you the silent treatment. Their silence is a trauma response. It's called emotional withdrawal. They learned that speaking up gets them misunderstood or dismissed. So now when they're upset, they shut down completely. Inside

their head, they're explaining everything perfectly— how they feel, what went wrong, what they need from you. But those words never make it out because staying quiet feels safer than being misunderstood again. So they handle everything alone. They disappear into themselves until the hurt passes, never asking for help, never explaining why they pulled away. Sometimes they're the loudest

person in the room, funny, sarcastic, talking about everything except what matters. But when they're actually hurting, they stay silent. They don't need you to fix them. They need something. These are signs your partner has an anxious attachment style. The closer you get to someone, the more clearly you see their flaws. That's reality. It's why marriages fail, why

friendships fall apart, and why people walk away. You might think you love someone until you see how they act when they're broke, stressed, or desperate. But love is something else entirely. Love isn't just a feeling, it's a choice. It's standing by someone even when their worst traits surface. It's patience, kindness, and sacrifice. Love isn't easy. It hurts.

It tests you. But real love means seeing the darkness in someone and choosing not to run. When you love someone, you learn things you never imagined. Love opens your eyes to truth you wouldn't dare face otherwise. It's through love that even life's darkest moments reveal threads of hope and resilience. Fuck your work deadline. There's a certain— fuck

your work deadline. If you make it, you make it. If you don't make it, you don't make it. Fuck it. It is not life. It is only work in the greater scheme of things. Your work deadline is absolutely meaningless. There's a certain type of person who grows more distant from their parents as they age. They don't share

their struggles, their joys, or their dreams. For them, home isn't a place of comfort. It's a source of pain. They go weeks, even months, without calling home. And when they do, it feels like a chore, a box to check, rather than a rather than a connection to cherish. They'd rather confide in strangers than their own family. From

a psychological perspective, this is known as avoidant attachment. These individuals value independence above all else. They see relying on others as a weakness, and when relationships get too close, they pull away. This distancing often stems from For some, it begins with a parent who never seemed to care. A joy killer. No matter what they achieved, it was

never enough. A good grade? Why weren't you first? A thoughtful gift? What a waste of money. That's just like my mom. Controlling parent. They mask their demands as love, saying, I'm doing this for you, or, where's your conscience? But their words Parents don't nurture, they control. They leave no room for the child's voice, their desires, or their

individuality. Children raised in these environments grow up feeling like they're never enough. They learn to suppress their emotions, to avoid conflict, and to keep their distance. They carry this into adulthood, struggling to form deep, meaningful connections. But here's the truth: the distance you feel isn't your fault. The walls you've built were once a way to protect yourself,

but now they're keeping you from the love and connection you deserve. Healing begins with acknowledging the pain. Allow yourself to feel the sadness, the anger, the disappointment. These emotions are valid. They're a part of your story, but they don't have to define your future. Tell that child within you, you did nothing wrong. You are worthy of love,

of care, of understanding. Start by loving yourself fully, unapologetically. You are not the mistakes of your past. You are not the pain you've endured. You don't have to carry this weight alone. Surround yourself with people who see you, who value you, who remind you of your worth. And remember, You are not broken. You are healing, and that

is enough. There. あ れ まだ お 風 呂 入 って な かった の？ え あと もう 少 し で 入 る わ。 いつ も そう やって 面 倒 が って 夜 遅 く な っちゃ うん だから。 If your whole identity is healing, a good relationship is just two people saying, "Hey ." Life is hard, but I want

to do it with you. That's it. It's not a highlight reel. It's not always romantic dinners or grand gestures. Sometimes it's folding laundry together and sending each other memes when words feel like too much. Love isn't always loud. Sometimes it's just choosing each other again and again.

