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Be aware that Gods were made in our image, and represent the worst of us; Especially what we hide from ourselves. They will forever be the enemy of progress and must be overcome in love and understanding... For it is their domain to hate and fear, and they cannot be challenged in their own arena. These constructs, which ultimately are us, can only be defeated through self-love and a desire to give such peace to all. Slack is the key to freedom. Free thyself. :jrbd:

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I am the left nostril of "Bob". I am a "Bob"damned Reverend, and you will show me the respect I paid for! I will marry you to a potted plant, I will excommunicate you from outer Mongolia, or worse, I will curse all your steaks to burn.

I aim to cast out all false profits, and no false slack will be good enough to cover the shame in your faces as you work yourselves to death for my mere amusement!! BEWARE!!!

Now say it with me: I'm mad too "Bob"!

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You overmen learn this from me: In the market place, nobody believes in overmen.

If you want to speak there, very well! But the mob blinks: "We are all equal. There are no overmen, man is man; Before God we are all equal."

Before God!? But now this God has died, and before the mob, we do not want to be equal. You overmen, go away from the market place!

Remember... If you are confused, you are only one step away from enlightenment.

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Should you encounter a SubGenius in the wild... The most important thing to remember is to never break eye contact. They see this as a sign of weakness and can attack even when unprovoked. For your own safety and well-being, send $35 to The SubGenius Foundation so you may receive remote psychosurgery to open your third nostril. The effluvium released from this minor operation will allow you to whiff-pstench out your own kind and no longer will you be in any danger from that moment on. Why wait!?

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Have you felt your whole life that maybe something is terribly wrong with you?

There is... But that doesn't mean you can't be among friends. Everyone wants to feel normal
and welcome. You can be! All functional mutants, Yeti descendant, frop smokers, and all manner of malcontents are welcome at the Church of the Subgenius, as long as your money's green.

I infer from this point of reference, a reality I have never seen, nor heard, but I know must exist, for it gives my suffering something to contrast against... A deep instinctual memory of something more drives me to know what sensations I have never felt, but feel more real to me and more like truth than anything real I've ever observed.

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When it all comes down to the line within this construct that is all I know and can conceive, as it was all I was programmed to receive... Well, let's just say all your worst fears are true and leave it at that. This extreme dynamic however allows me some insight, yet again, into wholly alien ideas to me, because I understand that every belief has an opposing construct that gives and takes value and meaning from the reality I know, but not the only one.

The key to a happy society is to install mirrors everywhere that make people look prettier than they are and maybe jingle keys in front of the people every now and then.

I am proud to be a shitperson. Because no one is claiming to be a shitperson, I don't have to worry about anyone else telling me what a shitperson would do.

What's the word for something that sounds like a really good idea until you think about telling anyone else?

Stormy's seal of approval on new cardboard scratch-n-stretch has been given. The peasants may sleep at night.

Lawful chaotic doesn't burn a forest down. They employ a massive workforce to deforest large areas at once and then sell the wood as toothpicks.

Is it normal to feel forced by my brain to do everything the hard way, or is that just me?

Not bad. Not great, but not bad.

1 hour science production. Need to double those numbers, those are rookie numbers.

30,000 logistics robots
20,000 construction robots

𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙀 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂

Sorry Onan, been in a state of stupor. I have received my secret coded pipe pin and I have begun using it to seed chaos as intended.

It's good that I have a complaint that my short duration personal savior is too recognizable and this is a good middle ground. People who ask generally say "what, are you in some kind of pipe club?" And "do you smoke a pipe?" To which I can grin and say "not since high school!" And leave them with that.

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