I tried to go on break in a weird spot today. They cockblocked me. They told me to go to a normal spot that wasn't on the sidewalk. Bullshit. I wanted to spy on people cause there were unknown cars in the lot. And because I'm still trying precognition to beat criminals.
Cause why not? I'm bored.
Anyway, it's some regular employees and a Supervisor.
"Jacob, why are you stalking people?" Supervisor B asks annoyedly.
"I'm trying to beat technology so I can be a security guard." I say with amused seriousness.
They all glare at me.
"Just give up, we don't need a security system. You said it before, we're too based." Senior Op Dave says annoyedly.
I stomp my foot, eyes watering, with a fist closed tightly. And remember my favorite line from a hoe Captain in New Fantasy 10.
"Where there's a will, there's a way." I say hopefully through tears.
"Just give up. You're not even allowed to do it, I don't vouch for you." Repo says sternly.
"Yeah, none of us do. Weirdo. Quit being a loser and work harder." Senior Op Dave says with stern annoyance.
"Yeah, but I want Security Guard." I whine with determination.
"Just give up, you're not allowed!" Repo says angrily.
I walk off. I'm mad because people are dicks. They cockblock me on being a security guard already. So now I card game out of boredom and to prove I'm better than everyone else. Who cares if I'm illegal? That just means we're on European Extreme mode. Which means who gives a fuck, I was already there. Technology be ballin' too hard. It just means I get nagged or fired if I card game too hard. Which just means no forbidden areas, and vibe guard lightly. Sad rules, but we rock with it. Too hard, cause we win games somehow. Maybe. I better fucking win, I'm gonna be a security guard eventually. It's my only chance to be an adventurer.
It's not here I can pop off anyway. I was just card gaming co-workers cause I was bored. Gotta game the hood sometimes, they're the homies allowed to be around. That means they're allowed to walk across the street, and pop me in the mouth if you catch my drift.
Moving along, it's not here anything pops off. Nothing pops off and everything pops off. Some people claim the gang war is over, I can't be sure. Cause the Gangs never announced dead and even if it is, I don't buy it. The town has culture, the culture can have rebirths from martyrs. Ideas are a collection owned by people, their warriors, and their martyrs.
Culture is bullshit. Every political opinion you have, even the big ones like abortion, all end up on a gravy train that ends up benefiting a business unrelated to it. Cause policy lines with Republicans and Democrats line up with businesses too. Democrats are green eco products and organic shit. Republicans are gas and guns. Amongst other things I don't pay attention to. Go look at politician stocks, I don't feel like card gaming politicians.
I do the local level? Why? Next Boyfriend logic. Survivor logic. There's a man or woman coming to town eventually because I'm stuck with the demons for two reasons.
One, this shit happens everywhere eventually. So who gives a fuck? I'm card gaming with the demons I know instead of leaving town. I know their cards, they know mine! Who gives a fuck!? Crime isn't perfected everywhere, it's still street level anarchy for 20 minutes at least! And that's if we're lucky! Life is a gamble for when the Cops (maybe) show up and we act civil. Or do they let us eat each other like hyenas? Criminal versus Criminal is bullshit, let's ball!
Or not, cause reason two cancels everything once they're in town and a bit before that as well. Don't be crazy, or your significant other(s) dump you because of the heat. Be it the fuzz slash cops, or gangsters that want you dead. So what do we do while they're not here but we need to feel safe?
We card game reality, and decide if I can win every scenario. Or if technology and slash or the Cops can for me. If they do their jobs for once. It's always a gamble if you're a criminal or not, especially when you're a Martial Artist. Just a few good punches and suddenly I'm a criminal too!
We also do another thing once in a while. Wig out! Make them lay down cards once in a while cause why not, I'm bored! And if no one lays down cards when I wig out, the town is safe. Possibly.
We wig out lightly. By being a Creature of Habit. To determine if it's truly safe, I need a vulnerable pattern to conquer with calm. Walking the block. My home block. The city block I live on. And be a bit weird with it. Do little dances and shit once in a while. If they fuck with the weird dude, it ain't safe. And I wig out hard with interrogations and beatings if necessary.
It's already boring, I already do it out of a need for sunlight. And nothing happens besides weird stares from people driving by. But it soothes me immediately as this idea comes to mind. Cause if you don't die from a Habit like that, you're fine.
But it's not good enough for me. Ever. For well… Security Guard mainly. But also honestly, it's cause the Ops are still around. None of them died, I never died.