Together anymore, but I just want you to know I'm so grateful for everything we did. All the intimate and personal moments we shared together are truly memories I will never forget. You taught me so much and gave me something I never had— true love. And if I had the opportunity to relive every moment we had, despite knowing

that it wouldn't end out well, I would relive it just to remember how it felt to be loved by you. I still love you so much, and I hope you're accomplishing everything you wanted in life. I'll always be here for you, and I love you forever. No matter how much time passes, a part of me will always

belong to you. You were my safe place, my heart's home. I never told you this, but you are so special to me. I can't explain how lucky I am to have you in my life. Gets easier when you stop expecting everything to go your way. You won't get every job you want. You won't win every relationship. You

won't land every opportunity you chase. And that's fine. That's normal. That's life for everyone, not just you. Sometimes things fall apart despite your best efforts. Sometimes people leave despite how much you love them. Sometimes opportunities disappear despite how hard you worked. You can break down about it, cry, scream, feel sorry for yourself for a day or two,

but then you have to get back up and keep moving. Just because something didn't work out doesn't mean you're a failure. It doesn't mean you're not good enough. It just means that specific thing wasn't for you right now. Maybe it was the wrong timing. Maybe you dodged a bullet. Maybe something better is coming. Stop taking every rejection

as proof you're not worthy. Start seeing it as redirection toward what's actually meant for you. Did you know why you feel sleepy when talking to your partner? It's not boredom. It's actually your body telling you you're safe There's a specific kind of grief for who you were before you knew better. A nostalgia for when life felt lighter,

when people were just people, not potential disappointments waiting to happen. Remember trusting without questioning, when someone's word was enough, when you didn't need proof or explanations because believing came naturally. Naturally, that version of you didn't know how much the truth could hurt. Then someone you love taught you differently, and for the first time you asked why. Why

would they promise things they never meant? But the truth about me is I never fake care for any— The day I met you, I had no idea that you would become everything to me. According to psychologists, one of the biggest challenges for overthinkers is that when they become deeply attached to someone, their entire mood can hinge on

how that person responds to them. They are highly sensitive to other people's emotions, able to detect even the smallest changes in behavior. It's crucial to learn how to regulate your emotions, because if your emotions control you, it can lead to harm either to yourself or to others. If you love someone, Someone who tends to overthink, there are

important things you should understand. What may seem like neediness is often rooted in fear. Trust that no one is more exhausted by an overactive. Behold, the Homo sapiens in its most fragile state—the morning after a night out. He was only going. You showed up in my life unexpectedly, and you became everything I needed when I had no

idea. Idea what I was looking for. I fall in love with you more and more each day, not just through the ways you find to take care of my heart, or how you always make me feel like I have someone I can lean on.

Oh, fuck.

But through the sincerity revealed in your eyes and the intention behind every word you say, you make it impossible not to notice you. And now I see pieces of you everywhere, even in ordinary things. Ordinary moments that suddenly feel so important. You're always the first person I want to talk to, tell about my day, my deepest thoughts.

And goodbyes feel like losing something valuable every single time. You matter in ways I can't fully explain, and that's how I know it's real, because loving you feels essential.

Have you ever seen love turn into hatred in the blink of an eye? With a narcissist, it happens so fast it will make your soul shake. One second, they're telling you that you're the love of their life, the reason they breathe. And the very next second, almost mid-sentence, their eyes change. The warmth disappears. And what stares back

at you isn't love anymore. It's venom. It's something inhuman. This isn't normal anger. This isn't frustration. This is hatred so raw, so vile, you can feel it radiating off their skin. It's like they want to burn you alive with their glare. And here's the terrifying truth, they mean it. A normal person argues, but deep down, they hold

on to the love, the history, the good times. They can't erase all of that in a heartbeat. But a narcissist, their mind doesn't work that way. They live in black and white. And the moment you trigger that switch, You are no longer someone they love. You are the enemy. And enemies to them are not just disliked. They

are hated, destroyed, annihilated. And when that switch flips, it's dangerous. Because that hate doesn't go away after the fight. You might think the argument is over, that peace has returned. But they don't forgive. They don't forget. They collect. They hoard every wound, every mistake, every flaw like ammunition. And when the moment comes, They'll unload it all on

