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B!tchfest: a healthy release for our non-roleplay annoyances.

People telling me what to believe: without ever questioning their own beliefs.

People telling me what to do with my property: while justifying that they don't have to do the same first because their activism does it by proxy.

People telling to love whatever: While these fags couldn't turn the other cheek if their dad bent them over and spanked them.

People telling me what to do with my time: while they don't even give an hour of their own to charities that support their belief structure or are in line with it.

People telling me who to favor: without so much as inspecting the trials and tribulations of those that they deem in a position to subserve another group.

People telling me the minds of classes like the poor: never so much as been in hundred meters of a poor person, let alone actually talked to one that wasn't one of their college or niche topic friends mouthing how they are in bad times. Actual factory workers and trash men are just moving shadows to these people.

People informing me on the ethics of businesses: without so much as taking a tour of a fucking factory or just talking to workers or employers and finding their issues without prodding and gotcha questions.

People mocking my sexuality: while they parade their own without shame of restriction.

People telling me morality or culture is relative in some way: suddenly I'm objectively evil when I suggest a point that is alien to their own.

People telling me without no testing their own beliefs on themselves first and foremost. No, not study. Test. You own your house, you own yourself, you own your land and you can formulate groups to own either if you don't. But you don't. Everyone ready to argue with everyone else as to why their beliefs work but themselves, whom should of been the first opponent.

Which pisses me off most. Because I like the idea of people testing out their own philosophies and ideas on living. It's fucking cool. Even the politics I don't like I'd still like to see reports and see how their little community copes...because people are motherfuckinng. precious man. It would be neat. Hell. If there was an organisation for hleping folks set that shit up I'd volunteer to help.

Anyway. That'a my. motherfucking. attempt at a political bitchfest, brothers. What's my score?

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@Buddha

I didn't even notice I had. a motherfucking. post count. That shit is like the door in doctor who, brother. It was out of my eye until now.

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@Tulpa@Buddha

She's gone back systematically and changed every post she's made from cs sheets to rp post to a heart emoji.

That's, motherfucking. dedication.

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X marks the spot. What do I, motherfucking. win?

(Interactive Comic) Beep Boop I Hear Voices!

#AI 03 02 "I second the motion to nicely take its wallet. It might not allow you to identify it visually but surely any documents would allow you to discern its species at the very least. That is vital to applying first aid. Oh, also ask it if it needs first aid. Nicely."



You shuffle through the precarious persona various orifice and openings, coming across a plethora of widgets and a keyring with a small sign that says "Females dig it because these are my digits" which despite your programming strong insistence that you don't potentially rob from a possible human caves in from whatever malfunctioning part of your code that makes you feel a fake sense of avarice.

You finally find a wallet, in it is a 1000 credit on its card. A picture of an salivating slime ball with a love heart plastered on it and a card of some sort depicting a Tenticaltoid.

You question as to why this enigma would have such a card, perhaps your code is failing and merely thinks it is human. Maybe it's a thief, maybe he is actually a trans-species post operation. Maybe this isn't his wallet at all and someone placed it there. So many questions. So little answers.

YOU GAINED: 1000 credits.

An identity card.

A loving pictogram of a sweet, drooling slime ball.

A nifty keychain.

You're not suppose to take items from potential living beings but a quick debate from the ambiguity center of your brain on moral issues has a long argument that is more a shouting match in numbers than it is a philosophical debate from things imitating a conscience. Finally a big fat: 45% of potential core moral conduct break is shown.

Yes! Greed provided by the slim arbitrary prediction that it might not be technically the immorality that we suspect from a highly possibly bias algorithm!

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You peruse the body for any sign of damage that you can find but besides from the vague notion of blood on its back you have no way of telling what this creature is. You consider applying first aid but your GIANT CLAMP like hands do nothing but press harshly against his tender flesh.

It doesn't react.

You sooth him with a whispering explanation of his possible fate with max volume in his ear, just in case he is hard of hearing.

"HELLO POSSIBLE HUMANOID. YOU ARE IN POSSIBLE STATE OF DEATH. IF YOU ARE DYING, PLEASE INFORM ME"

He doesn't react. You don't know what is worse, that fact that you have woken up in the trash with no recollection to any possible memories of personality that you may of had or the fact that you are clumsily molesting this man with a screeching vocal system and cold steel limbs while he could be dying gives you a strong suspicion as to why you may of woken up in the trash without owner or knowledge.

AWAITING INPUT: _ _______

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boys go to jupiter to get more stupider

People go to Pluto to

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No they don't because Pluto is not a planet

(Interactive Comic) Beep Boop I Hear Voices!

Bump: if you are reading the comic so far and enjoy it. Please post a command. The more commands the better guys.

Also. I will not be using the mention tool in AI tags because it makes the code look bad. I'm going to start posting them under the page in a hider.

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