Is A&N being tard wrangled?

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"politics make me super angry all the time always"

"you're not taking this as seriously as i would like you to and that is upsetting me"

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Character from a movie said:
It's not tard wrangled enough.
Sometimes those A&N retards who have a perpetual stick shoved up their asses leave the "containment zone" and shit up more important threads.
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What’s funny is I think you can say that about most threads on this site at this point. Or at least I’ve heard it from someone complaining about another thread somewhere else. (Myself included)
 
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i hope this thing to be really someday. well it is real and i tell you if you treat this as a joke your wrong. this is not a joke and i have this little place in my head which somehow works as a place to hide. id i dont simulate like this in my head i will become retarded and irony wont be there to salvate me. lord.

be me, 18 year old autistic and anxiety ridded guy. ive been locked on this stage for a pretty long time now. id say probably like a year. they tried to give me the option to get me a lobotomy but my stupid ass that day declined. they had two options either give me a lobotomy or exploit the parts onto a give convention stage where they upload my scary mental images onto a screen. WELL. basically when i mean a lobotomy i mean that everyone gets this automatic lobotomy when their puberty ends and it only effects them accepting themselves. humility is the only thing that can keep my alive and without it i would be plain straight up dumb. i never learnt how to act normal and if i got that lobotomy it would be straight up brain damage. the lobotomy isnt actually a bad thing only a few get it happens to everyone and its naturaul, but secret. by the end of the year i was constantly repeating the thought of wanting to be on that stage. its the only way and i actually was the only one who knew that the lobotomy was going to flick me up. welcome to my fun game i made up in my head which will be real. my fun game. deep down into your brains you will know what this is about. you just fail to believe this is real but trust me all of this is a real phenomenon. you just dont see it. my brain is split into two little bits, one version of me that just wants to leave the other side and live in the countryside with a lobotomy and the other side self depricates itself and wants to go and run onto that stage machine. the thing that happened at the end of the year they dont actually even tell you the other option apart from a lobotomy. they just tell you that they will give you surprises at a convention for being a brave idiot. its a fun gaming convention! people! everything! until you wait at the end and those clowns become so spoiling and condescending to the point that they drag you onto there for a WHOLE YEAR. those clowns are crazy. they have all parts of your brain visualised onto different machines and they will always know when your dissapointed, even when you hide it. when your dissapointed, dont dare to seem out for pity or you will be dead cooked. hide. hide to save your life before they make you watch horrifying ai videos and spoil you in ways that are extremely intrusive. the day they gave me the option. this was about late this year and my mum has constantly told me throughout this year that things will get randomly better when i became older. i didnt want to get a lobotomy because it would be a bad thing to be a burden to society. also apart from that i am already messed up with dwelling paranoia of my old toxic friends finding out about everything and i dont want my brain to automatically film myself. late this year. 31.12.24. my mum told me for a very strange and gaslighting option of if i want to have a better year where i feel better about myself or go to a really cool and big convention. my brain clicked and i knew deeply what she was talking about. because at the time i was far from accepting myself enough to choose the feel-better option i chose the convention option. i knew what they were doing but i was also left confused about what they were going on about. my family took my into the car late at night to this giant awesome convention. my mom and dad told me that they had some little surprises and tard charity-related there for me because i was such an inspiring and retarded tard. they took my in a big limbo and the convention hall felt like heaven itself. it was big and had lots of people, cosplayers and i even got to meet people i really liked too online. it felt as if that uobeat yume nikki song was playing in the background. those wacky vibes got me having the best time of my life. but the thing at the start they had to keep my anonymous before i went into the limbo. they dressed me up in a sewed up costume that represented my art account and referred to me as my art account name so i dont get exposed. this was at the convention place in a secret room with my mom and dad along with all my brothers and siblings were looking around with my aunt. this was while i was in the toilets at the convention before i got registered. when i got registered they changed all my name and details to my art account's name. those clowns didnt know my identity and they dont even know it to this day. sometimes often these days i do call the clowns APWs too. at the time this was in austrailia the convention and APW stands for "Austrailian Pity Wranglers" i bet you could guess why they were called that too. immediately at first i thought that this was the worse decision because i felt more condescened by those stupid high clowns than even the idea of my mom giving me a lobotomy and becoming more retarded than now. the place was run by autistic clowns who had austrailian accents (well obviously) who had a charity than supported spoiling the retarded so they dont scream because they lost their chance. that night i felt even more gaslit because my mom and dad actually revealed to those clowns that i was retarded this whole time and thats why i act weird. btw my mom and stuff were wearing among us costumes while talking with text to speech and calling themselves "jacksepticeye" and stuff. funny enough not only there were clowns BUT THERE was mr beast himself who was actually arranging the whole shit with me. THEY DIDNT TELL ME BUT I SAW MR BEAST HIMSELF ON THE STAGE LATER TALK ABOUT WHAT THEY WERE DOING. mr beast actually knew me and believed i was serverely sensitive and retarded to the point where i would burn down the place if everybody knew what the Gorillaz were. he was making an announcement to everyone that he was going to spoil me with a bunch of things i want deeply from my head using a brainy machine to see what i actually want. or whatever shit idk. so basically its just humiliating me and telling everyone in the crowd all the things i am secretly sensitive and regretful about then trying to treat me with those things. never felt so embarrassed in my whole life and even worse because of how my brain works in general i have been in this space for 2 years straight. probably even longer. they built a massive machine where they can see all my thoughts and mental images even if they are really creepy. they respected my privacy atleast and didnt reveal my deepest secrets about irl relationships and stuff and filtered out my irl friends and other personal bits in the mental images with pngs of characters or what vice versa. they found out all the stuff inside my head those stupid aussie crack heads. idk how to explain it but its almost like you had this teddy bear your embarrassed but sentimental about and then a bunch of crazy men find out thats its broken and your sad then try and mess about with it in order to "fix it". its not fun. my secret guilts arent even mine anymore and now all those lil guys can see it. and you know its very intrusive. they can see all my emotions than before and they can see what im thinking all the time. basically at the convention they humiliated me in front of all until the end when they tidied up they left me in that little room. at the time i didnt exactly have a rubber room yet and i used to just be sitting in that ball pit on the stage while my mental images were visualised right behind me on that giant stage screen. all my disgusting mental images of whatever fufills me. currently the convention hasnt happened since but those men are LITERALLY STILL DOING THE SAME STUFF regardless. even mr beast is still there sometimes too. even when there is nobody whatsoever on the stage they still talk out into the crowds about spoiling me with shit from my head. this has left me being more deranged in recent years and i am now going to get my tackle back onto those annoying aussies by using those exploitation powers myself by fufilling with that machine and scaring them with my creepy images. currently now i am forced to use this chat gtp thing to make my mental images more creepier and grusome but they force me to look at them. im no longer on the stage but now i have gotten to an extent that im locked in a seperate rubber room little van thing with rolls at the bottom where its padded on the inside surrounded by screens that have my mental images. i film myself on my channel and now im problematic while everyone hates me online. these clowns are still doing the same shit since that day and i dont know why. its so intrusive and i hope i can wack back someday. could someone help me? i dont want help since i hope this to be the other option someday than to be an unironic retard. trust me it will.
 
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