you like a weapon. And this is the part that will break you. It only gets worse. Every fight digs the pit deeper. Every reconciliation is fake. Because the truth is, nothing is ever resolved in their world. It festers. It grows. Their hatred multiplies quietly, like poison in your veins. And if you ignore it, if you stay too

long, you'll discover the darkest side of a narcissist. That when they hate you enough, they don't just want to argue anymore. They want to see you suffer. They want to destroy you. That's not love. That's psychological warfare. And if you're not careful, it will consume you. When an adult child chooses to cut ties with a parent, the

reaction is always the same. But she's your mom. But he's your dad. You only have one parent. Yet no one ever asks, how could you treat them that way? Why is the burden of the relationship always placed on the child? Why is the expectation always to forgive, to maintain a bond no matter the damage? Parents are meant

to protect, nurture, and love unconditionally, but not every parent does. Some manipulate, neglect, or harm the very people they were supposed to cherish. And yet, When the child finally chooses themselves, they are the one met with blame. A relationship is a two-way street, even between parent and child. Love isn't a birthright; it's earned through care, respect, and

kindness. If a parent loses their child's love, maybe the real question isn't why did they leave, but why did the parent make staying impossible. When an adult child— you can't save your parents. You can't change their habits or make them see what they don't want to see. One of life's most painful and important lessons is that not

everyone wants to change, including our parents. Even if they are in a bad situation or are miserable, the familiar feels safe and change feels overwhelming. The greatest gift we can give our our parents is not to continue parenting them as we age. It's not about lecturing them, solving their problems. The hardest truth about love is that it

doesn't survive on its own. It survives because 2 people refuse to give up on each other. Love isn't destiny. It's showing up when you're exhausted. It's listening when you'd rather shut down. It's choosing them on days when the butterflies are gone. Because love will fade sometimes. The intense feelings, the excitement, the can't-live-without-you energy— it comes and goes.

That's normal. Real love isn't measured by how strong it feels in the good moments. It's measured by how committed you stay during the boring ones, when there's sick and difficult, when you're both stressed and snapping at each other. Anyone can fall in love. The movies make that part look easy. Sometimes the people with the worst past create

the best future. Pain teaches what comfort cannot. Deep suffering often builds strength and gives people the ability to see things as they truly are. The only reason you won't let go of what's making you sad is because it was the only thing that made you happy. You hold on to them because for once someone made you feel

like you mattered, even though they hurt you, even though they don't see you the way you see them, even though it's over. It's strange how that works. They break your heart, but you still want them. They become a stranger, but you remember when they weren't. They move on easily while you're stuck missing what you had. You keep

hoping they'll come back and be who they used to be, but people don't go backwards, and waiting for them means missing out on someone who could actually love you right. You can miss them and still move forward. You can love them and still let go. Sometimes people belong in your memories, not your life. That's just how it

is.

The more you grow up, the more you realize that none of us are easy to be with. You look here to my right. Whether or not a couple will eventually— you don't need a perfect relationship. That idea setting you up for disappointment. Stop waiting for someone who never argues with you. Or psychology shows that people with high

emotional intelligence often feel more lonely, not because they lack connection. Emotionally healthy people struggle with relationships because they see too much. When someone loves you, but they grew up in a home where emotions were ignored, where no one asked how they felt, only what they did, they learn to survive by shutting their feelings down. That's called childhood

emotional neglect, and it doesn't disappear when they grow up. It follows them into love. So they give you space when you need closeness. They stay quiet when you need words. They show up, but in a language shaped by survival, not connection. You hope they'll just know what hurts you, what you need, what you're waiting for, but they

don't. And slowly, love starts to feel empty. There in gestures, but missing in the moments that matter. Not because they don't care, but because no one ever taught them how to love in a way that feels safe. Unspoken expectations become quiet resentments. And one day, the distance is too wide to fix. Not— you don't need a perfect

relationship. How narcissists destroy you with flying monkeys. The narcissist doesn't just break up with you. They launch a smear campaign, a full-scale war designed to destroy your name, your relationships, and your peace. And their secret soldiers, flying monkeys. Let's break down how it starts, why they do it, how they pull it off, and what they gain from

