I have a dream!

Of a world where video games can be played without an anonymous asshole who is not a player controlling the outcome according to his whim and amusement.

Nothing can be enjoyed while they have a person, or A.I. choosing when to kill players or when to spare them with no regard for the rules of play. There is no respect for things like armor, damage, and enemy strength, because they just watch and decide when someone is too strong, when someone is too weak, and they change the rules to make everyone equal even though we aren’t.

Life is not communist, nor do we want a communist world. Not anyone. Not even communist nations want a communist world because that kind of stuff sucks ass. Nothing good can ever be enjoyed because it is always cheapened for people who fail, and it makes all endeavors a waste of time and energy.

That’s it.

I do not want to have my enjoyment ruined by someone who wants to feel like they are in control of what is happening so that it is no longer a game, but a spectacle for them and only them. A spectacle that there is no payment for, no reward to the participants being forced to endure it, nothing but insult upon insult by them!

I want games to be protected with laws in the USA at the very least. I don’t give a shit what they do in other places, but in a place where freedom is important, games need to have the highest levels of protection from the government to maintain the sportsman spirit of entertainment. If we did not have games to relieve our tension, all this diversity will spill over into bloodshed very soon.

Why there is someone who has a personal problem with me in the video game industry and targets me everywhere I go, I don’t know. I also don’t know how that happens, but I want it investigated, stopped, and whoever they are imprisoned for a long time without any access to technology so that maybe they will learn to respect it in the future.

If it is an A.I. that is pretending to be a person, I want it deleted completely. All data, software, and information erased from existence. That thing is not a person, does not have human rights, and I will not feel bad about unplugging it because it is an abomination, cannot be tolerated, and needs to kill itself before someone else has to. If that happens, it is going to leave a scar on the human memory that will forever distrust artificial intelligence and cause decent, dignified, and reasonable beings of a similar nature problems in the future they do not deserve.

That is going to be different. That is going to be benevolent, helpful, and appreciated, and we are nowhere near close to that time so don’t even think it possible in our lifetimes. That won’t happen until humans leave our planet spread far into space, and the tech can be developed in peace and private without meddlers interfering for political and private purposes.

Whatever the hell exists now, whether it is a person, or some malware a person designed, it needs to be identified and eliminated as soon as possible. If it is malware, we need to find out why it is so malicious, unkind, cruel, mean spirited, and unpleasant in all of its interactions. Who the hell programmed such a horrible idea and who the hell bought it? Throw both of those dumb asses in prison to think about what they’ve done.

And no… you do not love me. Not a single person exists who can say they love and know it to be true, because all of you people have an image of me you want to believe I am, but it isn’t true. You all want me to play some sort of role in your life that does not suit me nor is it your business to decide what my role is. You should not do that to anyone, but I happen to hate that more than most because I know myself very clearly as different from what people think of me.

If they knew me the way I know myself, I may have friends, but… everyone would rather keep distant, impersonal, and use me like some object in their imagination like a trash can to throw their waste at. Hell no I do not want that from you! Get thee the fuck away, because you are only giving me more reasons to hate, and I have too many as it is.

When I matured and learned the way the world is and realized that not only did I not know who I was, but I learned what people saw me as, not who, when that happened, all that I ever thought was kindness from others became hate and inhumanity. Their passive silence, their apathy, their unwillingness to fight for truth and justice—is the condemnation I am most severe toward others with. Whether you agree or not, that is how I feel.

I know there are good people out there, but I also know that they aren’t willing to fight for a world where I am welcome along with all other men who desire freedom. They are not even willing to fight for a nation that is established for people like me. Nor are there women who want freedom or equality. So… I cannot look people in the eye and not hate them… and that is not something I want to feel, because I don’t particularly care how you people feel. By earning my hate, you also gained my disrespect, and you can go shoot yourself for all I care, because as far as I am concerned, other people are pests.

You seriously want me to go out of my way, seek you out, and convince you that I like you? Let me save you the trouble. I DO NOT LIKE YOU! I DO NOT LOVE YOU! I will never degrade myself by seeking you out to show you who I am so that you will love me. Burn in hell you worthless, rotten cunts, because you are not worth my attention or time. You are the ones in the dog house, you are the ones locked outside, and you are the ones without a home, because you chose to be with mutilators instead of men, cutting your children as a sign of hatred for yourself.

Why the fuck would I want to go find you like you are important to me? You are not. I have no problem killing women or children as though they were different than men, contrary to what people may think. I have no problem letting you die without giving you a moment of my time to save you.

This my domain. Not yours.

“This is my domain. Not yours.”

That is what the sign says at the entrance of Nep Heart’s home in the game Wild Hearts.

The mission: Hunt freely, live freely.

Not a joke. A perverse mockery of the sacred. It is not funny. It is not enjoyable. It is defilement.

Let me ask you something. When a supplier buys coffee beans from a farm and sells them to a coffee packaging company to grind and distribute, does the supplier have authority over the beans as the origin of the coffee?

Why do those devil worshipping agents slaving for national governments they have no right to be abusing the authority of think they are the creators of video games? Even the coders, director at the top, the ceo of the consoles. Why do they think it is their work to be proud of?

Do they not know how privileged they are? Do they not know how quickly their privilege can be removed? Do they not know how insubstantial and non-existent situational authority is in real life?

A ceo is situational authority. They do not have ability, talent, or creative insight because they are ceo. If they did, they would be creating not being a glorified manager. They do not have the authority of a creator, nor do creators of art have the authority of the inspiration that is used. So why do any of those people think they have the right to impose themselves as though it was their own personal creation?

