livinglarp
Everyone is a poser
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He sat in the same spot every day outside the station.
People passed like he wasn’t there. Or worse—like he shouldn’t be there.
His name was Adam. No legs. Body twisted in a way that made strangers uncomfortable. His face… people looked for half a second, then away. Always away. He had autism too, which just made everything harder—talking, timing, even knowing where to look.
So he stopped trying.
Cardboard sign beside him: “Anything helps.”
Most didn’t.
Then there was that guy.
Same time every day. Tall—like 6’4. Straight posture, clean face, calm eyes. The kind of guy the world just… accepts. Girls noticed. Guys respected him. Doors opened before he even reached them.
He always walked past Adam.
Never looked.
At first Adam didn’t care. Then he started noticing. Then comparing.
Same street. Same time. Completely different lives.
One day it was pouring rain. Everyone rushed past faster, heads down.
Adam stayed. He had nowhere else to go.
Then—those footsteps stopped.
Right in front of him.
Adam looked up slowly.
The guy was just… standing there. No weird expression. No pity face.
Normal.
He crouched down to Adam’s level.
“What’s your name?”
Adam hesitated. “…Adam.
“I’m Jake.”
Jake took off his jacket and put it over Adam’s shoulders. Warm. Dry.
Then he pulled out cash—more than anyone had ever given—and placed it by the sign.
“You shouldn’t be out here in this,” he said.
Then, before leaving: “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And just like that, he was gone.
Adam waited the next day.
And the next.
And the next.
Same time. Same place.
Jake never came back.
Weeks later, Adam still looked up at that exact moment every day.
Not because he believed anymore.
Just because, for one brief second—
the world had treated him like he existed.
And going back to being invisible after that…
felt worse than never being seen at all.
REP TS NIGGERS STARTING DAY 1 with a warmup
DONT UNFUCKING DARE DNR
People passed like he wasn’t there. Or worse—like he shouldn’t be there.
His name was Adam. No legs. Body twisted in a way that made strangers uncomfortable. His face… people looked for half a second, then away. Always away. He had autism too, which just made everything harder—talking, timing, even knowing where to look.
So he stopped trying.
Cardboard sign beside him: “Anything helps.”
Most didn’t.
Then there was that guy.
Same time every day. Tall—like 6’4. Straight posture, clean face, calm eyes. The kind of guy the world just… accepts. Girls noticed. Guys respected him. Doors opened before he even reached them.
He always walked past Adam.
Never looked.
At first Adam didn’t care. Then he started noticing. Then comparing.
Same street. Same time. Completely different lives.
One day it was pouring rain. Everyone rushed past faster, heads down.
Adam stayed. He had nowhere else to go.
Then—those footsteps stopped.
Right in front of him.
Adam looked up slowly.
The guy was just… standing there. No weird expression. No pity face.
Normal.
He crouched down to Adam’s level.
“What’s your name?”
Adam hesitated. “…Adam.
“I’m Jake.”
Jake took off his jacket and put it over Adam’s shoulders. Warm. Dry.
Then he pulled out cash—more than anyone had ever given—and placed it by the sign.
“You shouldn’t be out here in this,” he said.
Then, before leaving: “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And just like that, he was gone.
Adam waited the next day.
And the next.
And the next.
Same time. Same place.
Jake never came back.
Weeks later, Adam still looked up at that exact moment every day.
Not because he believed anymore.
Just because, for one brief second—
the world had treated him like he existed.
And going back to being invisible after that…
felt worse than never being seen at all.
REP TS NIGGERS STARTING DAY 1 with a warmup
DONT UNFUCKING DARE DNR