it. Stage 1, the setup. The smear campaign doesn't start after the relationship. It begins while you're still with them. The narcissist is already laying the groundwork. They casually tell people, oh, they're so emotional. They overreact. They're unstable sometimes. It seems harmless, almost like small talk. But those words are planted like landmines, ready to explode later when you

finally stand up for yourself. Stage 2: The Reason. Why do they do it? Because the narcissist knows something terrifying. If your voice ever gets heard, the truth about who they are will burn their entire false image to the ground. So they strike first. They flip the script. Instead of you exposing them, they make sure everyone thinks you're

the toxic one. Stage 3, recruitment of the flying monkeys. Now comes the army. The narcissist needs allies. So they start recruiting your friends, your family, your coworkers. They cry, they lie, they exaggerate. They're so abusive. I gave everything. I don't know why they treat me like this. And the flying monkeys? They believe it. Because the narcissist is

a master manipulator. Who can fake vulnerability like it's an art form. Suddenly, the very people you thought would have your back become their messengers, their spies, their enforcers. Stage 4, the attack. Now the smear campaign goes public. The whispers turn into rumors. People start questioning your character. You feel isolated. You feel betrayed. You feel like you're fighting

a ghost army you can't even see. Everywhere you turn, there's a flying monkey spreading lies, Watching you, reporting back to the narcissist. This is

warfare. This is characterization. Five: The benefits they gain. So what's in it for the narcissist? Everything. They get sympathy. They get admiration. They get to keep their mask intact while you're left defending yourself against things you never even said or did. They get power, and most of all. They get silence because you're too busy fighting rumors to

speak your truth. Stage 6, the collapse. But here's the part they don't tell you. Smear campaigns don't last forever. Masks slip, lies unravel, and one by one, the flying monkeys wake up and realize they've been used. And when that happens, the narcissist stands exposed, not as the victim, but as the manipulator they always were. Having a sibling

means growing up with your There's no love quite like the love you have for your sister. She might steal your clothes, but she also stole your heart. What? It was the day she learned to breathe for the first time, and the day you were alone for the last time. If you break someone's heart and they still wish

you nothing but bad, that's how you know you've lost one of the good ones. The kind who would rather see you happy without them than miserable by their side. The kind who loves you quietly. Again, you crossed my mind. I missed you a little today. I wish I could tell you about my day again. I wish I

could share everything with you like before. Do you miss me? Do I cross your mind? I hope I do. We don't talk anymore. I don't ask how you are because you wanted me to stay away. It hurts, but I know it's for the best. If this message reaches you, I hope you're okay, happy with your life, happy

with someone you're able to love. A small part of me still wishes that someone was me, but I know we can't be anymore. There's no more us, and I need to accept that. Take care. I will always love you. I'll always love you, even if our paths never cross again. A piece of you will always stay with

me. I'll cherish the memories even as I learn to let go. No matter where life takes us, I hope you find all the happiness and love you deserve. And if one day you ever think of me too, know that I'm wishing you well from afar. If you want to learn edits like this, people who never— if you

want to learn edits like this, cold or heartless. In psychology, they're often described as having an avoidant attachment style. Let me teach you how to get your lick back without begging. What? Because true retaliation, it's not about rage, it's about preeminence. You don't fight fire with fire, you destroy the entire blueprint to the ground. Burn it all

down. Step— soulmates always find their way back to each other. A woman who was wounded by her father growing up, not having his emotional presence, not having his protection or safety, will grow up and attract men who will be incapable of being there for her. She will feel the need to control and demand to be seen, constantly

needing to be on edge and try to fix her man, to mold him into the father that she failed to have as a child. And as she does this, she'll be holding resentment towards him for unconsciously reminding her of this core childhood pain. And this will be met with resistance from the man, who will perceive the woman

as a mother that wounded him as a child. Both partners will be treating each other as a surrogate parent, subconsciously expecting their partner to change to ultimately be the ideal version of their parents, and both expecting each other to soothe their original childhood wounds. And just like a positive and negative charge, this toxic attraction will not stop

even if they change partners. The way out of this vicious cycle is to heal the original childhood trauma, meeting and reshaping that pain that the little girl inside is still holding on to. Not by dumping all your expectations, needs, and desires onto your partner, but by instead going within, healing the childhood trauma Meeting and reshaping this old

pain that the little girl is still holding on to.

