“I’m walking out”[spoiler]You want some exotic goods?[/spoiler]

WTF are you doing you Fooking S'wit, you N'wah S'wit!

"That guy most likely weakened those imperial soldiers beforehand. A stage 3 vampire lord with 100 destruction at night can't even kill an ice wolf that fast with vampiric drain. Still a great gif though" That's if discord messages count

Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was Employee #427. Employee #427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in room 427 and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what Employee #427 did every day of every month of every year, and although others might have considered it soul rending, Stanley relished every moment the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job. And Stanley was happy. And then one day, something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Stanley; something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he realized that not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No one had shown up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say 'hi.' Never in all his years at the company had this happened, this complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time. But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office. All of his co-workers were gone. What could it mean? Stanley decided to go to the meeting room; perhaps he had simply missed a memo. When Stanley came to a set of 2 open doors, he entered the door on his left. Yet there was not a single person here either. Feeling a wave of disbelief, Stanley decided to go up to his boss's office, hoping he might find an answer there. Coming to a staircase, Stanley walked upstairs to his boss's office. Stepping into his manager's office, Stanley was once again stunned to discover not an indication of any human life. What could it mean, Stanley asked to himself. He began to wildly tearing the papers, looking behind the paintings, until he noticed a keypad behind the boss's desk. Surely this keypad holds the truth about what happened. And so the boss had assigned it an extra secret PIN #. 2845. But of course, Stanley couldn't possibly have known this. Yet incredibly, by simply pushing random buttons on the keypad, Stanley happened to input the correct code by sheer luck. Amazing. He stepped into the newly opened passageway. Descending deeper into the building, Stanley realized he felt a bit peculiar. It was a stirring of emotion in his chest, as though he felt more free to think for himself, to question the nature of his job. Why did he feel this now, when for years it had never occurred to him? This question would not go unanswered for long. Stanley walked straight ahead through the large door that read Mind Control Facility. The lights rose on an enormous room packed with television screens. What horrible secret does this place hold, Stanley thought to himself. Did he have the strength to find out? Now the monitors jumped to life, their true nature revealed. Each bore the # of an employee in the building: Stanley's co-workers. The lives of so many individuals reduced to images on a screen. And Stanley, one of them, eternally monitored in this place where freedom meant nothing. This mind control facility. It was too horrible to believe, it couldn't be true. Had Stanley really been in someone else's control all this time? Was this the only reason he was happy with his boring job, that his emotions had been manipulated to accept it blindly? No! He refused to believe it. He couldn't accept it. His own life in someone else's control? Never! It was unthinkable. Wasn't it? Was it even possible? Had he truly spent his entire life utterly blind to the world? But here was the proof: the heart of the operation. Controls labeled with emotions: happy, or sad, or content. Walking, eating, working, all of it monitored and commanded from this very place. And as the cold reality of his past began to sink in, Stanley decided that this machinery would never again exert its terrible power over another human life. For he would dismantle the controls once and for all. And then he pressed 'OFF' Blackness...and a rising chill of uncertainty...Was it over? Yes! He had won. He had defeated the machine, unshackled himself from someone else's command. Freedom was mere moments away. And, yet, even as the immense door slowly opened, Stanley reflected on how many puzzles still lay unsolved. Where had his co-workers gone? How had he been freed from the machine's grasp? What other mysteries did this strange building hold? But as sunlight streamed into the chamber, he realized none of this mattered to him. For it was not knowledge, or even power, that he had been seeking, but happiness. Perhaps his goal had not been to understand, but to let go. No longer would anyone tell him where to go, what to do, or how to feel. Whatever life he lives, it will be his. And that was all he needed to know. It was, perhaps, the only thing worth knowing. Stanley stepped through the door. Stanley felt the cool breeze upon his skin, the feeling of liberation, the immense possibility of the new path before him. This was exactly the way, right now, that things were meant to happen. And Stanley was happy. But the end is never the end.

“Speed metal bands like slayer stand as far apart as possible. This is because your speed is determined by your bandwidth” My name is Ricochet and I approve this message

" You're* " Simple yet effective slogan. I like it.

“Wtf” (I’d put it in words but I’m too lazy)

[i]"I don't know who you are, but I'll find you... and I'll kill you."[/i]

"I'll try, not very busy."

[quote]Night[/quote]

"" ..... Lonely :(

"The blood god is the only salvation that I need"

“Lol!”

"Well, stuffs def been happening. I'm in 3/4 classes with her sister"

“I awaken”

“I’m gonna make a Queen playlist but replace Under Pressure with Ice Ice Baby”

GEEEEN SNEEEIL!!!! [spoiler]I'm regretting sening that.[/spoiler]

[quote]ok[/quote]

"Sorry, you've got the wrong person."

“I will literally -blam!- you when I get in red dead” ok then

"You're getting home soon?"

Shut up

“What’s the definition of legitimate trade? It’s the only one I couldn’t find” yeah..

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