Even the non political .ml communities are full of power-tripping, ban-happy, thread-nuking tyrants in my experience.

I’ve been censored/shadowbanned in a couple .ml instances for calling out their overzealous comment-nuking mods. Not even political in nature, just seeing threads where 80-90% of the comments are ‘removed by moderator’ and commenting how suspicious it was.

Then they removed that comment, and after taking a screenshot of the new comment calling out that, I got shadowbanned and can’t even vote there anymore.

TIL people don’t regularly try for this. I always try to stop it at the dollar cause neurotic that way.

In my most recently played campaign, I was playing a character that was eventually supposed to betray the party. I got killed long before that for being a general problem character.

So my character had gotten a horn early on that, when I blew it, summoned a literal army of subservient goblins under my command, which we used to build/defend our base of operations. Unrelated to the TPK, but a funny thing came out of it because of the TPK.

Kujo (the character) was probably close to true neutral, not doing good or bad unless it personally benefited him. At some point he gained a potion that, if he didn’t drink some of often enough, would turn him into a spikey godzilla-man of some sort. Kujo loved this cause it made him stronger in every regard.

At some point, while wandering around a town, Kujo came across a couple of kids from the local orphanage, and chose to “adopt” them (he basically said ‘you’re coming with me’ and never spoke to anyone at the orphanage). After Kujo gave them some ‘soda’ (which were just extras of the potion from earlier) one kid sprouted wings from their back and the other turned to living stone like the Thing from Fantastic 4.

A few adventures later, one of our party members is getting testy over Kujo’s chaos, and brews a couple of the potions with poison in them. As they watched Kujo down one of the poison bottles with no effect (level up had coincidentally JUST given him poison immunity before that session), and watched him try to hand the extra potion to the kids (who needed it as well).

At this point, the person trying to poison Kujo jumped into action, not allowing Kujo to poison a child with the potion that they had made to kill Kujo. Immediately casts Disintegrate, which I passed the save for somehow, and Kujo beats it as fast as he can, chased by the other player.

I don’t remember how, but I failed some kinda save during the chase and fell prone, allowing the other player to catch up. Between the Near-disintegrate and other spells thrown from the player at this point, Kujo was lucky to be alive. Which the player corrected almost immediately by curb stomping what remained.

Now, remember those goblins? The entire army that was effectively running our base and doing all the logistic stuff while we were out adventuring? The one that was summoned when a horn was blown? Summoned by Kujo?

Yeah they all just popped back out of existence with his death. Everything that was being done at base suddenly stopped. Our support network was effectively gone. We went back and the few non-goblin allies we had were cleaning up the mess, putting out fires where goblins disappeared while holding torches that fell after the goblins proofed, picking up tools/supplies that had been dropped, everything.

Honestly that whole campaign was just fun, and the TPK was the cherry on top that made it so much better.

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I can’t express the embarrassment I feel from how long it took me to understand this.

Yeah, antiwork was a low effort pace to cry about having to work for a living. Workreform was where all the genuine discussion about stagnating and/or shitty workplace practices.

Fuck yes! Let’s goooooo!

Lately when someone asks me if I’m okay, my response is something akin to, “I’ll neve be okay again, but I’m alive so I guess I’ll suffer through it.”

My life has never been particularly bad, I’ve always had people around me that tell me they love me and care about me, but very rarely act that way. Throughout it all I’ve always found someone to lean on that actually shows some level of concern, but as I get older, those people have drifted away from me, physically and sentimentally.

I’ve never felt more alone in life than I do now, even with a person or two that might actually care, I know they have their own lives that take precedent over me, and thus I will end up alone anyway.

I can’t do anything to fix it, because factually, I can’t do anything right or commendable. Even when I’m doing things I’ve done flawlessly in the past, I find a way to screw up somehow and make my whole life worse, and my support network (what little there is) shrinks every day.

So I’m stuck in place, crying myself to sleep every night, hoping to whatever people call ‘God,’ that I won’t wake up. Then I cry even harder because there are people and things that I care about more than myself, but which I will never be able to do anything for.

I refuse to kill myself because of my sentimental debt to them, but if I can do nothing to help or honor them, then why shouldn’t I just end it all, and hope that fate treats them better than it has me? If I’m doing nothing right by being alive, what does it matter if I’m dead?

I hate the world, and generally, but not in totality, I hate people. I hate my life and I hate myself to the very absolute core of my existence. I just want all the pain to end.

I don’t know how much, if any of this, is due to mental illness.

I’ve been on depression medication for 7-8yrs and my grandma and uncles will outright dismiss any negative feelings I express at any given time, with a hand wave while saying word-for-word, “just don’t be sad,” or, “there’s other people out there worse off.”

Boy, I sure wish it was as simple as just not being that way. I don’t like being depressed all the time, and I would gladly just stop if that were possible, but other people’s suffering does not invalidate my own, in fact it directly contributes to my depression, as I believe that most of the suffering in the world could be minimized if more people weren’t so awful.

Not to mention the things they directly do that cause my depression. I’m the only one in my immediate family that is more of an “indoor person” than I am an “outdoor person.” My entire life, when they would check on me in my room, drawing, reading, or especially playing video games, the first question they’d ask is, “wouldn’t you rather be outside playing?” No, if I would rather be doing that, I would be doing that.

All of that was even before I grew up and realized that they’re effectively brainwashed political cult worshippers, but that’s a separate, off-topic issue.