[h2][b]Rick Narcik[/b][/h2]
The power to manipulate the world how I see fit, eh...
Fucking finally. It took reality long enough to give me what I wanted. All I need to do now is kill those pricks at the top, and I can be free of everyone and everything if I like. Unless this is some sort of goddamn coma state, and I'm going to wake up back in the real world sooner or later with nothing to my name. If that ends up being what happens, fuck reality. I will strangle reality if it does that to me. I like having this strength... this power inside me... it feels good. Oh wow, that sounded gay as fucking hell. At least I didn’t say it out loud, or these assholes would probably go ahead and try to jerk me around for saying it. Can’t let that happen, can’t give them any hold over me… 
And then there’s this one fucker in a labcoat who thinks he’s better than everyone else. Every time, there’s someone who looks at the world and says to himself “well, clearly these people aren’t worthy of my time, I’ll just go ahead and stare down my bird-beak-for-a-nose at them”. People like that shouldn’t exist. They get in the way of my ability to not have to rely on people. It’s like, they’re the managers in every company, [i]every[/i] fucking company, and if you want to do well, you have to suck the cocks of the dickbag on the rung above you until you get to their level, and then it’s the same all over again with the managers of the managers, and over and over until you eventually get to a point where people actually vaguely begin to understand that you’re not a goddamn retard baby who can’t take shits on their own without either giving them diapers “just in case” or having somebody coach them through it like a pedophile teaching kids about anatomy, and even if you finally become the C.E.O. and get some degree of ability to make your own choices, you still have to rely on the people below you not to screw up their jobs and give them your hard-earned resources to make sure they don’t fuck everything up for you, and then they start looking at you up top like [i]you’re[/i] the asshole for having been shit on for so long, and it all goes round and round in a loop of dumbfuckery and eating your own infinite turds plus those of everyone around you, forever.
I refused to jump those hoops of horseshit in my previous life, hence my choice of income as an extension of my hobbies; I refuse to do it now, hence why I don’t even bother saying anything to the other idiots in the room as I calmly walk out after labcoat. I’ll have words with him, and they’ll be very definite about who the fuck is in charge of me. It’s not him, that’s for goddamn sure.