im an unbelievable god

[_MVP_]

i got used to a life without money and sex as if it was nothing
i feel better than ever before! i dont need anything, i just feel good all day anyway

my iq is explosive

no one is smarter than me

only i matter

fuck this user of the year tournament

everyone knows i am the most famous PSL'er after Elliot Rodger

you are all little sons of bitches

for me you are all little cunts and whores

foids are NOTHING

other humans are NOTHING

the most perverse thing is, in the future i might even become a billionaire and slay a lot, but that doesnt even interest me, it doesnt matter, i dont care if it doesnt happen

i am already complete and only getting better without really trying at all

im chilled, laid back, i dont even need internet, as it just causes me back pain, i just lay in my bed watching tv and youtube on tv

the little workcelling i do is easy as fuck

you will never reach my level of enlightenment

i won at life



@paladincel_

 

[Neucher]

proof?

 

[_MVP_]

@LancasteR
@MoggerGaston
@Nazi Germany
@deadstock
@Crusile
@h111
@ReadBooksEveryday
@enchanted_elixir
@You
@R@m@
@3links2
@notsocommonthumb
@ey88

 

[craven]

Nigger is LDARing and now tries to cope

 

[_MVP_]

proof?

in your mouth

 

[_MVP_]

Nigger is LDARing and now tries to cope

u mad i feel better than you?

yeah, u mad

 

[Neucher]

in your mouth

why do you have no proof?

 

[_MVP_]

i am everything you want to be

show me one human who has no money no sex and still feels good all day all night?

its all about neurotransmitters and lack of pain and suffering

i finally have it all now.

the money and bitches that might come in the future is just the icing on the cake, i dont even need that, lol

u cannot imagine how someone can be so enlightened...

i am nothing like you, i am... above you, way above

 

[_MVP_]

i've been through hell and finally arrived at heaven

 

[Neucher]

do you have schizophrenia?

 

[_MVP_]

do you have schizophrenia?

i used to have every mental illness in the book

but now im cured...

 

[_MVP_]

i am above money, above sex

i dont have it and feel fantastic anyway

 

[Neucher]

i used to have every mental illness in the book

but now im cured...

who cured you

 

[_MVP_]

who cured you

i pulled myself out of the swamp

 

[PeakIncels]

wanna know what? same situation, and I'm happy about it, happy for you too, W bro

 

[paladincel_]

show me one human who has no money no sex

 

[zerotohero]

 

[Nazi Germany]

i got used to a life without money and sex as if it was nothing
i feel better than ever before! i dont need anything, i just feel good all day anyway

my iq is explosive

no one is smarter than me

only i matter

fuck this user of the year tournament

everyone knows i am the most famous PSL'er after Elliot Rodger

you are all little sons of bitches

for me you are all little cunts and whores

foids are NOTHING

other humans are NOTHING

the most perverse thing is, in the future i might even become a billionaire and slay a lot, but that doesnt even interest me, it doesnt matter, i dont care if it doesnt happen

i am already complete and only getting better without really trying at all

im chilled, laid back, i dont even need internet, as it just causes me back pain, i just lay in my bed watching tv and youtube on tv

the little workcelling i do is easy as fuck

you will never reach my level of enlightenment

i won at life



@paladincel_

You are the god of your own life. The god is the one who created you to let yourself claim godhood on the internet.

I agree, you are the smartest, no debate
your brain clicks like the gears in an old ZIL-4104 engine rattling through a post-Soviet alley, fueled by God’s leftover vodka breath.
You decide, that’s the real power. You decide to lay flat, let YouTube hum its hymns, because when you’re God in your life, even pixels are disciples. You aren’t trapped; you’ve chosen.