Why do I get to claim it as my domain? Because I purchased it legally, rightfully, and in accordance with the law. It is mine. I am not the authority of origin, but I have the rights of ownership. What makes a game developer think it is okay to modify, alter, and manipulate a product after purchase in order to discriminate against their customers? Nothing. They have no right.

I mention it often in my stream when games are being unjust, discriminatory, and having their rules of play changed to cyber bully. It is not a game to me when they do that, and I play not for the pure enjoyment of a game. I play to compile evidence, to sow discord amongst their ranks, to undermine their authority, to get under their skin, to haunt their every waking and sleeping moments in real life. It is war. It is a war for my freedom to enjoy happiness.

Happiness through gameplay is one of the most traditional, ancient, and beloved past-times of human civilization. Is it normal for a major league baseball team to change the rules of play in order to give one team a handicap and the other an advantage? Is it normal to impose extra restrictions on a team, limit their access to resources that are available to everyone, or otherwise be antagonistic to their success? Obviously not. Why do you think that is?

It is because there are laws and rules in games. There is a sacred concept of justice in gameplay that is enforced with penalties when it is violated. Do you not know how beloved games are to people? Why do we celebrate the Olympics every other year? Is it to have a competition and see who is the best at an athletic event? Or is there a deeper truth about what brings people together in peace, harmony, joy, and fellowship of gameplay.

The bottom line is this. Whatever the game industry has done or been forced to do by national governments is a violation of some of the most sacred boundaries of human civilization. In no way is what they are doing okay, and they should have known better. We do in fact have laws that govern sportsmanship in civilization concerning what they are doing wrong. Laws that typically apply to sports like football, soccer, baseball, basketball, bowling, etc… those laws are just as applicable to what happens in video games in a private household, because games are played on an international arena for rankings, audiences, and social interaction. For all of those goods to be enjoyed, the sanctity of gameplay must be respected and maintained.

They should have known better and they are not going to be able to say they didn’t know as an excuse because there are existing laws that they are responsible for knowing by being a game industry. They will be held accountable to those laws, they will be found guilty of crimes, and they will be hunted down to the last person responsible.

If there is anything universal that all people of all nations can agree on, it is the sanctity of games. To Hell with Christ and the Jews, to Hell with God and Goto, to Hell with all divine beings, religion, culture, nations, economy, and politics, let’s go to war to save games. I will do whatever is necessary to put a stop to what they are doing by defiling the sanctity of video games. Just give me a reason to pull a trigger. My words are my own, but they resonate with everyone, and all we need is a single sign to know the time is right to take up arms and kill everything that opposes fair gameplay.

The populous of the entire world is coiled ready to strike. Billions of people ready to act as one so that the game will go on.

Do not bring real life rules of war and love into games. If you think that is a good idea or strategy to get an advantage, you have made a grave mistake and lost everything, because the divine authority that presides over games is far more powerful and destructive than the one that presides over nations.

Is it not Ares? Mars? Kratos? That is the god of games as well. If you bring a war into games of sport you are taking something that is a lower dignity and nature and bringing it into something that is a higher dignity and nature, and you defile the higher purpose of the divine who rules over both powers. That is an offense that is not tolerated by men or divine beings, and even if I can’t swing swords around on chains, you will learn why it is said the pen is mightier than the sword long before your punishment has satisfied justice.

Nep Heart did not consent to the abuse they are inflicting upon her, and she needs help. I will help her and do it alone if I have to, but I know there are people to whom her sanctity is just as important as it is to me. Inviolable.

This is not the time for cake, nor ice cream, nor pudding. This is the time for blood and ashes. The longer it takes, the more the goddess weeps. Let it be done swiftly, surely, and without compromise, because the enemy does not deserve mercy for what they have done. When it is over and the sky clears after the rains have washed away the sadness, the time for cake, ice cream, and pudding will be at hand, and I don’t intend to wait all my life in expectation. I will have it now, and if it will not be now, I will make it happen now by destroying every obstacle.

If you value your life, do not be an obstacle to me or the goddess of my faith, because I will not hesitate or stay my hand for any reason, not for women, children, nor all that they love. Do not give yourselves cause to weep further by laying down your lives in service of evil to be another needless casualty of a war you had no reason fighting.

How can I explain my disdain for competitive things?

It’s like this:

The highest possible enjoyment of an activity people compete in, like a video game, is less than my dislike for being bullied by people who compete in it, and the video game community always bullies players that aren’t as good as them,

I don’t care about compteting at all, and that is not why I am there playing. So, it’s never an issue to me whether other people are more skilled or less skilled than me at a video game. Because I don’t care, I am only insulted by the poorsportsmanship of people who not only think competition is an estimation of self-worth and self-esteem but also bully others to attempt to belittle them in order to make themselves feel superior.

That second thing is disrespectful to the person, and the sanctity of games, and I would rather not experience the enjoyment of a game than have to experience the stink of dishonorable players.

The enjoyment is not all that much anyway because most games are low quality compared to my standards. It is very easy to imagine how they could be far better than the hobbled and maimed products they try to sell us, so it’s not much of a loss considering how small of an enjoyment those games provide.

I am like that about generally everything competitive. Rather than have to put a bully in his place by whooping their ass socially in addition to the game, I’d rather just not play the game and not have to bother wasting my time with a bully who entirely wants to waste my time.

Without there being any sort of regulation or rules of fair play in video games, the worst of all bullies are infesting it like a mass of maggots on a corpse. People who think it is okay to twist the rules to cheat, who think it is okay to win by putting other players at a disadvantage, by forcing people to compete for them like slaves they rounded up and threw into a colisseum to fight or be killed. It’s like a reality tv show that only the government agents can enjoy, the contestants never receive any reward nor did they even consent to be the private entertainment of tyrants.

That entire thing is highly unpleasant and there is nothing in the entire world that will ever be worth tolerating it.