I am a tormented soul who has been living in an existensial crisis since age 13 when I firmly convinced myself that freewill wasn't real, and I am merely a slave to causality.
Furthermore, I believe I am stuck in some kind of simulation, and am not convinced anyone or anything around me is sentient, or exists when I'm not around to see it.
As a result I entered the wrestling ring, simply to feel and flex the thrill seeker within this temporary vessel my soul is stuck inside. I fight with reckless abandon because my nihilistic nature and outlook on the bleakness of this life has rendered me without morality or compassion.
I was convinced to enter the ring by my friends here at pw, who I also believe are some kind of external force outside of this simulation trying to reach through to me, by dropping redpills and sympathizing with the ridiculous nature of how everything around me sucks and is getting worse all of the time, but no one sees or understands it besides me and the people who post on this message board. An effort to edge me closer to escape like David, the trapped man enslaved to an AI in Mass Effect 2.
My music hits and I come out to Wasteland by Billy Idol, accompanied by Missy Hyatt aged 59. I like her because she is controversial, just like me. I don't care what she gives me because I don't value my health. I only value putting on a five star match and exposing people to my story and shaking the shackles of this futile and causal life. Not like I had a say in the matter.
