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Neon Genesis Phijkchu

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July 17, 2020 – Present
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Through August 30, 2026
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June 19, 2020 – August 30, 2026
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"Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my series, this game rewards blind luck and nothing else, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely tooled by scheduling with my opponent changing times on me last minute and refusing to provide confirmation prior to the day of the match as to play times, losing this way somehow felt even worse than I had thought possible. My preparation was superior, my play was superior, and I lost, so I don't see a reason to continue engaging in an activity where what is within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is not. I am done with competitive Pokemon, and you won't get a fond farewell. This community is infected to its roots with a degenerative disease that grows stronger over time but stops short of killing its host. Tournaments used to have a competitive spirit at their heart, this has been transplanted and replaced with an artificial organ that feeds on vitriol and mockery from insecure little boys that heckle by the sidelines and tear each other to shreds over scraps of attention. The environment we fostered has trapped us all like this in a vicious cycle, and escaping it requires acceptance of the harshest reality we all scramble to explain away, that none of the countless straining efforts we put ourselves through here will ever amount to one single shining glimmer of significance. I would make this the end, but World Cup is still ongoing, and I would never leave so many great friends out to dry, so I'll suffer through a few more games for them.
Gent general
One last thing before I leave you all to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, before you do everything in your power to minimize my words and thoughts, box them up and shove them to some cobwebbed corner of your memory, and hope they disappear forever as a stain on your finite time ground to dust. From this moment on, nothing you say matters to me. The foulest insults you hurl with intent to wound will calmly settle at the earth before my feet, and the venom you spit will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from detachment.
Lute general
"Five cars were in front of me in the drive-through at my local McDonald’s, not counting the three or four idling in the waiting area of the parking lot."
Spooky Phijkchu general
but like, I don't know what's worse going to school for this, landing a job at a "top" national paper and then having to write shit like this instead of doing something real
Spooky Phijkchu general
The McRib belongs to another era, when manufacturing and technology were thought to be the solutions to many of our problems. (Some still think that way, of course.) We have spent years now trying to undo the damage of products like this, seeking out whole ingredients and foods that our grandparents would have considered suitable for the table. There’s no reason to keep idolizing an old god just because it knows how to satisfy our cravings for salt, sugar and fat.
Phijkchu_Pikachu general
Does anyone else have weird parents? My dad puts cameras up in his apartment in every room and hides some of them because he thinks his landlord is going into his apartment apparently. He's always on the computer talking to camgirls from southeast Asia. He has a shrine dedicated to his favourite camgirl in his room but I don't know if it's still there because he keeps room locked. He also threatened to poison my brother's cat.

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