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Welp, you’re dead. It’s kind of a relief actually, your life was pretty shitty and if you hadn’t kicked the bucket when you did there wasn’t much to look forward to beyond a few more decades of pointless existence before the inevitable happened. Still, despite your suffering coming to and end you are not at peace. You had long given up on achieving your dreams but that didn’t mean you stopped having them. Your unfulfilled desires still gnawed at your soul, looking back upon your wasted life you remember being…
>A Salary Man: Another wage slave toiling away in the late stage capitalist hellhole that was modernity. Abused by your co-workers and exploited by your boss your spirit had been crushed by the twin forces of needing to pay the bills and your own lack of back bone. In the end you hadn’t even committed suicide, you’d just collapsed from exhaustion and fallen in front of the train as it entered the station.
>A Shut In: A round of bullying during middle school had left you emotionally scarred. If you’d had decent parents and teachers maybe they could have nurtured you to move past this and become a better person. But your parents didn’t know what the fuck they were doing and your teachers weren’t paid enough to give a shit. You became fearful of life, taking refuge in the escapist fantasies of anime and videogames, which only made you more emotionally stunted, which made you an even bigger target for bullying. Eventually you just refused to leave the house. You managed to make it to age 20 before dying from a combination of sleep depravation and malnutrition. (72 hour gaming marathons combined with only subsisting on junk food is a heck of a combo)
>A NEET: In better times you could have potentially become a normie. You made it through high school okay and went on to study a degree in liberal arts. This was your fatal mistake. You liked to think you had high minded philosophical reasons for going but really you were swayed by the high ratio of female to male students that course had. Unfortunately, almost all of the girls were some combination of ugly, angry, crazy or lesbian. You dropped out in disgust but not before being saddled with a crippling amount of debt. Condemned to an eternity in the part time gig economy, you met your end at the hands of truck-kun while valiantly trying to deliver a pizza to some chad’s house party.
>A Salary Man: Another wage slave toiling away in the late stage capitalist hellhole that was modernity. Abused by your co-workers and exploited by your boss your spirit had been crushed by the twin forces of needing to pay the bills and your own lack of back bone. In the end you hadn’t even committed suicide, you’d just collapsed from exhaustion and fallen in front of the train as it entered the station.
>A Shut In: A round of bullying during middle school had left you emotionally scarred. If you’d had decent parents and teachers maybe they could have nurtured you to move past this and become a better person. But your parents didn’t know what the fuck they were doing and your teachers weren’t paid enough to give a shit. You became fearful of life, taking refuge in the escapist fantasies of anime and videogames, which only made you more emotionally stunted, which made you an even bigger target for bullying. Eventually you just refused to leave the house. You managed to make it to age 20 before dying from a combination of sleep depravation and malnutrition. (72 hour gaming marathons combined with only subsisting on junk food is a heck of a combo)
>A NEET: In better times you could have potentially become a normie. You made it through high school okay and went on to study a degree in liberal arts. This was your fatal mistake. You liked to think you had high minded philosophical reasons for going but really you were swayed by the high ratio of female to male students that course had. Unfortunately, almost all of the girls were some combination of ugly, angry, crazy or lesbian. You dropped out in disgust but not before being saddled with a crippling amount of debt. Condemned to an eternity in the part time gig economy, you met your end at the hands of truck-kun while valiantly trying to deliver a pizza to some chad’s house party.
