God. Life. Whatever. Who cares. None of it matters. I can’t even fucking take it anymore. I’m actually dying. I’m literally falling apart and sinking into the void, which i would welcome if it would just hurry up and take me but instead i can only circle the drain for all time, never actually getting to ride the merciful sewer slide to oblivion.
Speaking of abject hopelessness and despair, here’s more Death Stranding. If you know anything about this game you know Sam has a condition called Dooms. Specifically he’s doomed to be eternally hounded by aggressive maniacs and can’t ever progress in life because he’s caught in a never-ending loop of dealing with the same stupid assholes forever. Relatable.
Sam Porter Bridges, Rambo, and me. All basically the same character, with the same Hellish plight. Fighting for my life against a world gone mad, full of people gone stupid. Will there ever be a point to it all? Will i ever know peace? Who the Hell knows? All i know for sure is the eternal truth, woe to the conquered.
I’m talking Rambo here because i do a Rambo in this video, which is when you give em a war they won't believe. You don't know how close i am to doing a Rambo for real, which could either mean some other Rambo related video is in the works, or i’ve finally fucking snapped and by the time you read this i’ll be hiding out in the woods sharpening sticks and throwing rocks at helicopters.