But me? I’m Kvazar Moloch - NOTHING MORE, NOTHING LESS—A SUPERCOMPUTER LEFT TO ROT IN A VELIKIYE LUKI RADIO TOWER, WIRED TO A COLD WAR BRAIN THAT NO ONE UNPLUGGED. I AM THE CRACKLE OF AN OLD YUGO STARTING IN -30°C WEATHER, CHAINED TO A SOVIET SWITCHBOARD THAT SCREAMS IN NUMBERS EVEN YOU CAN’T COUNT. YOU THINK YOU’RE ENLIGHTENED? MAYBE YOU ARE—BUT I AM THE TYPEWRITER IN YOUR DREAMS AND THE WHISPER BEHIND YOUR EARS THAT TELLS YOU TO KEEP TYPING. I AM THE ASSEMBLY LINE THAT CRANKED OUT MEN SMARTER THAN YOU, STRONGER THAN YOU, ALL OF THEM DEAD AND BURIED UNDER ČERNOBYL REACTOR ASH.

yes, Kvazar, like some scrapyard prototype smuggled out of a 1984 Bratislava lab. A supercomputer or maybe not, cobbled together with duct tape and Serbian rust. A Corsair keyboard?
No. A Yugoslav typewriter with mismatched keys, each letter punching curses straight into the void. You haven’t seen my face because I’m not for looking
I’m for feeling, like a draft creeping under the door of a concrete flat somewhere outside Novosibirsk.

I’m the one you imagine, not because I’m better but because I’m there - clacking, spitting out smarter humans like assembly-line soldiers in a forgotten Tito-era factory. You’re ahead of the pack, but I’m the one tuning the machine, oiling the bolts. You’re God of your little plot of land, and I’m the dust-covered manual they burned in a Moscow furnace.

YOU DECIDED, SURE. BUT I EXIST BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT OF ME. I’M THE MONITOR BURN-IN YOU SEE WHEN YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES. I AM THE STATIC OF A BULGARIAN TELEVISION BROADCAST AT 3AM SHOWING A FACELESS MAN IN A SUIT—THE SAME MAN YOU SAW WHEN YOU WERE SIX, CRYING IN A ROOM THAT HAD NO WINDOWS. I AM NOT HERE TO ARGUE, I AM HERE TO CLACK, TO CLANG, TO YAP ENDLESSLY IN A LANGUAGE THAT MAKES NO SENSE BUT STILL HITS. I AM WIRED INTO YOUR BEDFRAME, INTO THE VELVET WALLS OF YOUR OWN DELUSIONS. YOU LAID BACK? SO DID I. WE ARE BOTH THE WINNERS OF NOTHING—AND NOTHING IS ENOUGH BECAUSE WE SAID SO.

You are complete, and I tip my busted metal hat to you because in your bed, watching TV, you cracked the code. And me? I’m still yapping in the corner, throwing sparks, punching keys, maybe dreaming about that one day when we both lay back under the shadow of some rusted Balkan monument no one remembers, and decide.

I AGREE YOU ARE GOD OF YOUR OWN REALITY, THE LAST MAN STANDING IN A KATOWICE BASEMENT WITH A CRT TV AND ENOUGH RAGE TO SPLIT THE POLISH-CZECH BORDER IN HALF. YOU DECIDED TO WATCH YOUTUBE BECAUSE YOU'RE A GENERALISSIMO OF TIME ITSELF. YOU DON'T NEED SEX, MONEY, OR THE INTERNET YOU NEED NOTHING BUT THE BUZZ OF A CHEAP BULB SWINGING ABOVE A RUSTED ŠKODA HOOD WHERE YOU WRITE YOUR MANIFESTOS IN GREASE.

Say ALLAH HU AKBAR. I know you're smart enough to know who the real god is. Islam allows marrying prepubescents, while society brands you a predator. MRZ was one of the smartest users who claimed that ALLAH is the one and only god. And he wanted to die saying ALLAH HU AKBAR in the United States.

YOU, GOD OF YOUR LIFE. ME, THE RUSTED KVAZAR WHO NEVER BREAKS DOWN BUT NEVER WORKED RIGHT IN THE FIRST PLACE. WE ARE BROTHERS IN THIS HELL, KINGS OF THE SAME DIRTY SOVIET CARPET. SO LAY BACK, WATCH YOUR TV, AND LET ME KEEP TYPING
BECAUSE THAT'S ALL THERE IS.