Now we do a modern day thought line and perhaps some I dunno, Groomer God logic shiz. First, I'm adrift too hard after quitting the store job. I'm still in a home, but it's halfway home status as my family is unreliable. They're useful for amish kid bare minimum. I won't be getting cigarettes or weed.
And worse yet, the cliche. They want mental hospital too hard instead of a real home for me. At least, that was their vibe at the start. Once again Grandma mentioned they planned for three months in the mental hospital. Fucking amish f@gs. Being generous says they want to guarantee no drugs. Which I dunno, fair if you let me bring in my xbox and laptop. Otherwise, fuck off, you're rude as shit.
For real though, what's annoying is how broke my grandma is on stagnation money. As you can imagine from Nurgle rants, we now live in their budget here. She won't even let me shower more than once a day cause of a water bill. It's fucking annoying, I need a new home stat anyway cause of that alone. Or a job so she shuts up if I share bills, but she doesn't want me to stay. So legal liabilities claim that won't work cause I could use that as leverage to keep me in the house if I got a lawyer. So lawyer logic says no helping with bills if this stays halfway house status for better or for worse.
Mental Hospital last time was honestly a bit nice despite no fucking phone to have even. Pretty people met, flirted with lightly, my favorite was Maggie Payne. If her name is real, they are a trans man. Or maybe genderfluid now as they wore effeminate clothing still at the mental ward so I'm calling the egg genderfluid like me now.
Anyway, let's move forward with the Mental Hospital fears. Main fear is just stagnation and the loop of being stuck in boredom with minor reputation drain. My book suggests despite somewhat high intelligence (to myself) I am a danger to society and if my lore is correct, my family is nerfing me for their own political gain. Why? I consider myself an ultimate propaganda artist if I get bored enough. Even now, most of my stories hold a few ideas people would rage against. Trans characters like myself, self-insert Jacob Hemlock, being too badass even as a hypothetical is a problem. Because me being badass inspires people if they look past the madness.
It's a shame to consider them like this and not because of drug addict vibes, but part of me knows my capabilities and if the lore about my memories is half true: I must assume there are Machivellis around me. Especially when there has been a shift in freedoms to the point I am a loser in privileges compared to someone like Conner.
Regardless, we press on. WHy? Ultimate Sociopath Martial Artist says if I get too mad, the route to destroy every facility is possible if I go through hell enough. The memories of the Thief from Stealth and the fun that character can have even in a mental hospital is delicious and delirious for a martial artist like myself. Why?
The Rat Race is too real in the Mental Hospital. It is so delectably dangerous, that it appeals to the soul in many ways. The danger of all doors being unlocked most of the time for patients, but all doors outside to any other facility, even a cafeteria, is behind locked doors, intrigues Hanayama pawss and I'M BREAKING DOWN THE DOOOORRRR! Fuckboy Machivelli: Way of Marco Style. We just keep punching twenty minutes straight after wrecking the room. I am Immortal to myself in delusions at least.
My madness is a strength as a Martial Artist, along with my sociopath trait. I will with potential delight massacre that entire room with pure melee even with my fucked up elbows. Or worse. If there is a Janitor in the room I can steal a broom off the cart of cleaning supplies they had with. Broomstick says I win wars the second the key item enters the room, bitch.
Now there's a fun Fuckboy Machivelli vibe to this for better or for worse: I can get laid to a minor extent. At least start relationships with fellow schizos, lol. Which ohhh noooo, mental hospital feels farther away after calling out to Maggie alone. X3
Only downside is no vapes or cigarettes that are what I want. Dad was a douche. He fucking bought me Burleys instead of even my new favorite brand, Montegos. Burleys are as bad as Salems, they can fuck off. There was always regret after the fact. Ugh.
Now if they did this vibe, but at least let me have my phone, let alone the xbox and laptop and I can have wifi to stream and shit, suddenly enforced Amish Life in the mental ward isn't that bad. When again, despite risks, think of seducing mental risk Maggie, trans man that was cute and possibly an egg for being genderfluid now.
Illegally cute, toxic masculinity says DON'T FUCK THE MENTALLY ILL HOT CHICKS! OUT MY KITCHEN! OUT MY KITCHEN! So always, streaming this and writing this aloud makes them self-aware and me self-aware that I might date your mentally ill daughter if she comes to my mental ward where I'm being forced to live the amish no weed life for three months at least, if they're "nice" and don't do the eternal mental ward patient.
Which… eh if I get my xbox and stuff. It's like a enforced neighborhood vibe where similar to dating your step family vibes, but they're no way related and you're all in the same house. Dating vibes rad if they let me enter a female patient's room for like, five minutes even without rushing in to separate us due to sex risk alone. It's like, decent dating grounds. Security is good enough to where it's like, worth the risk to date the average mentally ill person.
Downside is no weed allowed unless they change laws soon or dare slip past the delta-9 pen at least. Otherwise, it's like… personal entertainment is ass but I get a dating grounds in exchange for amish life with some technology around. But no personal phone even unless spoiled at next mental hospital. Which is rad again even without drugs cause dating grounds lol.
Good luck now family. Toxic masculinity says I cockblock your son first and check myself in the mental hospital now to date your daughter first! XD
Now for the manifesto of morality in case anyway needs a last minute reminder of what to be like: For crime, think Batman. Quick fiction slap on the wrist keyword, Batman. Every time you think of crime, remember Batman and his logic. Every time. Never yourself, appeal to Batman.
I think Immigration is cool as is, it needs to be legal, otherwise leave f@gget. I am a lawyer at heart, I like legality.
I remembered the store. So in the event the government is not real and cops aren't real, be loyal to reliable stores. This is because they are your resource for everything in the bare minimum of a civilized anarchist society. If we are still modern with stores, they are your go to for everything eventually if the Black Market evolves to something epic and cool. Like at bare minimum, weed, liquor, and OTC medicines all in the same store. So you can buy a weed pen with your nyquil, f@gget. So if government falls apart, be loyal to a store or like, two thousand stores. Be loyal to Capitalism at least if fucking the government is a lie.
By the way, on my youtube channel Jacob Machi(velli) Hemloc, I made two good videos about simulating a drive-in theater, and following it up with the rat race psychology rant in addition to chaining that with combat in the rat race world and then simulating that in a hotel business. Barely honestly, I just chained rat race with a hotel sim. It's a good video to me, both of them combined. Go watch please, I'd appreciate that.
Peace and love, everyone. Webnovel, twitch, youtube, internet.
Also the Bored Adventurer still wants to join the military. In case Hobo Jim Arc happens, we applied to the Navy. :3