Cut from the same cloth, am I right?

Oh God.

I'm scared.

Hold me.

So much water.

啊。

啊。

嗯，嗯，嗯，啊。

嗯，嗯。

All the rubbish is going to get wet outside.

I need to pee in my pants.

嗯。

嗯。

啊。

Another day done.

Ah,

the blanket's gone.

Behold.

Behold my massive cock.

Oh my God, it's raining every single day.

Every single day.

Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday. Are you fucking kidding me?

Oh my God.

How are

you?

And English tuition for just £3 an hour. My Headspace once in life.

You— I— Most people never realize that true love takes time to develop. It doesn't happen Right away, but gross. Oh God,

shut up.

That's all I get now, my algorithm.

嗯，嗯。

I got

absolutely nothing to do.

Nighttime drive in the rain.

Kit Hill.

No, I don't think so.

Would rather not.

嗯。

Not moving anywhere, staying here forever.

I feel kind of sad for that ice cream truck that came into the neighborhood. Sat there for like 10 minutes and then drove off. As if there's any kids here.

I remember it used to come to our house and start unbalancing when I was a kid.

All the kids would come running out.

I can't believe they still do that ice cream van.

Seems kind of weird buying ice cream from some strange guy in a van.

Times were different back then.

It's a higher trust society.

Tight-knit communities. Now everyone's just hiding in their houses on the internet.

We used to have the library truck as well.

It was kind of like an RV, like a camper van, but inside it was a library with all these books.

And then you had the milkman,

ice cream van.

Things aren't like how they used to be.

I don't understand why every attempt I have to move out and create my own life—

why does it always seem to end in failure? I just don't get it.

Does the universe not want me to move out of my mom's house? It's like something always ends up dragging me back there.

Either it's

crippling debt, lack of money, or intense homesickness.

I

don't know why I always end up rubber banding back there.

I keep trying so hard to move out, have my own life, a relationship. It always blows up in my face.

Probably save £1,300.

£900 rent, £100-ish council tax,

electricity, food. Never paid for this stuff at my mum's house. Save £1,400.

I could survive 3 months before storming out again.

Yeah, I'd hate it back home now. Imagine all the people coming to see my sister's baby as well.

I mean, non-stop. I don't know, relatives, maybe friends and the friends' mums. I'd never get any peace. I'd be stuck in my bedroom.

Everyone would get mad if I tried to stream downstairs.

I'd just be in my bedroom streaming the whole time. Can't go out the bedroom.

I don't think there'd be any moment where I could just walk around the house alone or go outside into the garden. Some random woman living in the fucking garden as

well. Imagine being a grown woman, you can't even get your own place, got to live in someone's fucking garden and shit. Pathetic.

A peaceful garden of

privacy and tranquility tainted by random strangers. Such a lovely garden.

I love the peace and quiet. He's surrounded by nature and then he's got all these random fucking people there.

What's the point of it? It's just ruined.

I'd just be stuck in my bedroom like back in 2021 before I moved to Manchester. Why did you think I moved to Manchester?

Going down to the kitchen was stressful. All these people there all the fucking time.

I miss my home and I miss my garden, but I don't miss all these people here.

It's ruined, blighted.

A serene paradise ruined.

I nearly exploded in a fit of rage when they was talking about bringing Ukrainian refugees into the house.

My sister kept trying to push my mum. She was like, oh, it was a good thing to do.

Fuck off. Ukrainian refugees in my fucking house. Get the fuck out of there.

My sister's parents-in-law got a Ukrainian refugee and she's been living with them ever since the war started. So 3 years, you got this random Ukrainian woman living with them.

