- Joined
- Feb 3, 2013
What are the odds that one of the reasons LowT's daughter is so messed up and anxious is that she made the mistake of asking Dad for a copy of Minecraft for Christmas? Why wouldn't she? It's just a fun lil cute game that all her friends play and it would seem like an innocent thing to ask. But LowT went full pillhead spaz retard on her and melted down for half an hour screaming WE WILL NOT USE THAT WORD IN THIS HOUSEHOLD YOUNG LADY GOOF TROOP!
And I got another 1984 themed SA copypasta:
And I got another 1984 themed SA copypasta:
Why did you have to endure it, since the end was always the same? Why was it not possible to cut a few days or weeks out of your account? Nobody ever escaped detection, and nobody ever failed to confess. When once you had succumbed to thoughtcrime it was certain that by a given date you would be banned. Why then did that horror, which altered nothing, have to lie embedded in future time?
He tried with a little more success than before to summon up the image of Admin5. 'We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness,' Admin5 had said to him. He knew what it meant, or thought he knew. The place where there is no darkness was the imagined future, which one would never see, but which, by foreknowledge, one could mystically share in. But with the voice from the telescreen nagging at his ears he could not follow the train of thought further. He put a cigarette in his mouth. Half the tobacco promptly fell out on to his tongue, a bitter dust which was difficult to spit out again. The face of Lowtax swam into his mind, displacing that of Admin5. Just as he had done a few days earlier, he slid a coin out of his pocket and looked at it. The face gazed up at him, heavy, calm, protecting: but what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark goatee? Like a leaden knell the words came back at him:
DON'T FUCKING BUY IT
DON'T FUCKING DRINK IT
DON'T FUCKING CLICK MY LINKS
He tried with a little more success than before to summon up the image of Admin5. 'We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness,' Admin5 had said to him. He knew what it meant, or thought he knew. The place where there is no darkness was the imagined future, which one would never see, but which, by foreknowledge, one could mystically share in. But with the voice from the telescreen nagging at his ears he could not follow the train of thought further. He put a cigarette in his mouth. Half the tobacco promptly fell out on to his tongue, a bitter dust which was difficult to spit out again. The face of Lowtax swam into his mind, displacing that of Admin5. Just as he had done a few days earlier, he slid a coin out of his pocket and looked at it. The face gazed up at him, heavy, calm, protecting: but what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark goatee? Like a leaden knell the words came back at him:
DON'T FUCKING BUY IT
DON'T FUCKING DRINK IT
DON'T FUCKING CLICK MY LINKS