I did Immortal Philosophy too long due to the beatings I survived. Some of us never die. Some of us will never vibe. It's Immortal Ops until I neutralize the Heat. I can't with Criminals. An Immortal Criminal is bullshit. They card game to out live everything and walk out eventually. To rob the world again. Cause why not? They'll rule a prison and become a God of a Gang by the end of it probably. Or kill everyone. Or maybe get beaten all day, who the fuck knows?
The problem is Evolution. Of both the body and skill. Every beating can be a memory. A memory to improve upon. Then simulation land happens in dreams. Sometimes your subconscious compels you to beat a scenario so it can never be real.
To the point that you either feel like you always need a Gang. Or you've got to Card Game too hard just to beat three people in a single fight. Or two buff guys. Or one guy with a gun. While you're unarmed in all three scenarios. At least starting out.
Cause Card Gamers like me tell you the truth. Improvisation is a joke. You have to anticipate things by understanding your business on a basic level. And understanding what your weapons are from there.
Take a Supermarket, a common location we all go to. Where are the weapons? It's the products. Everything works to an extent. Frozen food can be blunt. Raw meat can cause salmonella. The kitchen section has knives. Automobiles has the oils and poisons. If that, half the shit in the store is toxic to eat.
It's comfort and a horror. Cause Card Gamers know a few more rules. Like first, it's all bullshit. Here's the Ultimate Card Gamer Myth of the Gods.
Life is Simulated to the Point It's a Video Game.
You will get premonitions about horrible things that will happen to you. Hard. The pieces line up, and you realize there's an Op. The simulation begins immediately. With your own subconscious yelling at you to wake up and find out what's going on. Cause you'll have a nightmare of how you die.
For me, it was a simple nightmare based on my own body after a true heat stroke. That's right, all this hot shot gangster shit, and my first real death threat besides Government Agent Dan?
The fucking heat. I saw it ahead of time as a scary dream. I felt the heat overnight. Cause the heat stroke happened overnight, people died. Old people mainly, I barely survived due to having a gatorade by the bed.
Then well, I just thought like a Martial Artist. And sat outside hard as fuck to train. I also stopped using the Air Conditioner for a while. Trained by withstanding heat on small levels. Until it became too uncomfortable, and I'd use it again.
It was bullshit during Heat Stroke season. People tried to have fights during it. I almost fainted during a walk to the gas station. They tried to rob me for my coke. We power walked while talking shit. I tried running, he tried, we both fell on the ground. I had to army crawl away due to sheer heat exhaustion while he probably died or something. I dunno, I never saw him again.
Anyway, another premonition happens again. I see a car crash happen. Suddenly pieces line up in my head cause I check out the car crash. His windshield is weird! It's a Jarvis Computer screen from Marvel Movies. He claims he was hacked, I don't even deny it. I just ask if he put that screen on willingly. He denies it being the hack. I refuse to believe him.
My mind is hacked by another premonition. Hacked cars trying to kill me. Until I simulate in Great Thieves of Automobiles, and realize I can walk around cars really easily. Or maybe even jump on them if I'm based.
Trucks are a problem. They're too tall, I have to do a double jump off the bumper. It's a desperate move. It all is. But it helps me cope a bit.
Until eventually I'm strangled by doubts about life. Until I remember my ultimate Copium card. It's a bullshit Nicolas Flamel Anti-Death belief. It's so Copium until I prove it's real.
There are only 13 Human Personalities. We all live the same to an extent. I will be reborn due to there being only 13 different kinds of people on Earth.
It's so Copium until it hurts my fucking soul. Cause then we end up in Hive Mind logic. If there's only 13 People, then that means there's 13 Hive Minds. To the point it's sad and fucking annoying.
Literally at that point I feel like psychic shit happens cause we're the same 13 people dealing with the same 12 other people and one guy who is Jesus, our clone, all the time every fucking day. And I suspect all of you and none of you.
Cause it's your talents that make you suspicious. Every key talent is a keyword deeper into the zone. I'm the Martial Artist, I'm basic but can beat through anything physically. Programmers can be hackers and dig in deep into the code. We are both Capitalism's worst enemies.
To the point it's annoying. I'm the best option for a Security Guard, but I'm too controversial. I'll never get to be a Guard unless I card game hard. And either prove everyone else sucks, or that I'm the best.
Which means we're back to square one. Wondering how to get a Security Job anywhere. I could perhaps prove they need a Guard, but would they even hire me if I proved it?
I need a Company to vouch for me. How do Security Guard tryouts work?