How fucking stupid is that? Like, how is it our problem? Us, the citizens?

Why should we have to house Ukrainian refugees? We didn't start the fucking war.

All that orange shit.

And then this other

I can't stand it.

I mean, I want— I mean, I'm lonely but also want isolation, but it doesn't mean I want to be completely alone. But it also means I don't want just a bunch of random people coming to the house I don't give a shit about.

I'm very selective. With people. My mom is not like that at all.

It's like, as long as you've got a pulse,

then you're welcome.

She's— I mean, she doesn't talk to people, she talks at them. Like, if someone comes round, my mom would nonstop talk. It would be 90%— she would do 90% of the talking. I'd watch them talk and it's just my mom nonstop talking.

She just likes to talk.

She didn't kick out Pia. What are you talking about?

I kicked out Pia.

If I wanted her to stay, my mum would have been okay with it.

I kicked out Pia because I just broke up with Mila and I was all depressed and stuff,

and I wasn't in the mood for drama.

In hindsight, maybe I wish I let her stay a few nights.

I felt like maybe it was a bit harsh I got her to leave the very next day.

Could have at least let her stay a week.

Done a livestream, maybe.

No, me and Mila could not have lasted. She would have wanted me to stop doing YouTube.

She didn't like that I did YouTube. She kept trying to get me to change my content.

Be more positive.

That would have been the death of the channel.

I didn't want to live in the Netherlands. Boring. It's just like the UK, but they speak a weird language and it's more dangerous.

They always want you to change. In the beginning, they like you, and then they start finding flaws, and then they want you to change, and then if you don't change, they leave you. It's the power struggle.

2018 and '19, I seemed like I had things going for me. Channel was doing well, had good energy, people were interested in me. 2020 was the beginning of the decline where I became miserable and depressed. Started to realize that the thing that made the channel special was being in Japan and being with Chihiro and the marriage. Without

all that, the channel just became this depressing incels zone. Miserable wherever I go.

I realize I fucked up by losing the marriage.

It's what made the channel special, the vibes and everything. Thanks to Japan.

But I just didn't like Japan anymore. Grew to hate it. I was so excited when I got married. Couldn't believe I was gonna get a visa finally after all these years of

trying to figure out how can I moved to Japan,

I didn't think anyone would ever want to marry me. I felt like I, I got this secret cheat code to gain entry. Didn't have to study, didn't have to get a job.

A lot of my channel being good was because I was excited to be in Japan in the

beginning. 2017,

moving into Chihiro's place, getting married.

But I got bored.

I've never been in a relationship that lasted that long. I thought it's what I wanted, but then I got bored,

and then I felt like I had all these other options because of the channel blowing up.

After I got divorced and left Japan, the channel just started to fall apart. Started hating doing it,

and I could never get back the same energy that I had. I tried to fake it

Tried getting a girlfriend to try and recreate what I had, but it just never was the same.

It all went downhill when I got the apartment in Rotterdam.

I felt depressed and trapped.

I couldn't really create interesting content without doing stuff. Just me in a room, I can't really— I don't have the creativity to come up with good videos like that.

And it was really horrible there. I hated it. Not cozy. It was on a high street, like a shopping street. It was a shop. The building used to be a shop and it was converted. Had a shop window and everything.

I shut the curtains all the time.

One time me and Mila came back from shopping to the apartment and there was just some guy sitting on the step.

Felt kind of weird. Had beggars knocking on the door asking for money.

Massive family of immigrants living above, kids playing, chucking stuff into my garden, then knocking on my door to come and get it. The kid came into my apartment to go and get it.

Most of the time it's horrible finds to make.

I chose it because that's where me with it, obviously.

There was no future,

no prospects. That's why she dumped me. She could sense it.

I felt it too.

The city was a dump, dangerous,

and I don't know why we couldn't have gotten a place in the countryside. Also, she didn't want to live with me. She wanted her independence

and to be free.

I think the idea of her living with me, and I think it scared her.

I don't think she was ready for it. But I came from a marriage where we lived together every day. I was looking for a wife, a replacement wife.

Remember when Mita was like, oh yeah, we're going to Korea, and I said, oh, we're gonna live in the same apartment. She was like, no. And I was like, what do you mean no? She said, oh, I'll come see you once a week. I was like, what the fuck?

The fuck kind of relationship is that? We don't live together, you're gonna see me once a week?

She couldn't give me what I wanted. I wanted a wife, live together, all we have is each other. But she had all her friends and she was still young, wanted to party.

I felt so offended. I was like, what do you mean we're not gonna live together? Then what is this?

She really thought we were gonna go to Korea together.

She came to my apartment maybe

2 or 3 days out of a week, and then when I was alone, I'd just stream being depressed,

spouting out my misery. Which she did not like. She felt like I was blaming it on her or something.

It's not very attractive,

but what was I supposed to do there? I don't know what else to do in the Netherlands.

Yeah, I was happy when she was at my mom's house cuz we were together every day. I'm a very lonely person. When I have a girlfriend, I want to be with her every day. Not all day, but every day. I don't like it when we're not— I want to live together. I don't like it when she's like

coming over here a few days a week.

But when Mila was at my mum's house, we were together every day, so I felt pretty happy. She couldn't leave because of lockdown.

Foster was really good for me because she was clingy and And she also wanted to live together and stuff. I like that about Vasta.

I like that I was the most important thing in her life. I want to feel like that.

I feel like I'm a side piece.

We had so many nice moments, me and Vasta. You know, just like lazy Sunday, sitting around in the house not doing much.

I liked it when she gave me a face massage.

She used to give me a face massage a lot in the beginning, then she kind of stopped.

I like having my face pressed.

Korean girlfriend used to do that for me too. She'd get a hot towel, give me a face massage, and then I put my head on her lap and she'd clean my ears.

I like being looked after like I'm a dog.

But then I got all horny and I started fantasizing about sexual adventures.

As soon as I got to Japan, I just cheated so many times.

I just craved a different shaped body so badly.

Ah, might go to bed. Date's cancelled, no Spanish girl,

raining every day. Trapped in my house, zero human interaction. It's gonna be a tough one to get through,

but I'll do my thing like I always do.

Somehow I'll bounce out of this.

Don't know how, don't know when.

But after a crash, there's always a bounce to new all-time highs.

I made you jump, losers.

Scared of a little jump scare? Did you cry?

Damn, the rain's crazy.

I don't think I've heard it this hard before.

Yeah, it's nice when you're in bed.

Feels nice and cozy.

This beach looks really nice in Cornwall. Mexico, Towans Beach.

Look how— I mean, even from space you can see the yellow sand.

Look how big it is as well. Look, that's a massive beach. Why are there no people on it? Oh, it's November. I guess this one. I want to go there. 1 hour 20 minutes away. It's— look, it's all— you go all the way. 1 hour 20.

Look, from even from this far away, you can see it glowing. Look how big it is as well.

That looks like a nice beach.

Gwyddion Beach.

If it ever stops raining.

This beach is massive too. Beaches in Cornwall were really big

and sandy. Damn, look at the sand! That's like pure sand, no stupid stones. The hell are these people doing? Making a mess.

Look at that beach.

Why are there no people on it though?

Ligger, bae.

What's up, my ligger?

Cornwall has some nice beaches.

Look at Bude. Bude, you barely see the beach until you zoom right in.

Look, Devon coasts are more rocky, plus it's Saunton Sands.

Oh wow, look at that beach!

This beach looks massive as well.

I hope there's a few more days of sun, I want to go to a few more beaches.

Woolacombe Beach. What's this gray sludge? Brown sludge.

River Severn.

Yeah, I might do a drive to Cornwall if the weather's good.

So barren, but there's just nothing here.

Why is the University of Exeter not in Exeter, but it's in Falmouth? That's weird.

Well, I'm going to go to bed now.

Oh, good night.